chapter 1
THE ESCAPE
THE ESCAPE
Now as we know, Marty potter was locked up by the might and power of Bob Vila and was placed in a cell looking over the beach and ,with this being seacrest, an entire compound of criminal escape cars that were more fancy than you might think. Corvettes, Ferraris, BMW's. You name it. Any fast car you could think of, chances are it would be there. Marty had his escape plan set. He would wait till the the guard brought him breakfast then kick him in the stomach through the bars. If, and only if he succeeded he would go to the front reception and demand the keys to his personal favourite car he had picked out in the many months he had been locked inside. It had also been a favourite among the seacrest cops who had took turns sliding it around the compound during lunch breaks. It was a Lamborghini Aventador.
This was it. The guard was coming round the corner carrying the usual slop that was classed as food in prisons." Here's breakfast Marty." He said. Suddenly he was lying on the floor with his head against the wall.Out cold.
" Push over." Marty said to himself as he reached through the bars took the keys of his belt, unlocked the door, Took his gun and headed of down the right-hand corridor with a very confident feeling in his mind.
When he reached the reception area, it was easier than he had anticipated.
All he had done was point the fp9 handgun at the poor receptionist, demand she gave him the keys or she would be shot. When Marty got the keys he rushed out the door to the Lamborghini that had been used in numerous bank raids but eventually ended up here-Not if Marty had anything to do with it.
He was about to start the engine when he noticed another car between two battered BMW M3's. A white Pagani Zonda! Marty risked everything. He ran back into the reception of seacrest police station and popped his head round the door. " Actually, could I have the keys to that Zonda?" he asked. Suddenly, two guards came round the corner, guns in hand. "OK, doesn't matter then." he said."look here's my number." he whispered passing the receptionist some paper." remember, you know where I am." he said before running back out to the V12 Lamborghini monster waiting for him and with the blink of an eye, he was out the city and heading away from the east cost to San Francisco, ready for the bullet run...
This was it. The guard was coming round the corner carrying the usual slop that was classed as food in prisons." Here's breakfast Marty." He said. Suddenly he was lying on the floor with his head against the wall.Out cold.
" Push over." Marty said to himself as he reached through the bars took the keys of his belt, unlocked the door, Took his gun and headed of down the right-hand corridor with a very confident feeling in his mind.
When he reached the reception area, it was easier than he had anticipated.
All he had done was point the fp9 handgun at the poor receptionist, demand she gave him the keys or she would be shot. When Marty got the keys he rushed out the door to the Lamborghini that had been used in numerous bank raids but eventually ended up here-Not if Marty had anything to do with it.
He was about to start the engine when he noticed another car between two battered BMW M3's. A white Pagani Zonda! Marty risked everything. He ran back into the reception of seacrest police station and popped his head round the door. " Actually, could I have the keys to that Zonda?" he asked. Suddenly, two guards came round the corner, guns in hand. "OK, doesn't matter then." he said."look here's my number." he whispered passing the receptionist some paper." remember, you know where I am." he said before running back out to the V12 Lamborghini monster waiting for him and with the blink of an eye, he was out the city and heading away from the east cost to San Francisco, ready for the bullet run...
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