It was mere seconds before the guards all fired that something came abruptly tunneling up through the floor. "Now, now, we can't have that," a rejuvenated Jake said. He formed a large energy bubble around his associates that deflected all the bullets away.

"Well it's about time you got here," Zee scolded his natural brother as he blew out another sleeping cloud and put all the guards to sleep.

"I had to make a little detour; I'll explain later," Jake said, disengaging the bubble, "Right now, we need to get the relic and get the hell out of here. If you haven't noticed, they're attacking away at us right now."

"You sure you're all right, Jake?" Elwood asked him as they ran out the door, "I got a feelin' in my gut that…"

"I was hoping you could feel that," Jake told him, "Yeah, I was trying to call you over. Luckily an old friend stopped by, and he brought some new friends of his own that might solve our earthly security problems. With his help I was able to get recharged, so we're good for the next day or so."

"I hope so," Elwood could hear several of the explosions outside getting louder. He knew the quicker they got out of the prison, the better. "I should tell you Jake, they took Buster. His dad's probably gonna kill him if we can't catch up with him."

"Leave it to me," Jake waved his hand at an electronically sealed door to unlock it, "Mr. Lancaster shall face the music for his sins against his son when the time comes."

"What did you say attacked you?" Agent Orange yelled over his radio to a fellow agent as he ran toward the prison roof, weapons ready.

"It was so hideous I can't really describe it!" the agent gasped, "They're everywhere, sir, I don't know if we can stop them!"

"I think we can stop them!" an agent cut in, "I've shot four of them dead already. Their firepower's incredible, but a good shot should take them out."

"I hope so," Orange climbed out on the roof—and had to immediately duck to avoid getting hit with a plague spore that exploded nearby, sending the guards in its vicinity choking to death. "Oh my God," he gasped, seeing the night sky was filled with demons, which dove toward roofs and attacked guards and agents at will. Orange also noticed the legions of what appeared to be militia marching inexorably toward the prison, firing weapons he'd never seen before.

"Can you believe it?" General Storrs joined him, "They seem to be breathing fire, one of my men told me! Why the hell is this happening?"

"I have no damn idea, but we're going to put a stop to it," Agent Orange noticed a demon swooping down toward him. He cocked his rifle and blew it out of the sky. "Piece of cake," he said out loud.

"Aim at their forward units!" General Storrs ordered several of his men that were wheeling a cannon out onto the roof, "We disable them, we can break up the rest of them! Where the hell's Mercer! That fat oaf should be up here! "

Down below, the Caucasian Provinces fired away with every demonic weapon they had. The Russians and militants, despite their frontline positions in the attack, were still a bit rusty after having spent such a long period of time as mice and were missing their targets. Despite their advantage with weapons, the authorities manning the prison had the high ground and the advantage, and Caucasian Provinces members were falling dead all over the place. "Come on, all of you!" Alderman Alderman tried to rally the forces that were starting to fall back a bit, "You're Christ's soldiers of glory! Act like it! Forward!"

He picked up a plague spore and held it dramatically over his head to set a strong example—and was immediately hit with a fatal spray of bullets. "You heard the man, charge!" Lieutenant Armbrister led several squads forward over the alderman's body toward the prison's main gate, "The will of our father in heaven shall be done!"

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, here we are," Jake kicked in the door to the evidence room. The first thing Elwood noticed was that the shelves of evidence stretch into the distance for what seemed like miles. "Uh, I hope they're all in alphabetical order," he commented.

"No need," Jake sprung through the air about five rows down and snatched a long thin box off the shelf. Springing back, he tore it open and extracted the relic. "Good, intact," he nodded. He handed it to Mack. "McTier, take this out of here and make sure nothing happens to it," he instructed him, "The rest of you go out with him through that hole in the laundry room. Meet us outside the front gate in ten minutes. You find our new bodyguards there. Elwood, come with me, we've got some business here still, I believe."

He took his brother's hand and raced up the hall. Elwood felt a strange sensation creeping through his veins. "Say do you feel…?" he started to ask.

"I've taken the liberty of making us invisible," Jake told him, "At least until we reach our destination. Ah, here we are now."

They'd reached the psychiatric ward. Jake yanked the card key lock off the cell in front of them and threw the door open. "Cab, we're getting out of here, let's get a move on," he told Curtis's illegitimate son.

