June 12, 1977

Ocean Flats, San Fierro

6:55 P.M.

Ten long hours have passed since the prisoner arrival at the newly built Easter Basin Naval Base. The violent storm has gone far northwards, towards Tierra Robada, and the sun's arms reached down onto the city of San Fierro. People were back on the streets and were coming back from a hard days work. A heavy-set man walks forwards, passing several teenagers who were on the corner of the street laughing at something. He continues ahead and begins to walk into the street. Over his shaggy black head, a traffic light flashes and turns red. The Pedestrian's may cross sign flashed on and he continues to strut forwards. Further ahead, there was a loud screech and a revving of a engine. The guy looks at the vehicle storming towards him, as if powered by some rocket. He then looks back onto his path and continues to walk. He then stops cold and his eyes grow wide as hell. He double-takes and sees the vehicle again. To him it was an orange blur. He freezes, there couldn't have been only a few seconds to react. His adrenaline finally starts pumping in him and the fat guy jumps to the sidewalk in front of him and crashes into the cement wall along it. A vehicle quickly passes him and flies ahead passing another stop light.

"Whew close-one" The guy gets up and brushes himself off. He takes a few steps forwards and gets to the middle of the road. He turns and sees two police cars fly by him following the bus.

An orange bus speeds forwards along the main streets of Ocean Flats. A car puts on its turning signal a few blocks ahead and the bus driver slams on the brakes. He beats the horn as the baby-blue Merit turns slowly, fender grazing the curb. The bus driver mashes his shoes against the accelerator pedal as the tail end of the Merit disappeared. The bus hits 79 mph and runs a red light; avoiding being jack knifed, an Alpha slams it breaks and a Euros veers off the road. The police cars speed by, close on their tail. The maniacal bus driver sticks his path, whistling something. Inside the bus, at least twelve orange dressed passengers sat with their heads on their knees. Each of them looked about the same, a look of fear and dismay. Despite the sunny and nice day it turned out to be, the passengers in the bus inside were each white as a sheet. Some of them were shaking back and forth moaning. Every one of these passengers were to be executed the day after tomorrow.

Three seats back in the left side sat Jin Rakai, the most famous of them all, having single-handedly taken down five SWAT officers and three regular police officers. This was untrue though, Nakura had payed off the testifier and tipped off the judge and jury. He had his head against the seat in front of him and his hands over his neck. A man beside him shifted in his seat and stares down at the floor, sweat slides down his face. The temperature inside the bus had to be at least over one-hundred. It was one of the record hottest days in San Andreas, 102. The Asian turns to his right and says a few words to another Japanese guy in the window seat beside him. The guy shakes his head and whispers back to him, "No, you know what they're going to do. This isn't Liberty. These cops don't believe in rights, fuck they don't even know what they are. I'm telling you don't get fresh with these guys. Don't even look at them."

"Screw you, I'm gonna ask this untenshu if he can turn on the damn air," exclaimed the guy sitting in the outside seat. He was Shun Kozu. He was tall, had curvy jet-black hair that is spiked up in the front, where the bangs were sticking up. He wore a bright red and black headband around his right arm. Shun lived in Liberty and was a pimp since he was sixteen. He worked with the Yakuza for Rinzu Kasen, the main figure in the Japanese crime movement in Liberty. His pimping job winded him up where he is now. He killed a hooker that had given the cops info on the Yakuza's intentions. He was sentence life in prison for the murder and was in question of the death penalty. In San Andreas, the death penalty wasn't rare, it was a normal sentence to any murder felon.

"Come on, Shun. Let it go, we're almost there," said Akari, a bandanna and sunglasses wearing guy who was addicted to at least five different drugs. He, along with Jin, were in Tetsuro "Jonny" Nakura's gang. Akari was the drug transport and delivery man. He handled drug trafficking and illegal arms. Unfortunately, on a business transaction, the cops raided the place and Akari was convicted for possession of illegal weapons and drugs.

