Carl ran out into the parking lot of the Hospital, trying to hurry as best he could to find their car. Luckily, there were only two Greenwoods in the entire lot, and Carl knew which was Sweet's. He ran up to it and slid over the hood, opening the door and jumping in, shutting it, locking it, and then shoving the keys in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and Carl turned around to back out of the car's current parked position. He swerved, and drove around to the front doors of the Hospital where a small curved road was to pick up people from the Hospital (though it was meant for ambulances.)
After only a minute, Sweet rushed out of the building with a bag of his things in hand, and a nine millimeter black pistol visibly tucked into his pants, which he'd most likely stolen off of one of the dead Ballas. He was wearing a green short-sleeve shirt with a white end, a green ball-cap, and black denim jeans: his favorite outfit. Sweet opened the back door and threw his suitcase/bag into the back, then closed it and jumped in the passenger seat. Carl then drove, as quickly as he could, out into the streets of Los Santos.
"Sweet, why you get that gun? Doctor said you can't do much with that arm of yours." Sweet shook his head. "I' hold it in my other hand, I could still shoot some Balla motherfucker." Carl sighed at his stubborn brother. Still, if he wasn't that way, he wouldn't be Sweet.
A man clad in purple -- Eddie Den (the Balla who escaped from the Hospital) -- ran up the stairs of a house in Glen Park, banging on the door. A man answered, looking disgruntled. "Who the fuck're you?" Eddie gasped for air slightly, and then said "I'm -- I'm part of the group that Tyrone sent to kill Sweet Johnson ..." The man looked displeased that one of them had come here. "And?" He replied. "His brother, CJ, killed all of them but me." Now the man was in a rage. He punched Eddie in the face, and Eddie fell on his back, onto the pavement.
"Fuckin' idiot!" He shouted. "You couldn't kill two Grove Street bitches? Motherfucker!" He kicked Eddie in the ribs now, causing Eddie to appear as though he was doubled-over on the pavement. The man pulled out a cellphone and punched in a seven digit number, staring down at Eddie furiously. "Tyrone? Is' me, Lloyd."
"Hey, Lloyd. Whas'up?"
"Sweet is still alive. But he killed all of your men."
At this, Eddie looked up at Lloyd with a confused expression on his face. Suddenly, Lloyd pulled out a nine millimeter, and aimed it at Eddie's head. Eddie shouted "No - no no no!", and that was the last thing he ever said, as Lloyd fired a bullet directly into his skull, splattering blood all over the pavement.
"You okay, Lloyd?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine .. But Sweet should be headed to the bridge just over Grove Street, if they left the hospital a few minutes ago. Meet him there and take him down."
"I will."
Carl drove at the fastest speed he could without getting a speeding ticket. "Here, we comin' up on the bridge Sweet, we be back at home soon." The rain poured heavily on their car, lightning crackling in the air overhead. But suddenly, they pulled up at the bridge, and both Johnson children had a horrified expression on their faces. Sweet said "What .. the .. fuck?" slowly and quietly.
Carl stared at the three-car-blockade of Tahomas, and the dozen Ballas around it. He suddenly heard the sound of a dozen guns cocking in slow unison, and he shouted "Get down!", both he and Sweet ducking near the floor, and driving forward into the blockade. Bullets shattered the glass of the windshield, and then as the hit one of the cars, knocking it sideways, both the windows next to them shattered, glass raining down upon Sweet and Carl. As they continued to drive, thinking they were home-free, one of the cars suddenly started driving after them, four Ballas in it, firing at their car.
The back window shattered, and Carl shouted "Try and shoot them, Sweet!" They were so close to Grove Street, but if they didn't stop the Ballas soon, they wouldn't make it. The car started to smoke light grey, just as Sweet pulled himself into a sitting position on the empty window. He fired at the Ballas, and managed to hit one in the head, who slumped over and fell out of the car. But the remaining Ballas weren't trying to take Sweet out.
Carl suddenly realised the Ballas were trying to destroy their car as opposed to just shooting Sweet. If the car started flaming and they had to bail, they would be sitting ducks. Just as Sweet took out another Balla, the car started to pour out dark-grey, near black smoke from the hood. They turned off the bridge with a handbrake turn, and drove forward, hand-braking once more into an alleyway that led into Grove Street. Due to the close turns, the Ballas couldn't fire at their car yet, and as the two cars pulled into Grove Street, the Ballas jumped out.
But they clearly hadn't been thinking right, as they were quickly met with the gunfire from over twenty Grove Street members who had been sitting around on their porches, or inside their homes. Carl and Sweet got out of their car, and Carl said "Sweet, get in the house." Carl raised his arms, signalling for the Grove Street members to stop firing. He walked over to one of the men slumped against the front tire, who coughed blood out onto the pavement.
"You .. bitches ... " He said, inbeetween coughs.
Carl recognised him. It was T-Dog, or Tyrone .. Something, From the Rollin' Heights Ballas set.
He pulled out his gun and crouched down, pushing it to Tyrone's head. "You fucked with the wrong brother, bitch." He stood, and fired off three rounds into Tyrone's head, blood splattering all over the car and pavement. Tyrone fell over, dead.
Carl put the pistol into the back of his jeans, and turned, looking at all the green-clad men standing about, staring at him. "You bitches wanna' help, get rid of all this evidence, b'fore the cops get here!" He shouted, waving his arms in anger. He jumped into Sweet's car, and drove it into the Garage, stepping out and walking up the steps to the Johnson house, and entering, deadbolting the door behind him. He'd had enough for one day ...