"I knew you were coming," Cabel rose to his feet. He'd apparently been meditating in the corner. "I was getting the feeling that you'd…"

Suddenly something brushed by Jake and Elwood. Evil Cabel had by now seriously devolved, as Elwood noticed he was running on his hands and legs like a carnivore, and he was foaming at the mouth. He took one look at his good self and leaped upon him, growling like an animal. Electricity zapped all around the room. Elwood started forward to try and help Good Cabel, but Jake held him back. "You can't interfere," he told him, "He must win on his own."

Elwood didn't think Cabel's good side had too much of a chance given the circumstances, but to his amazement Good Cabel rolled over and clamped down on Evil Cabel's throat. Howling, the evil side started turning into mist, which engulfed the good side. Reunited again, Cabel tumbled backwards. "What happened?" he asked out loud, "Where am I?"

"Your good side won out," Jake helped him up, "Congratulations Cab, I knew you could banish the darkness within."

"Who are you?" Cabel stared at him, "And where the hell am I?"

"They always get amnesia after this," Jake told a confused Elwood, "It's pretty much habitual to…excuse me a minute."

Lieutenant Eliozar had entered the room. "Commander, are you all right?" she asked the still puzzled Cabel.

"He's just fine," Jake Force-waved her, "Since you're a nice woman deep down, I'd advise you to wait until this big battle blows over, then go somewhere other than Chicago and find a more fitting line of work."

Eliozar nodded and walked out the door. "One down, one to go," Jake took both Elwood and Cabel's hands and led them at breakneck speed back through the prison's corridors. He stopped in the middle of one hall and pressed his hand to the wall. Elwood could see an ugly-looking social worker dragging a tearful Katrina toward the door. The girl was resisting with all her strength, and Elwood clearly heard the social worker mouth an obscenity at her. "That's why I always hated social workers," Jake muttered darkly, "They never care about the kids they're supposed to take care of. Well, anyway…"

He shoved the wall down and stormed up to the social worker. "Unhand that girl now!" he ordered.

"Are you the father?" the social worker demanded.

"No."

"Then shut up," the social worker turned to leave with Katrina. Jake spun him back around and head-butted him. "You OK there, angel?" he asked, scooping Katrina up in his arms.

"I thought you weren't coming back!" Katrina sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey, when you come from where I do, you always come back, honey," Jake said softly, hugging her close. Elwood saw a look of genuine paternalism in his brother's eyes as he comforted the girl. Maybe death had changed Jake's previously lethargic feeling toward youngsters after all.

"You'll pay for that you dirty son of a…!" the social worker charged at him. Jake took a deep breath and froze him in a large block of ice, much as he had with Mrs. Murphy. "You need to chill out, pal," he told him.

"JAKE?" shrieked a voice from the hole in the wall. Suntzman had showed up on the scene and had turned white at the sight of Jake. "Y-Y-Y-You can't be real!" he stammered.

"You killed him!" Elwood pointed an accusing finger at the warden, "You slaughtered him in cold blood!"

"I swear, it's not…I didn't…. Marvin, kill him again!" a frantic Suntzman shouted. The head guard cocked his rifle and fired at Jake, who smothered Katrina on the ground as the bullets ricocheted off him. Cabel rushed at Marvin and disarmed him in a flash. "Cut it out!" he ordered, "You endangering…!"

The door to the room was kicked down. Lieutenant Armbrister strode in, armed to the teeth. "So you're the Blues Brothers," he retorted to the group before him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

He cocked a heavy machine gun. "Forget Jake, shoot that baboon!" Suntzman ordered Marvin, "The Blues Brothers are ours!"

"You can't harm me," Armbrister folded his arms across his chest defiantly, "I have holy protection. Give me your best shot!"

Marvin fired at Armbrister…who immediately keeled over dead. "Great shot," Suntzman commended him, "Now take out…where'd they go?"

Jake had in fact made himself and the other Brothers invisible again. They rushed down the stairs toward the courtyard, pushing their way past guards and the Russians and militants, who had also breached the prison. "The witch is dead," Jake informed a shocked Elwood, "And Hell knows they be great forces for their cause."

It was pure pandemonium in the courtyard. Guards and agents fired at Caucasians Provinces members and demons that were attacking from all directions. Clutching everyone close, Jake leaped high in the air over the wall and landed in the prison parking lot, punching out a demon that lunged at them when they landed. "No time to go for the Bluesmobile," he announced, "The faster we get out of here the better; we're not invisible to these demons."

"But Jake, what could we possibly use to…?" Elwood's gaze fell upon the Good Old Boys' Winnebago. "On second thought, I think I know what we could use," he said.

He rushed to the Winnebago and pushed the open the door, which Tucker had carelessly forgotten to lock. "I don't think we should be doing this," Cabel told him as he climbed in after him, "Unless this is our car. Is it?"