Shun uses his left arm and wipes the perspiration from his face. He then turns to look at the driver; he gets up out of his seat, more sweat sliding down his face. Akari and Jin look at him and wave their hands back and forth, signaling him to sit back down. The driver looks into his rear-view mirror and sees the spiky haired punk looking right back at him.

"Hey!" Asked the driver in a country voice. "What the hell you doin'? Sit ya ass back down boy!"

"Man, it's fucking hot in here. How about turning on the air conditioning?"

The driver turns to the guard sitting beside him, "You hear that. It seems the killer wants a little cool air."

The guard gets up and walks slowly to the seat Jin was sitting in. He stops and grabs Shun's head. He tosses Jin into the center of the bus. His head smashes into the metal seat arm at his left. He slides downwards grabbing at a huge purple knot on his forehead. The guard pulls Shun's head to the seat Jin was just sitting in and then rams forwards. Shun's head soars through the window and the glass showers on his back and shoulders. Blood drips along the road as the bus speeds off faster down the street, passing a stop sign. The guard jams his head farther in and Shun is almost hanging out the window. The driver looks in his side-view mirror and sees Shun screaming. An evil grin forms over his wrinkled face.

"How's that boy? That cool enough for you?" The driver struggles to say while laughing his ass off.

Jin jumps up and grabs the guard. The guard pulls Shun's head back out of the window and knees him in the face. He turns and punches Jin in the stomach. Jin grabs at his gut and falls forwards in between the seats. Akari attempts to get him up, but the guard flings him backwards. Shun Kozu slides along the seat grabbing at his bleeding head. Two guys behind him look at him in pity. They are the only people he trusted from Liberty City Prison, Jin Rakai and Akari Nikamaru.

"Hey man? You alright?" Asked Jin.

"Yea, these fuckers are gonna pay for that," Assured Akari.

Akari turns to a guy sitting behind him. "Hey man, we gotta plan don't we." The guy turns towards him and seems to get angered.

"You fucking dumbass. If this get's out it's all over. That's all it's gonna take, a loud mouth Jap," spat a slicked-haired, goody-two shoes looking hitman.

"Chill Cheng, chill. It's gonna be all right," whispered Akari trying to keep the hitman at peace.

"Well you know what's gonna happen. If this plan fails Rinzu is gonna slit my throat."

"I'm telling you it's gonna come through all right man. Calm down, damn," said Jin. He knew about this escape plan ever since he was thrown into the bus. Rinzu was once an arms dealer from Japan who made it big by working for Ishi Nakura, Jonny and Billy Nakura's father. In Liberty while he was serving as a Yakuza crime lord, someone opened their mouth and several policeman caught his weapons cache on his passenger airlines and he was sentenced his five years in prison.

Cheng turns to Shun, who was bleeding on the floor. Jin rips one of his shirt sleeves and ties it tightly around his head.. Cheng Mao Chiang turns back to the two Japs staring at their hurt friend.

"You both know this is the only chance to get out of this place. The place we are going is gonna have hardly no opposition. Only maybe twenty or thirty walking guards. There is also going to be guard towers with lights armed with 30.06's. This detention center is our only chance, ever. Once we arrive at San Fierro prison, we're there for life."

"Well it turns out the attempt we had in Liberty wasn't in vain," said Jin.

"Oh, so you're the ones who started that plan?" Asked Cheng.

"Who the hell else?" Replied Akari sardonically.

The ride had ended all the way down to under the Gant Bridge. As the bus pulls along the cement path to the detention center, Akari, Cheng, and Jin both look at it and gulped. It is surrounded by barbed wire coils and seven guard towers hailing over the tent complex that made up the center.

"Fuck...We gotta break outta that!" Said Jin falling back into his seat.

"I would hate to see the prison!" Said Akari doing the same.

"Look boys, that's the path to freedom. Five long years I've waited for this."

