The Great Escape

Marcus Manuel knew it was time to wrap up the party when the bullet nicked his earlobe and drew a bead of blood. Shit was going crazy. The unmarked black van actually busted through the garage door and four FBI agents jumped out of the still moving van, guns firing. Manuel, Machelli, and Alcazar ducked under the table and started running to the door, crouched, with bullets whizzing and whirring around them. Of course Manuel had came strapped with a 9 under his belt buckle, but putting it there that morning he knew that it would be virtually useless if there was a situation. Well this was a hell of a situation. Manuel didn't even have time to think about how the agents found out about this. Manuel looked back to see Alcazar trip on the steps leading up to his shop from the garage, and his head hit the floor hard. Manuel, true to his cowardice nature continued to run until he felt a large force pulling him back. "HE DIES YOU DIE." Machelli's voice roared into his ear. Manuel couldn't believe what he was proposing. They had to go back to get Alcazar? Now? But Manuel knew better than to test Machelli. Machelli and Manuel ran back and picked up the morbidly obese individual up and dipped to the door. It was a big loading deck and garage but the agents were gaining fast. The two men and the unconscious man they were carrying ran into the doorway and slammed it behind them. "START THE CAR." Machelli's voice still boomed even among the chaos. Manuel, scared shitless, sprinted to the Escalade and jumbled and fumbled at his keys. Finally, mercifully, Manuel found the key he was looking for, opened the car, and started it. He screeched over to the front of the store, and saw an image that would stay with him for the rest of his life. In fact, it would be the last thing he would see in his mind as the executioner strapped him to Maryland's electric chair and put the black bag over his head four years later. Machelli was miraculously holding up Alcazar in his arms and effortlessly, he jumped in, Alcazar and all. Police sirens were screaming everywhere, but the men had Mother Nature to thank. Hail was raining down, making it impossible for any sort of police helicopter to track them. It was turning dark, but Manuel didn't even bother to turn on the headlights. The car screeched off. They narrowly missed hitting some kid coming out of a Chinese restaurant, but Manuel could have cared less who they hit.

"Man I need a girl in my life. I don't know how much longer I can take this crazy shit."