Yeah! I'm not dead! Where have i been? Home actually. I unfortuanlly broke my previous computer after yet another attempt to play COD: zombies, and making to level 100 on Origins. That and i learned that i have a tumor, so that's always fun. But its fine. Either way i hope i didn't make you guys wait to long, here is the next chapter of Criminals Ambition. By the way i should also mention that i spelled Bain wrong in the last chapter. Its Bain, not Bane.

They have been driving for so long. Lincoln was in the back of the van and he was terrified. How could he be so stupid? It was an obvious trap to lure him in to a place where he could be kidnapped. He mentally face palmed at his own stupidity.
"So this is how my life ends? They're probably gonna harvest my organs, or sell me to some Nigerian prince. Or worse, they'll give me up to a child sex ring operation." Lincoln thought.

He laid his head down on the floor of the van. He closed his eyes and thought of his family. How he was probably never gonna see them again. It was silent for what felt like forever, then one of the guys started to talk in a heavy British accent.

"Hey Chains, do you think the kids asleep?" Another voice called out to the previous one in a deep, rough voice.

"He probably is Hoxton. He hasn't moved in a while. You didn't pump him full of juice did you?" the man responded. "You know how bad that shit hurts you, and your a grown man."

"Who knows, but if this kid is gonna stick with us, then he might want to get used to pain. Especially if bane wants him." The first man said.

Bane? The dude from the laundromat? What does he have to do with this. One thing Lincoln understood thought is that these men didn't want to kill him. Yet.

"Shut up both of you." Another mans voice said. It sounded fairly average, but still commanded authority. "If that kid is asleep, then you shout be quiet so that you don't wake him up. Were almost to the safehouse anyway."

After that the rest of the ride was silent. Lincoln was quiet and patient, trying to see if he could some how get out of this mess. He then heard the sound of a garage. They moved forward and after a few more second the engine to the van was cut off.

"Alright, get the kid and lets go." Said the voice that demanded authority. Lincoln was then grabbed forcefully, and dragged out of the van. When he was out of the van he fell flat on his face, because he couldn't feel his legs. Two people laughed at him. One was the British voice, but the other was a females, and it sounded...Irish?

"Where'd you get this lil shrimp, Dallas? He looks like he isn't even 10!" The lady laughed. Lincoln started to seethe with anger. First they kidnap him and then insult him? Lincoln lifted his head and turned it to the direction of the female voice.

"I'm 11, so shut the f-k up." Lincoln hoped he told to her, and not anyone else.

"Ohhh, someone's got a mouth. You kiss yer mother with it?" She asked. Lincoln didn't have time to respond, as he was grabbed again, and stood up.
"You all come with me to tell Bain the kid is here."Lincoln was shoved, and thought he was gonna fall again, but was caught by another person. "Wolf you stay and get him to the room." The authorative voice said. Lincoln then heard the sound of many people walking away.

Lincoln had difficulty standing so one of his kidnappers helped him to stand. Lincoln then noticed that he could faintly see out of the bag. and what he saw was the garage door open to freedom. Lincoln then got a stupid idea in his mind. He tried to get his balance on his own, and after a few failed attempts, he got it.

"I'll let you rest for a minute kid, tasers really do suck." A new voice told him. This voice almost sounded familiar.
Either way, this gave Lincoln the time that he needed to get feeling back in his legs. He looked towards the door, without turning his head so that he wouldn't alarm his kidnapper of his plan. He saw that it was still open, and close by. He looked down and saw his kidnappers shoe. A plan formulated in his head. But if it was to work then he would need to be fast. He took a deep breath, counted to four, released and counted to four again. He raised his foot, and slammed his heel down as hard as he could, and got the reaction he wanted. The man screamed and let him go, cursing as he grabbed his foot in pain. Lincoln took the opportunity and ran as fast as he could to the door. He never ran so fast in his life. As he ran he heard behind him, that they man was calling out to his friends, and they he was having trouble running after him, but in that time, Lincoln was out of the garage, and outside. He kept running until he found a place to hide for a minute. When he finally did stop, the first thing he did was take off the bag over his head so that he could see. After he did, he got an idea of where he was. And boy was he surprised.

