Kyle Forfar

[Jack]

***Flashback 11 years before the crash***

The neon signs and the beaming lights illuminated the night’s sky. People were lined up for clubs, bars, movies, you name it. The city of Detroit really came to life in the middle of the night. Cars constantly passed by, along with the limos that would pull up to the exclusive clubs. Usually there were one or two guards at the entrances to those clubs. Next to each individual building, was a dark alley way, which was sort of ironic that amongst all the people, and crowds, someone could be killed right in front of them, and no one would know… and Kyle knew this.

Kyle waited in the heart of the darkness for his pray. He had black gloves on, and a five inch blade tucked away in his pocket. He stood invisibly in the alley, he was motionless, he just waited for what he was after.

A man stood at the door to the club, clearly he was drunk, infact he held the bottle of scotch in his hand. He seemed to have some sort of feud with guards, “What do you mean I can’t get in?” the man asked. Kyle watched morbidly.

“Sir you are not on the list,” one of the guards said trying to reason with him.

“What do you mean I’m not on the list, what fucking list? You don’t even have a fucking list,” the man ranted, likely unaware of his actions.

The other guard seemed to have lost it with the man, “Get the fuck out of here Baboo,” the guard ordered, clearly using the man’s races against him. The man was in fact of Asian decent, most likely from India, or somewhere close.

“I just want in,” the man demanded.

“Look my friend, come on. Baboo, just go,” the first guard stated.

“You keep on calling me Baboo, it’s Sing mother fucker,” the man said as he stumbled a bit, he seemed to be so drunk he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet.

“I’m trying to help you my friend,” the guard continued.

“You keep on telling me I’m your friend,” the man said.

“Yeah,” the guard replied.

“You don’t even know my fucking name,” the man stated.

The guard sighed; he shook his head slowly and whispered to the other guard, “Get Larry down here.” The other guard pulled out walkie-talkie and whispered into it, “Fine… Sing, just give us a moment, and you can come in.” The door to the club flew open, there stood the man who killed Kyle’s father, Larry Floyd. Kyle’s eyes were engulfed in flame.

“What the fuck's the problem?” Larry asked. One of the guards whispered into Larry’s ear. “Oh really? Come Sing, I’ll give you the V.I.P pass,” Larry offered suspiciously. Larry headed into the alley, along with Sing and then two guards.

“I appreciate this, my friend,” Sing explained to Larry, only to be kicked in the knee, causing Sing to fall to the floor.

“Give it to me,” Larry ordered, one of the guards handed Larry a pistol with a silencer. There was a very faint sound as Sing fell to the floor, blood flowing from his head. Larry just laughed, until it seemed as if he had almost chocked. As Larry fell to the ground, the guards could see Kyle standing behind him with blood on his closed fist. One of the guards grabbed the gun and pointed it at Kyle. Kyle simply drew the knife from his back pocket, and cut a very thin, fine slice in the man’s neck. He then grabbed the gun, and squeezed off one shot, striking the other guard between the eyes.

Kyle stopped to catch his breath, as Larry grabbed him and threw him to the floor. Larry held the knife in his hand and tried to stab Kyle. The two of them wrestled for a few seconds, before Kyle kneed Larry in the thigh. Kyle grabbed the loose hand and forced the knife toward Larry’s face, slicing a huge gash in Larry’s ear.

“What’s going on back there?!” a man called out from the street. Kyle looked up to see a police officer. The officer probably couldn’t see anything, but most likely heard Larry scream as he fell to the ground. Kyle quickly took off into the heart of darkness. Luckily he had nights cloak to hide himself from the officer’s eyes.

Kyle ran from block to block. So he had a small set back, unless the man bled to death, he was unsuccessful in killing his father’s murderer, but at least the man would be arrested, seeing as how it was only Larry’s finger prints on the two weapons. Kyle still had one more target, one more chance to make it right. The only man that was left was the man who gave the order for his father’s murder.

(Just outside an apartment)

A man stood at his doorway trying to find the right key to unlock his door. He held groceries in one hand, and the keys in the other. He opened up the door with his eyes fixated on the floor. He was surprised to see someone’s shoes in front of him. He looked up to see Kyle in a jump suit, with plastic gloves on. The man dropped his groceries. Kyle began to slowly squeeze the trigger.