"You don't know?" Katrina chided him.

"He's just had a mental restart, sweetheart, he's going to be a bit out of the loop again for a while," Jake told her.

"Well, even if it's not our car, we're not going anywhere," Cabel continued, glancing at the driver's seat, "There's no key."

"No problem here," Elwood had started plenty of keyless cars in his life. He crawled down under the dashboard, broke open the bottom hatch, grabbed two wires, and held them together. With a loud cracking of electricity, the Winnebago roared to life. Elwood wrapped the wires together and climbed up onto the driver's seat. "Let's roll," he announced, flooring it. The Winnebago careened across the parking lot, running over a pair of demons that had jumped in its path. Up in the waiting room, Tucker jerked upright. "That's my car engine!" he gasped, "Someone's takin' it!"

He and Bob rushed to the window to see the Winnebago zooming toward the main gate. "Hey you, get back here!" Bob yelled out the window at it.

"Damn!" Tucker kicked a sofa in disgust, "And we can't call the bikers to tell them to be on the lookout for them!"

Back in side the Winnebago, Elwood accelerated toward the main gate. The guards stationed there were too busy firing at other targets to stop the Winnebago as it crashed through the gates and barreled up the road away from the prison. "Stop here," Jake instructed him once they'd turned a corner. He then teleported outside the car. Elwood noticed the rest of his party crouching behind some bushes. He rolled down the window. "Anyone need a lift?" he called out.

Everyone scurried for the Winnebago. "Say Elwood, you won't believe who came back and who he's got," Zee told him.

A familiar bearded figure stepped out of the bushes. "Rock?" Elwood was amazed to see the biker again.

"Yep," Rocky shook his hand, "When word got out that you were in trouble, I had to come. And I've got a new gang now, and they've agreed to work as security enforcers for you. Guys, come on over here and meet Elwood Blues."

With a rev of engines, out of the bushes drove a motorcycle gang of…

"DISCO DANCERS?" Elwood's jaw dropped, "You found a gang of disco dancers?"

"Yo bro, we be better than we look, check it slick?" asked the apparent leader of the group, a man with a large Afro and purple-feathered suit.

"Well here's your chance to prove it," Rocky pointed up the road. More familiar motorcycles were approaching. "There's Topton!" yelled Mad Dog, "Run him down!"

The Black Diamond Riders accelerated forward. "Come bros," the leader of the disco bikers told his gang, "Let's show these blues singers we're up to the challenge."

The disco bikers all raised their arms in the air like John Travolta and sped off to meet the evil bikers. In quick succession they clotheslined the Black Diamond Riders off their bikes. Elwood nodded in approval. "Looks good to me," he told Rocky, "Where'd you find 'em?"

"East St. Louis," Rocky told them, "They've the Gibbstown Disco Gang, and…"

"I've heard of them," Mack plopped down in the front passenger seat, "Used to be a disco band; been cruising around the country waiting for disco to return."

Jake teleported back into the Winnebago. "I put up a wall; it'll hold for a about a half hour," he informed the others. Elwood glanced out the window to see a swarm of demons flying toward them crash into an invisible barrier. "Still gotta get Buster," he said as he slowly started forward, the Gibbstown Disco Gang falling into a protective circle around the Winnebago. The still dismounted Black Diamond Riders scattered for cover as the caravan passed them at a high rate of speed.

Back inside the prison, the battle was calming down now that the demons were all trying to force their way through the barrier Jake had set up. Without aerial support, the authorities were quickly surrounding the Caucasian Provinces. A few, including the Russians and militants, just managed to escape out the front gate before the net was closed. The rest were taken into custody and disarmed. Agent Orange supervised the transfer of the two hundred or so new prisoners for the facility. "What the hell were you thinking, attacking a major prison like that?" he ordered one of them.

"I don't have to tell you anything," the Caucasian Province member told him roughly. Orange shoved him into a cell and locked the door. The sound of a door being violently shaken echoed throughout the maximum security wing. "HEELLLLLLLPPP!" Mercer was screeching like a hawk as he shook the bars of the cell he was locked in, "Orange, get me out of here!"

Orange rolled his eyes. "Mercer you idiot, don't tell me you let the Blues Brothers escape?" he shouted at the Department of Corrections chairman.

"Hey go easy on me, Orange, nobody's perfect!" Mercer defended himself, "Mind sliding me the keys?"

Orange ignored him. "McMaster, call all local agencies!" he ordered a fellow agent, "Tell them the Blues Brothers are on the loose again!"