"I'm in a shipping yard?" He asked himself. He was right. All around him were tall piles of shipping containers. But this proved to be a new problem. While he did know that he was in a shipping yard, he didn't know of any around Royal Woods. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as a light was then shown on him. Lincoln looked at the light with wide eyes and saw a man in shades with a German Shepperd.

"Атаки." The man said and the dog then charged at him. Lincoln ran with as much force as his young body could handle, but even he knew he couldn't out run a dog for long.

"He's over here!" The man yelled.

Lincoln knew he must be calling to his friends. He looked to his left and saw a ledge that he could climb. Using all the force in his legs he propelled himself up the ledge and just barley out of the reach of the dog. Lincoln took pride in this small victory but he kept on running. He was now running on the top of storage containers. Out of his peripheral vison, he saw that he was being pursued by many people. But he still ran. He jumped from container to container, hoping to lose them. As he was running he saw what he was looking for.

The Exit.

It was so close yet so far, but he had to take the chance to escape. He ran to the exit, as quickly as possible, faster than he even knew he could run. The group of people was hot on his trail, but he didn't care, he just kept running. He was almost there, he could make it! He could live.
But just as he was thinking that, he heard several shots from a gun, and row of bullets was shot in front of him stopping him dead in his tracks. He looked to where the shots came from to see a man pointing a smoking smg at him. The man was wearing a chicken mask, and had a letterman jacket on. While still pointing the gun at him, he took out a tape recorder, and pressed a button on it.

"Get down." It said in robotic voice. Lincoln raised his hands, shaking in fear as he got down on his knees. While he did this the rest of the group caught up with him, most were huffing and puffing. One of them in a mask that had the top part white and the bottom red, while the lips looked like it was sucking itself in, Walked up to him limping, and tied up his hands. Another man pointed a hand gun at him. He was in a similar mask, but instead of sucking lips, he was smiling, and instead of red and white, there was an American flag on the forehead. The man in the chicken mask joined the rest of the group. The man with the hand gun spoke.

"Good job stopping him, Jacket. It would have been bad if he got into the woods." The man said. The one identified as jacket simply nodded. The man with the red and white mask made Lincoln look at him.

"Dick move to stomp my foot there kid, and i was trying to be nice." He said. Lincoln looked back at him.

"You did just kidnap me after you tazed me." Lincoln said back to him with malice in his voice. The man looked like he was taken back.

"I didn't taze you, Hoxton did." He said this while gesturing to another man with a mask on. This mans mask had an evil looking grin on it, with two big purple spots over the eyes.

"Wolf, shut up." The one identified as Hoxton said. Wolf, just shrugged. Lincoln looked at them both.

"So that ones Wolf and that ones Hoxton. Hoxton must be the guy with the British accent." Lincoln thought. Before he could continue his thoughts though, The man with the American mask made Lincoln look at him.

"Are we gonna have any other problems?" He asked. Lincoln shook his head no. "Good. Wolf, John, both of you take the kid to see Bain. The rest of you make sure he doesn't try to run again."

Wolf grabbed Lincolns left arm. Lincoln looked to his right and saw the mad in shade and with the dog grab his right arm. When he was in both their grasps, they lifted him up and made him walk forward. The rest of the group walked behind them. They went back inside the garage, and made sure to close the door this time. They then walked up a flight of stairs into a dimly lit room. The only light was the ones coming off the computer screens in the corner, even then there was a man sitting in front of it, blocking off most of the light. They sat him down in a chair and strapped him down, tight. As they did this, the man in front of the computers turned around in his chair, got up and walked towards Lincoln. Lincoln looked at the man walking towards him, each step he took made more fear run into his heart. He stopped a few feet in front of Lincoln, and raised his hand. Lincoln prepared for the smack, but instead the man turned on a light above them both. Lincoln opened his eyes to get a good look at the man, and when he did his eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.

"Mr. Bain?!" Lincoln questioned. Bain smiled at the kid.

"Hello Lincoln, ready to hear that business proposition I have for you?"

And theres Chapter two. Damn, this one feels really long. As always i hope you guys enjoyed, and i will see you guys when i see you guys. Peace.
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