“Don’t you want to know why?” the man asked, which was replied by a single gun shot, and a rather quick bullet striking him in the head. Blood splattered against the door behind him as he fell to the ground. Kyle watched as his head bled out a bit, before stepping over the body and walking away.

[Jack]

***Flashback 19 days before the crash***

The hallway was silent. The troops moved slowly, and swiftly through the hallway. They were all dressed the same, like S.W.A.T. or soldiers. A man lead the troop with his gun drawn. He however, was dressed like a businessman, a real ‘office’ cop. He approached one of the doors in the hall, “Number 14… this is it boys,” he said as he pulled back, and one of the troops took his place.

“Police! Open the door!” the trooper yelled as he banged on the door with his fist. He waited for a response, and then turned to David and shook his head. David quickly nodded. The trooped smashed the door open with a miniature battering ram. He, and several other troopers rushed in, with their riffles raised. “Clear!” the trooper yelled as he noticed the only person in the room was a dead body.

David stepped in and looked around the room. There was a radio playing in the background with a piece of paper taped to it. “… Shinning down like water. I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain? I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?” the music played on the radio. David lifted the note and read it, “You want the killer? Follow my trail.”

“What’s that?” one of the troopers asked.

“The kid thinks he’s smart,” David stated in disgust.

“So what do we do?” the trooper asked.

“Do what we always do… spread out and look for clues,” David replied.

“No offense sir, but that’s not our usual duties,” the trooper stated.

“Well I’m sorry, but they won’t let us ship in a whole forensics team,” David said cheerfully.

“Mastersson!” someone called from the hallway. David looked out into the hallway, and then back at the trooper. He raised an lowered his eyebrows quickly before stepping outside the room.

“What’s up?” David asked the man waiting outside.

“We got a problem downstairs,” the man replied.

(Just outside the motel)

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m checking up on my case,” David replied.

“Let me remind you that you are on Australian soil, so when one of our police officers are killed by problems that you brought in, it becomes my crime scene,” the man continued.

“Well I’m done in there, so knock yourself,” David said as he walked away, towards his car. “Brian… I want you to take that kid down,” David said as he got in his car.

Brian stood just outside the motel, as the Australian officers went inside. “Yeah…” he replied skeptically.

(A bar, somewhere in Sydney)

“War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away” was the sound of the music playing in the background in the bar. Kyle sipped his drink as he watched the TV.

“Police have confirmed that the man found dead in Larry’s Motel yesterday afternoon, is that of Lance Aaronson, an undercover Policeman for the city of Sydney.”

Kyle watched worriedly and in anticipation. “Here’s a picture of the suspect to the murder.” Kyle put a hand over his mouth as he stared at his picture on the TV.

“Hey,” Kyle looked over at the bartender, “That’s you ain’t it?” Kyle looked up, giving the man a very dirty look. He looked over to see two other men in the bar walking toward him.

“Fellas,” Kyle nodded.

“Come on, get up,” one of them ordered. Kyle rose slowly. He threw his money down on the table to pay for his drink. He then quickly jabbed one of them in the neck with his hand. He punched out the other to the floor. He looked back to see the first man recovering. Kyle grabbed him by the collar, and threw him toward the wall. Kyle then hit him several time over the face, switching hands back and forth. Kyle let go of the man, who was now completely unconscious. Kyle then smashed a bar stool over the other.

“Get out of here!” the bartender ordered with a phone in his hands.

Kyle swung the door open, pulling out his cell phone. He quickly dialed a number as he jogged towards his car. He waited as the phone rang. He jumped in his car as someone on the other end answered. “James?” Kyle asked.

“Kyle?...” James asked in surprise, “Did you get my message?”

“Yeah,” Kyle responded, “I know about Jane.” There was a sudden silence for a few seconds, “Look I can bring them down, I just need your help.”

“Why don’t you just shoot them?” James asked.

“No… no body count. If they’re going to suffer, it’s best they do it in jail… I need your help because I’m being charged for murder out here.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that. Brian’s already out there in Sydney looking for you, so he can’t help us,” James stated, “Kyle, if I’m gunna help you, I need to make sure you didn’t do it.” There was another pause as Kyle worked through the stress.

“Why the fuck would I do it?” Kyle asked, “I didn’t even know the guy.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll help you out, but I’ll have to call you back,” James said as he hung up the phone. Kyle flipped his phone closed. He paused in the car for a few seconds. He then popped open the glove compartment and grabbed a gun. He shoved in the magazine, and cocked. He then put it on the seat and started the car.

