Chapter 2

Transfer

2 months after being imprisoned, Chris was notified that the jail was crowding up, and he'd be sent to Liberty City Penitentiary, along with two other convicts. He was then told 8ball was coming with him. On June 2nd, they were ready to be taken to the new Penitentiary, however, something had been planned for them. The other convict was an elderly Asian man. He didn't talk much, nor did anyone in the paddy wagon that dismal, rainy night. When they turned onto Callahan bridge, a white hummer came up behind the wagon at great speed. Veering to the left, it sped quickly ahead then just as quickly veered in front of the wagon. The wagon halted immediately, and the brakes squealed. A white van stopped near the back of the wagon. Two heavily accented Hispanic men jumped out, and sped toward the wagon. They wore ten gallon hats, Hawaiian shirts and dark blue jeans, the both of them. They vehemently threw open the doors.

"Senor dickhead!" the taller one said, indicating the old man. He leveled a gun at the guard. Next to him, his companion leveled a gun at the other guard. A loud shot rang out, and the driver slumped out of the front of the wagon. The two Hispanic men laughed.

"It's no problem to kill you." one said to the rest of the occupants of the wagon.

"Alright, get lost!" He said to 8ball, Chris and the guards when the Asian man jumped out.

Chris leaped up and elbowed the guard across from him, near where the Asian had sat. 8ball kicked the other man out of the wagon, who promptly was knocked out. The Hispanics and the Asian hopped into the Hummer and drove off. 8ball had no cuffs on, his hands had been damaged useless in a prison riot a month ago. To the best of his ability, he undid Chris's cuffs from the keys he had found on the knocked out guard. They were about to hop in the van, when they heard a beeping sound....every second. They looked at each other and ran. They had only run twenty feet when a deafening roar came from behind them. The explosion sent the two men flying, who landed almost harmlessly on the pavement. When they looked up, they saw the paddy wagon and the van had been burnt to a crisp. When Chris stood up, before he helped up 8ball, he saw the whole bridge had been destroyed. It was the only connection between Portland and Staunton Islands. They were trapped on Portland, and the pigs would be all over the explosion.

"I got a place on the east side of town. We'll have to run the distance, and we'll find a change of clothes. Hopefully the LCPD don't get to us before we get there." 8ball screamed over the roar of fire, as the police slowly descended right upon where they stood.