I am soz for the long wait for this chapter. When it comes to updating I am not so good. But I hope u enjoy this.

i-love-bradley

Jack tripped. His knee's skinned on the cold, stones below him. He examined his knee in the low light of the street light and found that he had only grazed it. He stared into the street ahead of him. It was dark and lit by a few street lights that stood randomly on the side path, like lone soldiers waiting for an order.

His chance of escaping had been slim but somehow Jack had managed to. He had cut through the steel bars with his small pocket knife, determination and luck. He had then slowly climbed to the window by finding small cracks in the bricks or bricks that leaned out of the wall further than the others. It hadn't been a hard climb, just standing on the seat and a few steps up, before he grabbed the side of the window and lifted himself up. He had dragged himself through the window, silently dropping on the other side. He waited, silent. Until he was sure that no one had heard him, then he had sprint for it down the street ahead of him, then down another. The more he ran the more he lost his sense of direction. Until now, when he had finally fallen down and been forced to a stop. Now he had to think. Now he would have to discover where he was.

Jack tried to take details from the buildings that surrounded him on both sides. But in the dim light he couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him. He had no idea where he was. Jack tired to pick himself up from the ground but found it hard to stand on his ankle. He grasped it in pain and fell back to the ground. He tried again, getting up a few centimetres from the ground, only to fall those few centimetres back down. The fall must have broken his ankle and there was no way that he was going to be able to run on it. He had to keep moving though. If they found him then that was it, he would be taken away from America and he would never see his wife or daughter again. He imagined Rose's soft eyes and loving face and again tried to pick himself up but he fell again, this time his face hitting the stones. He could taste blood and he lifted his hand to his face and found blood running down it. He swore silently to himself and gave in. He lay there face down, letting the tears fall down his cheek and form a small puddle between him and the ground.

Jack was crying was too loud, so he didn't hear the footsteps coming towards him, closer and closer. He did however feel the hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head and saw a large man staring down at him.

"You okay?" He asked. His voice was husky and quite suited his appearance. From what Jack could see in the light he was tall, large in build and quite fat. He had a large, round face with small, beady eyes which continued to study Jack.
"You okay? Seems like you have broken your leg." He pointed to Jack's ankle. Jack nodded and the man bent down and lifted Jack up. "Let's get you fixed up." Jack nodded but the world around him was starting to blur. The man was shaking into two people and Jack knew he was about to black out. The last thing he saw was the man smiling down at him.

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Jack's head pained and a water bottle was pushed to his lips. He drank deeply and it was pulled away. He opened his eyes and his head swum. He looked around. He was in a small room. It was dark and there was a small light in the corner which allowed him to see the three men standing in the room, all looking at him.

"You okay?"Jack looked up to see the man that had picked him up in the street. Jack nodded.

"We fixed your ankle up the best we could." He pointed to Jack's ankle and Jack noticed that was bandaged and back in place.

"Thanks." Jack's throat was horse but the men seemed to understand what he said.

"So Jack looks like you got yourself in a bit of trouble." Jack looked up and saw in the corner stood Paul, his old work friend.

"Paul? But how did you find me?"

Paul sat down next to him. "Luck I suppose. Well lucky for you." He laughed. "I believe you have met my mate Fred here?" He pointed to the man who had saved Jack in the street. Jack nodded and shook Fred's hand. "And this is William." He pointed to the other man. William was the opposite Fred. He was short and skinny and had large eyes that seemed to be able to stare into someone's soul. He also had large ears and a good lot of hair, which was the exact opposite to Fred, who had none.

"So Paul what's all this about?" Asked Jack.

Paul shrugged. "Well I lost my job Jack. Derek fired me. DAMN BASTARD! He fired Fred and Will here as well. We have no jobs. So we had to go to a life of crime. That is why I haven't seen you in a while. But looks like us being in the crime business served alright for you. So why were you running from the police and locked up in jail?"

Jack told them the story and by the end of it they had all agreed that they were going to help Jack and get Rose back for him. They also agreed that they would have to bring Cal down a level.

Jack, Paul, Fred and Will stayed up late into the night making plans on how they were going to do this.