[pearl]

Dude you write them faster than one could read them *lol* Even though for my excause I have to say I was not online since my last review here

And even now I have not entirely caught up BUt as far as I read and as usually everythings great. Kyle is a charming prick and all those other guys .. mean bastards.
Everyone but David of course but well, looks can be deceiving

[Jack]

***Flashback 17 days before the crash***

“Put your weapon to the floor and walk towards me slowly!”

Perhaps Kyle had made the wrong move somewhere. He had watched his back for the past few days; covered his trace pretty well, thrown off the police when he needed to, but now, because he decided to go to a convenience store for milk, he now stands between being arrested, and having a bullet pierce through his head. He had made sure he went at night, so that even if they did recognize him, he’d have a chance to escape in the heart of darkness. Maybe he hadn’t screwed up, maybe it was just an odd coincidence that the trooper that followed him inside just happened to recognize him.

The trooper was no older then Kyle, he was probably a new recruit, which was bad news for Kyle. The kid would probably fire off rounds in panic. Kyle had to be very cooperative, or there was a good chance that more people then just he would be injured. Kyle could see the trooper shaking. It was amazing that they gave this kid a squad car, without a partner, but Kyle had to assume there wasn’t much violence in Australia, and therefore not a whole lot of police.

Kyle had a plan. He just needed to get some dirt on the people that were setting him up – with the help of James of course- and he’d be able to clear his name, and get revenge on the people that set him up and murdered his girl friend; the only person that truly understood him, the only person that made him feel alive. Now because of his thirst, his whole plan had been smashed.

The only thing Kyle had truly regretted was drawing his weapon. He wasn’t quite sure what had lead to that, but now it put him in more trouble then he needed. Everyone in the store was on the floor, with their hands on their heads. “Put down your weapon!!!”

Kyle lowered his gun slowly, “Look I’m not gunna shoot…”

“Put your weapon on the floor!!!” the trooper yelled as he fired off his weapon. The bullet barely missed Kyle, and ricocheted off the brick wall of the store. The sky was black, and the only light that shone through the darkness, was that of the squad car.

“Will you fucking listen?” Kyle yelled in surprise by the bullet, “I’m not gunna shoot!” Kyle lowered his gun to the floor, and walked slowly towards the trooper. The trooper held the gun up tightly, “Hey… just - just calm down,” Kyle said as he approached. The trooper grabbed him by the collar and threw him up against the squad car. The trooper placed his gun against Kyle’s neck as he searched him. Kyle watched his every move with his neck turned. The trooper tried to grab the cuffs with one hand, but couldn’t get them loose. As he looked down, Kyle used it as an opportunity to escape. Kyle shot his elbow back, smoking the trooper in the face.

The sound of sirens broke through the silence of the night. Kyle quickly looked around, “Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he took off down the street.

(Somewhere on the streets of Sydney)

Kyle walked slowly along the sidewalk. It was probably around 1:00 am. He checked his back every few minutes to make sure he didn’t have a tail. The only thing smart he had done that whole night, was parking his car on the other side of city. He felt a slight vibration on his thigh, and since he was already high-strung, it made him jump. He took out his cell phone and flipped it open, “Where the fuck were you? I’ve been trying to reach you!” Kyle snapped.

“I know, I know, they’re tracing my calls, they think I might have something to do with Jane’s murder,” James explained.

“What?” Kyle asked in complete disbelief.

“Look, this might be the last chance I get to talk to you, but if you want your evidence, go to Colin’s house… you’ll find what you need,” James vaguely stated.

“Alright… thank you.”

“Okay… I gotta go… Good luck Kyle,” James said before hanging up.

(Just outside the convenience store)

David rubbed his chin franticly, “The kid thinks he’s smart… but he’s gunna fuck up and we’re gunna catch him.”

“This doesn’t seem right,” Brian said skeptically, “If he wanted to get away so easily, why didn’t he just shoot the trooper?”

“Because… he’s trying to tell us something, he’s trying to make a joke out of us, but I’m going to catch him, and then we’ll see whose laughing,” David lectured.

“Something’s not right… Why doesn’t he just leave Sydney?” Brian asked.

