Dead To Rights
Return To The Big House
Jack Slate and his faithful dog Shadow silently crept through the dark tunnels below the Prison of Grant city, population 150 prisoners, and 65 guards. He pulled out his favorite weapons, two .45 pistols. He climbed up a hole which led into the showers. The place was deserted. It was definitely odd. Jack moved on, Shadow by his side. The pair crept into every room, the gym, the cell blocks, the pound, everywhere. They just had one last place to check. Wing C, where Jack had previously been held. He opened the doors. Before him stood a massive army of prisoners, and guards. He noticed Tatyoo. "Boo," Tattoo said. Bullets began to fly at Jack, but he jumped out of the way. Shadow moved from man to man, ripping out each one of their thoats. Jack blew away a few guards above him on the catwalk, and swiftly climbed up. He took out his AKM and mowed down the prisoners who began to advance him. Shadow was still fighting off guards. Jack then took out the weapon he brought as a special surprise. A grenade launcher. He fired a few shots, three to be exact. The explosions rocked the prison, and bodies flew everywhere. Jack moved to the third floor, which was partially destroyed by his grenades. Jack leapt over a hole in the floor, and blew away a few men with his shotgun. He was running out of weapons. He grabbed his magnum, aimed, and swiftly took out a guard, and then another, and another, and another, and so on. Soon, he had three guns left. He took out two silenced automatic rifles and shot down as many of the prisoners and guards as he could. Jack looked down and saw that Shadow was running out of energy. Not good. There were only a few men left, and one of them was Tattoo, who he came here for. Jack took out the remainder of men with a machine gun, and turned to see Tattoo kick Shadow in the ribs. Shadow whimpered pathetically as Tattoo advanced. Jack leapt down, and swiftly punched Tattoo. Tattoo hit back, but Jack knocked him down with an undercut. Jack aimed the machine gun at Tattoo. "Nobody fuckin' messes with my dog," Jack said. "Rot in hell you shi-" But Tattoo never got to finish the sentence, because Jack blew his head off. Blood and brains spilled all over the floor, and Jack turned to face Shadow. "It's okay bou, I killed that son of a bitch, which he really his..." Shadow leapt up and licked Jack on the face. "Come on Shadow. Good boy." And the duo left the prison, which now had a population of zero...
THE END...(or is it?!)
Return To The Big House
Jack Slate and his faithful dog Shadow silently crept through the dark tunnels below the Prison of Grant city, population 150 prisoners, and 65 guards. He pulled out his favorite weapons, two .45 pistols. He climbed up a hole which led into the showers. The place was deserted. It was definitely odd. Jack moved on, Shadow by his side. The pair crept into every room, the gym, the cell blocks, the pound, everywhere. They just had one last place to check. Wing C, where Jack had previously been held. He opened the doors. Before him stood a massive army of prisoners, and guards. He noticed Tatyoo. "Boo," Tattoo said. Bullets began to fly at Jack, but he jumped out of the way. Shadow moved from man to man, ripping out each one of their thoats. Jack blew away a few guards above him on the catwalk, and swiftly climbed up. He took out his AKM and mowed down the prisoners who began to advance him. Shadow was still fighting off guards. Jack then took out the weapon he brought as a special surprise. A grenade launcher. He fired a few shots, three to be exact. The explosions rocked the prison, and bodies flew everywhere. Jack moved to the third floor, which was partially destroyed by his grenades. Jack leapt over a hole in the floor, and blew away a few men with his shotgun. He was running out of weapons. He grabbed his magnum, aimed, and swiftly took out a guard, and then another, and another, and another, and so on. Soon, he had three guns left. He took out two silenced automatic rifles and shot down as many of the prisoners and guards as he could. Jack looked down and saw that Shadow was running out of energy. Not good. There were only a few men left, and one of them was Tattoo, who he came here for. Jack took out the remainder of men with a machine gun, and turned to see Tattoo kick Shadow in the ribs. Shadow whimpered pathetically as Tattoo advanced. Jack leapt down, and swiftly punched Tattoo. Tattoo hit back, but Jack knocked him down with an undercut. Jack aimed the machine gun at Tattoo. "Nobody fuckin' messes with my dog," Jack said. "Rot in hell you shi-" But Tattoo never got to finish the sentence, because Jack blew his head off. Blood and brains spilled all over the floor, and Jack turned to face Shadow. "It's okay bou, I killed that son of a bitch, which he really his..." Shadow leapt up and licked Jack on the face. "Come on Shadow. Good boy." And the duo left the prison, which now had a population of zero...
THE END...(or is it?!)