Brian, Big Smoke, Ryder, and Big Bear all sat in the Johnson family living-room, waiting for Sweet to get back. They needed to finish off the plan. As soon as they had the explosives, they had everything. Except, of course, the plan put together. "You think this even goin't work?" Said Brian. They all mumbled their own opinions, most of which were "No." And they were right. This was a huge plan, it was next to impossible, and if they were caught they'd all face life sentences.
Just as they finished mumbling their responses, Sweet walked in the door, and closed it behind him. Brian turned his head around from the couch, and looked at Sweet. "I got the shit." He said, and nodded, as he grabbed a chair, and pulled it up to the general area of where all of them were at. Bear, who'd been at the table on the edge of the room, did the same as Sweet.
"Okay, let's plan this shit." Said Sweet, as they all began to discuss how and when this was going to go down.
It was finally the next day, and it was dawn. They were about to start the plan. Smoke and Ryder had driven the car to the discussed location near the Police Station hours ago, and would be waiting in there for Brian, Sweet, Carl, and Bear. Brian and Bear would take another car that would be set right next to the getaway car, and Carl and Sweet would get in the car with Ryder and Smoke. They would then all drive to a small, private house on the edge of town, and Carl would lay low their for a while. Brian and Bear would go back to the Johnson house while Sweet, Carl, Ryder, and Smoke all drove out to the house.
Sweet pulled a Greenwood up across the street from the Police-Station, with Brian and Bear in the back. They all three got out of the car, and Sweet walked around to the back, opened the trunk, and pulled out the box of explosives. They ran up to the side of the prison, where Carl's cell was, and all three stood there. Sweet crouched down, and put down the box. He opened it, then carefully placed the bomb next to the wall. The blast radius wouldn't be close enough to hurt Carl, though. The only possible way he could be injured would be if a brick were to hit him.
"You guys ready?" They both nodded. He pressed the small, cliche red button in the side, that lit a fuse within, and gave them around five seconds to run for their lives. And they did just that. They bolted as far away from it as they could, though the explosion still knocked them down. They got up, and saw Carl jump out of the hole in the wall. Wow. That was fast .. They beckoned to him, and he ran up in a orange prison suit. They didn't say anything, but turned and ran towards their car.
As they ran across the street, they were met with a hail of gunfire. Sweet pulled out a .38, and pointed to the car. "You guys run! I'll hold them off!" Brian and Carl tried to argue, but Sweet wouldn't allow it. He continued to fire at the policemen as they reluctantly got in the car. Brian began to drive off, as Bear got in the car with Ryder and Smoke. Both cars pulled out of the small parking lot, and turned in opposite directions.
Brian continued to drive down the street, and into the Country, following the map that was in the back seat. It wasn't exactly on the edge of town, as he had been told .. But it didn't matter. Now, they were on a mostly abandoned road, Carl and Brian, and nearing the small house. But, suddenly, Brian heard Carl say something. "Five-0!" He shouted, as a large S.W.A.T. Van suddenly smashed into them. The car hurtled off the road, and into a tree. Luckily, neither Brian nor Carl were badly injured. They both crawled out of the car, coughing slightly from the blow to their ribs.
But, a S.W.A.T. team did not meet them. No. Instead, one man did: Frank Tenpenny. He stood at the top of the ditch Carl and Brian were in, on the road, holding a nine millimeter nonchalantly in his right hand. "You little niggers thought you could get away from the law? No, kids. Maybe you'll learn that when you're dead." Carl suddenly realised he couldn't stand, and looked through the car-door at Brian. He could see Brian's legs only, as the car was blocking the rest of him. Brian was standing, and holding his side.
"Bye-Bye, little Johnson boy." Said Tenpenny, as he aimed the pistol at Brian. Carl shouted "No!", but heard the sound of a gun firing, and then Brian fell to the ground. Tenpenny laughed, and stared down at Carl. "See you around, Carl." He turned, and walked back to the S.W.A.T. Van, getting in. Carl heard the sound of the engine start, and then the car drive down the road. He dragged himself through the car, which was actually upside down, until he reached the other side and crawled out. He crawled over to Brian's body, which now had a pool of blood starting form around it.
"No .. Brian! No! Don't die, man, don't die!" Carl said, in a barely audible whisper. Brian coughed, splattering blood on Carl's face. "Man .. T-tell .. Tell Sweet ... I'm sorry I .. F-fucked up .. " Brian said, beetween coughs. Carl shook his head. "Nah, nah man! You did real good! Real good! It's that motherfucker Tenpenny, but don't worry, we gonna' kill that bitch!" Brian shook his head. "Don't .. N-no one .. Deserves this kind of pain .. But make s-sure he .. he's put behind bars, Carl ... " Said Brian. Carl nodded. "I will, I will man .. " Then, Brian's head jerked to the side lightly, and his eyes stared at the sky, with a glazed look on them.
Rain started to pour, mixing with the tears dripping off of Carl's chin. Carl began to shout out random obscenities into the air. But no one would hear him. He began to feel himself losing conciousness, and left reality, lying on Brian's corpse.