“I’m not here to ask why, all I have to do is ask how. And how do you catch someone who’s running in circles?” David asked. Brian decided not to respond, “You corner him.”

[Jack]

***Flashback 16 Days before the crash***

Kyle stood still, glaring at the door knob. He took a quick look around. His mouth was closed tight, and his eyebrows were pointed narrowly down. He was in deep thought. He exhaled as he looked away from the house. He stared at the sky for a second. He looked back at the house, and took a deep breath. He jiggled the doorknob. It was obviously locked, but a man can hope. Kyle stepped back and kicked the door in. He stood still, checking the visible areas of the house.

He slowly walked through the doorway. He drew his weapon and held it with an outstretched arm. He pointed the gun towards what looked like the kitchen as he checked another room. His arm with the gun was crossed across his body. He leaned back and peered into the other rooms… There was nothing; no pictured, no lights, or appliances. Colin obviously lived in a dump.

Kyle stepped forward into the room in front of him. It was a vast, empty room. A couple of outlets and a window stood out, but it wasn’t much. Kyle slowly lowered his gun. He was now casual, he rubbed his head in disappointment. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find, but he was expecting a little more then nothing. He pinched his nose gently, but quickly as he took one last look at the house. He walked past the kitchen. The sink was rusted, and the tap was bent. Kyle rubbed his eyes as he realized something; this wasn’t Colin’s home, it was a safe house.

He kneeled down at opened up the cupboards underneath the sink. It was pretty much what Kyle expected; an empty space and a pipe. He felt around in the blind spot of the cupboard. He felt a slight jolt of pain as something clamped, and pinched his index finger. He quickly pulled his hand out of the cupboard, dragging something along with him, “Ah…” he whimpered as he tried to take to mouse trap off his hand. He slipped his finger out without thinking twice, he let go of the metal piece, allowing it to snap back again, only this time it didn’t strike anything except a chipped piece of wood. Kyle was so concentrated on his pain that he didn’t notice the metal spring until it shot back. He threw it away, “Fuck!” he yelled in surprise.

He paused in his stance, completely forgetting about his pain. He stared down at an object in the floor. He looked around, as if someone else was standing by, being able to explain the new found object. Obviously there was no one in the perimeter, and Kyle knew this, but it was a twitch and he looked back at the object. He slowly walked towards it, not taking his eyes off it once. He stared at it in confusion, but the facial expression could be mistaken for anger.

He slowly leaned over and picked up the item. He examined it closely. He looked at the sink cupboards as he held it in his hands. Kyle instantly found himself on the floor, with his head in the cupboard. He pulled out a box that was taped shut with black writing on it that read ‘INSURANCE’. Kyle pulled out a knife that he had stowed away in his pocket. Ironically or coincidently he just happened to have a knife on him, but Kyle didn’t consider that aspect. He tore open the box almost immediately. Inside the box he found many more of the object he now had lying on the cold, tile floor. Tapes… but there wasn’t just tapes, there were papers and pictures crammed into every corner of the box. There was a sheet of paper the lay across everything else, covering it almost entirely. It just had one sentence written on it, ‘FOR MY LAWYER ONLY’, this lead Kyle to understand the meaning of ‘INSURANCE’. Buried at the bottom of the box was a tape recorder and what looked like a wire.
Kyle popped the tape that lay on the floor into the recorder and played it. “You’re not cracking up are you?” Kyle couldn’t recognize the voice.

“I don’t crack up. Look I have everything under control alright.” That voice however was clearly Colin’s. It was simply back and forth between Colin and the mysterious voice.

“Glad to hear it”

“Hey you serious you want them to call you Mr. Moral?”

“Everyone in the drug business should use an alias, it does you wonders.”

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to call myself Captain Oblivious”

“Smart mouth… to bad. Get out. Get the fuck out!”

The sound scrambled and Kyle placed the tape recorder on the floor to search the rest of the box. He stumbled across one photo that almost made him smile. It was a picture of Jason beating the man that would later be found in Kyle’s closet. Kyle placed the items that he had on the floor in the box and took it outside to his car.

Kyle closed the trunk hard as he walked towards the front seat. He flipped open his cell phone and his redial. He waited as the phone rang a couple of times. “I got it,” Kyle stated as someone answered the phones on the other end.

“What? In Colin’s house? I figured you’d be in prison right now. Well done,” James congratulated.