Night falls onto the bus as it stops and dozens of national guard soldiers run over to escort the convicts off. They then march them into the detention center where the gate closes and the bus speeds off. As the men marched off into the center of the detention encampment, another bus stopped and a young man looked through the window at it all. They were all damn lucky about the San Fierro prison being full. Today at least fifty-four executions will take place at the prison. All of them on death row. Tomorrow their will be more. The death row convicts will be executed a day after they arrive at San Fierro prison. This is their last chance, their only chance of escaping.

Five hours later

Three men walk through the cafeteria tent. They pass several upon several long tables where convicts sat eating. Jin, Akari, and Shun kept on walking towards the farthest table in the back. The hitman from earlier sitting in the back spotted them and waved them over.

"Hey, come on. Let me introduce you to Rinzu," said Cheng talking to Jin.

Jin turned his brown eyes onto a middle aged Asian man with a neater jail outfit. It looked somewhat better than everyone else's. He had tattoos all over him. One, Jin recognized, was a cross and a dragon curling around it. An insignia of the Nakura gang. He was the Yakuza crime lord in Liberty and head of arms dealership in the Nakura gang, Rinzu Kasen. He had two kids, one a young boy named Kenji who was a teenager and a little girl, named Asuka.

He stands up and walks over to the trio. Instead of reaching out their hands, Jin and Rinzu both bowed down.

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Rakai."

He turns to Shun and Akari and all three bow in respect. Rinzu Kasen looks up to Shun's head bandage with blood leaking down it and shakes his head.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Huh?" Shun had forgot about the incident earlier.

"Your head, what the fuck happened to your head?"

"Oh, damn guard slammed my head through a window."

Rinzu looked at his head bandage again and turned red im fury. He turned to Jin and Akari. He singles Jin out and asks, "This true?"

"Yeah, the guy just grabbed his head and slammed it through a window."

"What the fuck is going on in this place. Cops beating the shit out of us convicts. This city needs to be cleansed. And if you two guys prove to be useful I want you to help me. San Andreas will soon...be under Yakuza control." He said pointing to Jin and Shun. Akari was already trusted by Rinzu, he went to prison instead of talking.

"Yea. That's all very nice and all. There is however a big problem."

"What?" Rinzu's eyes narrow and he seems to feel a sense of insolence coming from Jin.

"Local crime syndicates and gangs," replies Jin.

"Well they aren't going to be that hard to take control of," replied Rinzu.

"Here we got turf wars, drug trafficking, bombings, assassinations; the whole nine yards," adds Akari.

"If we do succeed, it won't be easy. These gangs, they won't ever stop. Not until the last one stops breathing," said Shun.

"Yakuza may have all their code and everything, but these gangs have things we don't possess."

"What the fuck are you getting at. The Yakuza miss nothing. We have all the right connections, allies, weapons. Fuck we even have the police in our pocket. What can we not possibly have, that they have."

"Heart, man, they believe in what they are fighting for. They're fighting for their families and for a better life, they have a reason. It may look like they have nothing, but to them it's everything. I can relate, I too grew up the hard way, " replied Jin.

Lockdown, 0900

Jin, Shun and Akari wall hugged along their tent as they approached a corner. Jin peers behind the corner and stares as three spotlights flitter from one side of the compound to the other. Jin turns back to his two friends. He then turns to the other tents where there were five or six other people giving him the thumbs up. Jin then looks behind him where Rinzu and Cheng caught up.

"Well it's now or never..."

He bolts out and makes a run for it. He narrowly misses the spotlight's beam. Dozens of convicts were making a run for it. Soon there were at least one hundred of them scattering across the whole encampment. The spotlights lock on one of them and the alarm is raised. Jin stops cold and spots several armed guards running from buildings. The guards in the towers opened fire on them and a guy fell over beside Jin. He steps back and spots a national guardsman running straight for him. The soldier stops and aims. Jin takes a step sideways and his eyes narrow. The soldier squeezes the trigger and the bullet plummets out of the barrel, soaring towards its target.


Well that was the second chap of DBD. Did you like it? Don't be afraid, go ahead and tell me! Still getting my butt kicked by writer's block, but I am still here! More to come.

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