Tommy saw his chance and took it, the moment the guards aimed at the poor bastard who ran first, Tommy ran as fast as he could to get into the group of runners. They were half way to the exit when the guards started shooting; he waited until half the group was killed before flailing his arms and falling to the ground, the heavy smell of dirt overwhelming his nose. He took a deep breath and held it, waiting for a guard to check him. When a guard came down to check his pulse, he waited for a second before grabbing the guard's arm and pulling himself up and using the guard as a bullet shield, he picked up the SMG that was on the ground and started shooting at the now terrified guards, most shooting while running back. Tommy shot the guard that he was holding in the head. To stop him from struggling, he was within spitting distance of a car before a bullet hit him in the shoulder. He looked up to see a sniper in a guard tower. Lowering his rifle and giving him the finger. Tommy tried once more to take a step, it felt like he had lead weights on his feet, he grabbed onto the cruiser door, leaving a bloody hand print on it. He was able to open the driver's door before his body gave up, his brain screaming at it to get up. The body won.
Tommy woke up to an incredible pain in his shoulder; he wondered where it came from before remembering the sniper, dick. He grunted as he tried to get up, only to find that he was strapped into the operating table. He opened his eyes to see a white room shared be a dozen other patients. Electronic equipment littered the room; a drone painted white with the Red Cross on it flew over and scanned him, a faint blue line traveled up him, ending at his head. It flew away, a minute later a nurse walked up.
"So you're the asshole who shot at my fiancé and ruined his leg" said the nurse, obviously pissed that she had to treat him. "By the way, that bullet in your shoulder, it was lodged in there pretty tight so a few pieces were left in place, not that you should worry about those, you're on 'A' block, so you should more worry about...actually, I'll let you figure it out, see you at the morgue" she said walking away.
"Hey nurse" yelled Tommy, how about a little painkiller eh?" he said, motioning to his bloody shoulder.
"Sorry" she said "fresh out, used the last bit on my fiancé" even though she was opening up the cabinet full of it.
"That's alright, I'm not a wimp like your boyfriend" he said grinning
The nurse clutched her fist, starred at Tommy for a moment, before stomping away muttering.
Tommy was about to go for a second attack when the door opened, two heavily armed and armoured guards walked up to Tommy.
"Are you Tartoni?" asked one, the other raising his rifle to Tommy's head.
"Yep, so I guess you guys got the memo about what happened out on the court yard?" said Tommy, grinning, making sure they knew who he was
"You're wanted on the A block, someone must have paid well to get you on the first cell to the firing squad." Said the second guard, grabbing Tommy by his bad shoulder, his grin disappeared, replaced with a face twisted in pain.
"Holy shit, I'm sorry OK!" cried Tommy, trying to get the guard off his shoulder.
"By the way, I'm not a wimp" said the first, Tommy looked down to see a bandage on the guard's pants, it was bloody, and Tommy looked up to the first, "oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. Listen, it was nothing personal, right?" said Tommy
The guard said nothing, instead choosing to punch Tommy in the face.
Again Tommy woke up in a room, his head aching from the constant abuse; he cradled his head, falling to the floor in agony. This was not how it was supposed to happen. The gun runners were dead, James was dead, he'd seen the guard take him out with a needle, probably some sort of lethal injection, and above all else, he was going to die. Dead, nothing, he was going to die, but not without a fight he told himself, not without a fight. He looked around for anything of use, his clothes, stained with blood and mud, he looked a zombie, his face was beat to hell, and he could barely stand. Yet he would fight to the bitter end. He prowled around the room, looking for a weakness. In doing so he found a countdown timer. It was set to five hours. So he set into gear to figure out how to escape.
With ten minutes to go, Tommy set himself up so that anyone entering the room would get flanked by him. He waited another five minutes before the door opened.
"Shit" said a voice on the outside; this was followed by a whistle.
"Really?" said another voice. There was a click sound and with that, a cylinder rolled into the chamber, Tommy had learned from experience that metallic things being rolled into rooms often hurt, he covered his face, sure enough a smoke filled the room, Tommy ripped off a part of his shirt to use as a mask, the combination of blood and mud must have neutralized the gas his skin and eyes burned from the gas. His eyes were watering and he could barley breath, he stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the guards opened the door and walked in.
"Christ, didn't bang on the door or nothing" said one
"Remember, captain said this one's dangerous, so watch out" said the other. Tommy used the smoke to his advantage, sneaking up behind one of the guards; he put his hand over the guards mouth and twisted his neck, killing him in an instant, he grabbed the now dead officer's baton, the other guard started flailing around helplessly, until Tommy grabbed him by the collar, and hit him over the head with the first ones baton. He slipped on the guard's jacket and hat, then clipped in the tactical belt, and walked out of the room. Tommy had the biggest grin on his face until he walked out, only to find several guards in riot gear pointing rifles at him.
"Son of a bitch, muttered Tommy, sizing up each of the guards. Wondering how many he could take on before he was dead, he reckoned he could give one a black eye before there was enough lead in him to start a mine.
"That won't be necessary, stand down" said a man in a suit, Tommy was confused, why would anyone care about him?
"Tommy, would you follow me to a place where we can speak more privately." Said the man, with no fear in his eyes, despite clearly seeing what Tommy was capable of.
"What about them?" asked Tommy, referring to the riot squad still aiming their weapons at him.
"They will wait outside, if they hear a struggle, then they will kill you. It's very simple" he said, his calm more intimidating then any crime lords' threats.
"Sir, I cannot recommend that, this boy has killed more than just these guards, he is a very capable killer" said the captain, his voice echoed through a speaker on his helmet.
"I deal with people like him all the time captain, stand down" said the man
"Yes sir, alright men, move out" said the captain, his men marching down the corridor.
"Follow me" said the man Tommy followed
They sat in a room, with a simple desk and no ornaments to speak of. The man in the suit was the first to speak.
"Tommy, I'll be blunt, your skills are meant for more than one last struggle before they kill you. You are something else entirely, and with my intervention at this place, you could fill your potential. But only if you prove yourself." Said the man
"What do you want from me?" asked Tommy, intrigued.
"I want you to tell me why you fought those guards, even though you knew the moment that cell cleared, the entire place would have been in lockdown. And you would just die anyway."
"well" said Tommy "I wanted to be remembered, to fight until I die, I won't die like a cow, letting them lead me to my doom, that's not my style, if I wanted to die I would have just let myself, like how they killed my brother with the needle in the court yard" Tommy was sure he was being interviewed, he knew it.
"Perfect, you're in, I would tell you to pack your things but I guess we'll just skip that part." The man looked Tommy straight in the eye "Tommy, you made the right choice" and with that, Tommy and James Tartoni became nothing but two dead boys, their murderous ways punished. The world unknowing of the truth.