“Thanks,” Kyle said skeptically, he hadn’t expected anything kind from James.

“Alright, if we can skip the weeping, I got some info for you,” James said impatiently, “Alright, there will be a drug shipment on Friday, at 11:00 pm… what ever fucking time zone you’re in.”

“How do you know that?” Kyle asked.

“Hey, we lose a rat, we put in another to replace him,” James said proudly, “Alright the address is 314 Wash St. You got that?”

“Yeah,” Kyle responded.

“Good, soon we will be able to find and take down that self indulgent piece of shit that call himself Mr. Moral… with a name like that, I’d want to put a fucking bullet in his head right now,” James ranted in hatred, “Just stay low until Friday… Friday morning I want you to inform the police with an anonymous tip, alright?”

“I got that,” Kyle said in agreement.

“Great. Cheers pal.”

***14 days before the crash***

The roof door swung open and two officers approached slowly out of the stairwell with their guns drawn. The two looked around quickly. “God damn… these damn false tips,” Brian said putting away his gun. The other officer nodded conqueringly. Suddenly blood splattered against Brian’s neck as he faced away from the other officer, there was a loud pop as well, but Brian could almost swear that his back was covered in blood before the gun went off. He quickly turned around to see two men standing in the stairwell, one with his gun drawn.

Brian drew his weapon, only to be shot in the arm, causing him to drop his weapon. “What the fuck are you two doing in Australia?” Brian asked.

“How are yee?” Charlie asked putting away his gun. Charlie had a very thick Irish accent, unlike Brian who had a Bostonian accent.

“You fucks!” Brian said bolting at them. Jason kicked out his legs causing Brian to drop to his knees. “You killed the cop didn’t you?” Jason just grabbed Brian by the arm and lifted him up. He brought him over to the edge of the building. “Wait, wait, wait,” Brian said in fear trying to hold himself back, “What are you doing?”

“Just sending a message to your boy, Kyle,” Charlie responded as the two lifted Brian over the edge.

Brian fell swift and quickly, with the wind repelling his body as he freefell. His body landed on top of a yellow truck. His head smashed into the windshield and his legs dented the car’s roof.

“Dude, that sucks for your car,” Jason said patting Charlie on the shoulder and then making his way to the stairwell.

Charlie stood completely still with his jaw dropped, “Motherfucker!”

[Jack]

k gotta change the date on some of these, nothing recent, just some of the older ones.

[Jack]

***Flashback 13 days before the crash***

“Come on, closing time.”

Kyle scratched his neck as he stood up from the bar counter. The bar was very basic; a counter with different series of bottles along the wall, booths and tables by the windows. A swaying door that read ‘Employees only’ and a bell that hung over the entrance door.

“Come on, get out of here, I have to close up,” the bartender ordered Kyle as he cleaned the counter with a mop. “Why do you want to stay in this dump anyway, you never order anything.” The bartender was rather old, perhaps not to old, but very unhealthy. He had a wrinkled face and beady eyes, with huge bags under them.

Kyle laughed, “I don’t come here to drink Frank.”

“Yeah, get out of here,” the old man waved as he struggled to walk out from behind the counter.

“Alright, I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Kyle said as he put up his hand to indicate a wave. Kyle stepped down the steps of the porch that lead to the bricked street. The streets were pitch black. Kyle could hardly see anything, there were no street lights, and the only lights came from the bar, which suddenly disappeared as Frank shot off the lights. Kyle could suddenly hear the vibration of a cell phone.

Kyle pulled out his cell phone, which buzzed loudly, it almost defeated the purpose of having the vibration. “Yeah?” Kyle asked as he flicked open the cell phone.

“Hey there sweetheart.” Kyle felt a sudden feel of relief. Finally James was back to his old ignorant self. The kindness was disquieting for Kyle, like something was terribly wrong.

“James…” Kyle said rather kindly then he usually would say in the situation, “What’s up.”

“Look I’m gunna make this very basic kid, I got good news, and some bad fucking news. Good news is, those punk Aussie’s bought your tip, they’re going to the drug bust now, so your fucking poetic justice will be dealt harshly on your foes,” James ranted in a sarcastic tone.

“Wow, that was very poetic of you James,” Kyle laughed.

“Watch your fucking mouth, you haven’t heard the bad news yet. The bad news is, they found Brian’s body a couple days ago… he was killed.” Kyle stopped in his steps.

“Wha-what the fuck are you talking about?” Kyle asked in complete disbelief.

“He was thrown off a building,” James explained.

“Y-y-y-you serious?” Kyle as skeptically.

“I’m afraid so,” James admitted sorrowfully. There was a pause as Kyle rubbed his eyes trying to take in what he had just heard. “Did you hear anything about it?”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Kyle shook his head in disbelief, he didn’t listen to James’ question.

“Look, just a little while longer alright, after tonight it will be all over, but try to keep your eyes open alright, they might be after you,” James continued.

“Yeah… yeah,” Kyle said trying to focus.

“Alright, I got shit I gotta do, and don’t get yourself fucking killed or this would have all been a waste.” There was a ‘click’ on the phone line as James hung up his phone, followed by Kyle flipping his closed.

(Somewhere inside a police department in Sydney)

“Pull the tail off them!” one of the officers yelled as he stepped into the surveillance room, “There’s need to servile him.”

“What the fuck you talking about?” asked another officer that would seem to be the captain, or at least a sergeant.

“I got it from an undercover, they know they’re being followed, so take off the tail.”

“What undercover?” the superior officer asked.

“I don’t know, some guy from America, now pull them off him, I can give their destination, and what they’re doing.”

“Alright let’s go, and get Mastersson out here,” the captain ordered.

“All units fall back, all units fall back,” one of the surveillance officers ordered into a walkie-talkie.

(Somewhere just outside Sydney)

The black sedan came racing down the street. There was a driver and two guys in the back. There were two more cars behind them, almost tailgating them. “Maybe if I shoot him in the eye, he’ll stop following us,” Charlie questioned with his gun drawn.

“Yeah that’s right Charlie, you kill two cops, and we’ll have less problems,” Rachel said sarcastically as she steered.

“Oh… right,” Charlie said putting his gun away.

“Fucking moron,” Rachel whispered as she turned a corner. The cars behind them suddenly took off in the opposite direction.

“That’s fuckin’ right,” Charlie gloated.

“Will you shut the fuck up for five seconds, huh?” Rachel asked angrily.

The car pulled up to, what looked like a warehouse. There were two cars there already, with six men give or take. The car pulled up to a red container. As all the others stood around watching. Rachel got out of the car, followed by Charlie, and what looked like a new guy to fill in for Jason.

“Open it up,” Charlie ordered. Two men unlocked the crate and threw the doors open. Rachel stepped forward with a drawn knife. She stabbed a clear bag with what looked to be cocaine inside. She drew a bit of the powder and placed it on her tongue. After a few seconds of tasting the substance, she threw her arm up into the air and twirled it.

“Load!” she ordered.

As the men loaded the trunks of three separate cars, the new guys turned to Charlie, “How do you know you don’t have a tail?” he asked suspiciously.

“Where you not in the fucking car?” Charlie asked rhetorically.

“Yeah what if they took one off and put another one on?” Charlie just stares at the kid and then hopped into the car.

Once all the cars were full Rachel yelled out, “Move out!”

Each car started to drive forward slowly before they were all suddenly caught off by dozens of police cars, and trucks with the sirens going off. The car in front of the others came to a halt and the passengers got out with their guns drawn.

“Mother fuckers!” one of them yelled as he shot at the police while trying to get to the back of the car for cover… however he didn’t make it all the way to the back before he was picked off in the head, causing him to fall to the ground like a rag doll. The other hid behind the trunk of the car. For some reason, while he was clear from the gun fire, he seemed to have some sort of burst of courage causing him to stand up and try to shoot at the police. He got off one shot before he too was hit.

After backing up and finding no room to escape, the other two cars came to a halt, and spilled out with men with their guns drawn. One of them barely made it out of the car before he was taken down. Another fired off his shot gun yelling, “Come on you fucking bastards!” He was shot in the face causing him to fall backwards and fire a round into the air.

The line of police continued to fire at the opponents. Charlie tried to get out of the car, but unfortunately his seatbelt was stuck, “Fucking seatbelt!” he yelled before a bullet struck him in the head, in fact David himself fired the bullet from the line of well covered police officers. That left Rachel, who tried to escape on foot, but was hit by a rippled of gun fire, covering her from head to toe with bullet wounds.

David found himself out of breath as he holstered his weapon. He looked around at all the dead bodies and simply said, “What a mess.”


There was a quick cell phone ring before Kyle answered it, “Yeah?” he asked.

“Jason wasn’t there,” James quickly told him without any introductions.

“What?... Alright, I’ll take care of it,” Kyle said flipping his cell phone closed.

[Jack]

***Flashback 10 days before the crash***

“This is the scene last night, where 9 men and one woman attempted to flee the Sheffield Warehouse in three Honda Civics containing over 200 lbs. of cocaine and possibly other drugs. However before the vehicles could leave, they were cut off by a raid of policeman, that had been tipped off by an anonymous tipster. Now I’m told that the drug smugglers resisted arrest and fired at the police officers. The police officers were then forced to fire back resulting in 7 dead, and 3 in intensive care. Now sources say that none of the officers were severally injured or wounded.”

“What a fucking mess.”

“I know what you mean, this is gunna cost us big time,” Jason stated. He sat at a table surrounded by four other men. One appeared to be the classic ring leader that were scene in the movies, the other three were pretty much normal; young, brown hair, no unique body physic.

“That’s a damn shame eh? Charlie had been with us, what 9 years?” one of the men asked, “I mean he was stupid, but damn he was a good guy.”

“And what about Rachel?” another asked.

“Mmm…” the king pin grunted in agreement.

“Now there was a looker,” one of the men admitted.

“Fucking c*** though, could never get the fucking job done right,” the ring leader stated.

“Yeah, but its gunna be fuck all without ‘em,” Jason stated.

Suddenly the door swung open leading into the small, dark room, with a TV. barely standing on a piece of wood and rusted nails. A young man walked through the door, probably about late 20s, he held a large envelope in his hand.

“Hey Jay! This came for you in the mail,” the man said handing Jason the envelope.

“Open it man, maybe its some good fucking news,” one of the men joked.

Jason opened up the envelope and slid out a picture. He study it for a second before grabbing his mouth in shock. The picture was of him, holding a gun to Jane’s head. There was writing in the top right corner with a black marker, “You cock sucking fagot,” there was also writing that was just below it that read, “3:00pm, 344 Wash… Keep your cell on’.

Jason ran his hand through his hair in aggravation, “So… what is it?” one of the men asked.

“I gotta go,” Jason replied quickly shoving the photo back in the envelope, and grabbing his jacket.

(Just out side 344 Washington St.)

Jason through open the door to the entrance and stepped inside. The building was practically empty, except for a garbage can with broken would in it, a few pipes that lay on the floor, and a block of wooding, resting against the wall by the elevators that read ‘Vacant’ for each floor. He pushed the arrow pointing up by the elevators and stepped on.

The inside of the elevator was dirty and tattered. Jason took a deep breath before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small Ziploc bag with a white powder inside. He opened it up and dipped his finger in it. He made a fist with one of his hands and sprinkled a little of the powder on it. He pressed against one nostril with his finger and quickly snorted it the cocaine through the other. He looked up at the ceiling of the elevator and blinked profusely trying to take in the drug.

The elevator doors opened up and Jason stepped off. He looked around to see if he could find Kyle, when from behind he could feel the cold rim of the gun’s barrel. “Put your fucking hands up,” Kyle instructed. Jason stood still. “Hands!” Kyle yelled. Jason slowly raised his hands.

“Where did you get the picture?” Jason asked curiously as Kyle searched him.

Kyle laughed, “Take a wild guess.”

“Colin…” Jason nodded. “At least his probably in some dumpster out on the shoreline by now. So what is this?” Jason asked, “Revenge for killing your woman?”

“You could say that,” Kyle said holding back every ounce of rage he had.

“You should’ve heard that bitch scream, the thing I love about it, is that I’d do it all over again…” Jason was stopped mid sentence as he met the back of Kyle’s gun. He dropped hard on his knees. He spat out a mouth full of blood as he held his jaw.

“From now on you keep your fucking mouth closed,” Kyle ordered, “Come on, get up!”

“I can’t believe James was able to help you out,” Jason laughed, “The FBI was suppose to take care of him.”

Kyle froze, “FBI? What the-What the fuck are you talking about FBI?” Kyle asked. Jason swallowed hard.

“Forget it,” Jason told him.

“What the fuck did you just say about the FBI?” Kyle asked.

“Forget what I said, I’m fucking,” Jason pleaded. Kyle threw him up against the wall, and held the gun to Jason’s head.

“What ever may be going in that very fucking poor, very ‘limited’ brain of yours, I am not going to hurt alright? Just tell me what you just fucking said.

“Forget it I’m high, I must be high, I’d never say what you thought I said!” Kyle, now getting irritated, fired off one round into Jason’s knee.

“Ow fuck!” Jason screamed out.

“Now what the fuck did you just fucking?!”

“Why do you think we never get busted huh?” Jason asked in pain, “So long as we give up people to the FBI, the FBI does what we want.” Jason moaned and cried over his hurt knee. Kyle picked him up and threw him into the elevator. He pressed ground and watched as the doors closed. By that time he had already let Jason drop to the floor.

“Just… Fucking kill me,” Jason begged, “Just fucking kill me,” he said now crying. Kyle’s eyes wandered. The elevator came to a stop and Kyle grabbed Jason by the armpits.

“Come on, get up.” Kyle pulled Jason up and began to walk him off the elevator… There was a loud bang causing Kyle to jump back in fear against the back of the elevator.

Jason lay dead on the elevator floor, bleeding out through the head. There was a massive about of blood up against the back of the elevator. Kyle looked up to see a man holding the gun out with two hands.

“You must be Mr. Forfar,” the man said.

“Yeah… who the fuck are you?” Kyle asked.

“Officer Mastersson. Your friend James tipped us off and gave us some documents clearing your name to the murder of officer Lance Aaronson,” David explained. Officers and corners started to pour into the building. There were also American SIUs and detectives.

“So it’s over?” Kyle asked.

“It’s over,” David replied. Kyle sighed in relief as he stared at Jason’s dead body. He embraced the overwhelming feeling of victory. The feeling was so amazing that Kyle was on the brink of crying. There was a rather large smile across his face as he took in the moment. The moment was abruptly stopped as Kyle felt a cold, metal ring around his wrist, followed by rather loud clicking sounds.

Kyle looked over at David in complete and utter confusion. “What are you doing?” Kyle asked, hoping that the cuffs on his wrist was just some sort of joke.

“You’re under arrest,” David replied.

“What are you talking about?” Kyle asked, “I thought you said my name was cleared.”

“It was… for the murder of Lance Aaronson, but that doesn’t explain why you assaulted a trooper,” Kyle gave detective Mastersson a look of complete disbelief, “So… you’re under arrest for assault and battery.”

David walked Kyle outside and through him into a squad car, “You’ll be facing 4 months, and you’ll be deported once the papers clear, in about 2 weeks,” David continued before closing the door.

(In the holding tank just outside of Sydney)

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A guard led Kyle into a holding cell with all the other ‘fresh prisoners’. He closed the steel door and locked it. Kyle could feel the fear running through his body as he was surrounded by criminals. He kept his eyes on the floor. He looked up once to see another criminal staring back at him, causing his eyes to fade back to the floor.

(In Kyle’s personal cell)

They were one man cells all lined up along a wall. Each cell had a bad and a toilet. The cells couldn’t have been anymore then 23 cubic feet. There was at least to guards for every 8 cells. Each door was opened as some of the prisoners had just returned. The prisoner in the cell next to Kyle’s on the left was praying. Kyle himself was doing pushups on the floor. He had no shirt, just the custom and mandatory orange pants. The prisoner on Kyle’s right was asleep.

(46 hours before the crash)

“C’mon,” a guard called to Kyle as he opened his cell, “Your deportation papers have cleared.” Kyle stood up and was led out by the guard to a line for Kyle to claim his clothes and possessions.

Kyle rolled head around his neck as he stared up at the ceiling. He made his way to the front of the line and signed a document before grabbing his clothes. The guard was still following close behind. Kyle was lead to a bathroom inside the prison. “You have two minutes to get dressed,” the guard told him as he waited outside the doors.

Kyle cam out of the bathroom with jeans on and a black t-shirt and a baseball cap. The guard grabbed his arm and walked him out of the prison. Kyle was nearly blinded by the sun light. He could feel the wind against his neck as looked around. “Hey kid!” Kyle looked to see David standing outside the prison. The guard lat go of Kyle and walked back inside.

“What the fuck do you want?” Kyle asked.

“We need your help.”