"I understand man, I have a date with lady morphine myself" *As Michael leaves the hospital, Kevin turns his wheelchair around and heads back to his room. Not long after Kevin gets in bed a doctor appears* "Give it to me straight doc, how long until I get these casts off, and can get out of here?" "Luckily for you, the leg is just fractured, so that shouldn't take long, the wrist will take longer, but the main thing we are worried about are the broken ribs. It will still be several days before we are confident enough to let you leave" "Thanks doc" *The doctor does some tests, before leaving Kevin alone once again*

*Kevin laughs at Michael's joke* "Would you believe it, I flipped another car. At least this time I upgraded to the FBI, rather than just the state police"

*Kevin wakes up several hours later in a hospital bed* "Fucking hell, I feel like I was hit by a truck" *Kevin goes to put his hand on his head when he notices that they are shackled to the bed, it is then that he decides to open his eyes. He sees a man in a suit sitting in a chair near the bed eating, after swallowing he says* "Close, it was a minivan that t-boned you. I am FBI agent Torres, and that was my car that you hit" *Kevin scans the room, seeing that it is a fairly standard room, and that is when he notices that he has a cast on his left leg. He turns to agent Torres, lifting his hands as far as they will go* "Are these really necessary, considering that" *Kevin points to the cast on his leg* "It is for our protection, a cast can do a fair bit of damage at speed" "Do you think that I am that dumb?" "You can never be sure these days, you did after all try to run from federal agents" "I was very successful at running from the feds, it is not my fault some moron hit me. Christ, it feels like there is no fucking pain meds in me" "That is because there aren't any, we wanted you clear headed to answer our questions" "That is some grade a bullshit, you just wanted me to be in pain. I will exercise my right to be silent until I get something" "Good try, but we know all about the substance abuse, in fact when we raided your apartment several days ago we found some cocaine, so even if no other charges stick, we have you busted for possession. I don't want to have to drag this out, I didn't even want to work your case, and I definitely do not want to go to court. So help me to help you, and answer some questions for us, we might even be able to get your friend Jonathan off of death row" "Give me some fucking morphine, and then we will talk" *Agent Torres steps outside, before coming back in with a nurse, who hooks a IV bag up. After a few minutes Kevin begins to feel the morphine taking effect, and he thinks back to prison where he learned to manage his pain enough to be able to pawn off his pain meds for favors. He remembers his old friend Michael, who he made a deal with for protection that quickly turned into a friendship despite the age difference* "So how about getting these cuff off, it's not like I am leaving in a hurry, not to mention the fact that there are probably armed agents waiting outside" "Why not, it isn't like you will be running off anywhere soon *Torres chuckled at his joke as he uncuffs Kevin* "So, what did you want to talk about" "It is simple, we know you have been approached about a bank heist of the central bank" "Sorry, I don't have a clue about that" "Fine, I guess we will just try again in a few days, give you some time to think about it" *Agent Torres leaves the room. Several days later, the same day as the riot, Torres comes back* "Even though our last meeting didn't go to well, I feel like you don't believe that I am the good guy here, so I am going to extend a olive branch. Your friend in jail, Jonathan, has passed away in a riot. It is believed that he started it" *After hearing this news, Kevin turns and shuts his eyes for a few moments, processing the information he was just given* "Look, if I help you, will you make any and all charges I currently have go away. I am assuming that you have a file on me" "If you help us, everything the agency has on you will go up in smoke" "I want it in writing" *Torres pulls a piece of paper out with a pen* "Thought you might say that" *Kevin reads the paper over, before signing it and handing it back* "It does not change the fact that I don't know about any heists, but what I can do is give you information that may be enough to topple one of the crime empires on this island" *Agent Torres thinks for a moment* "If you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make" *Torres heads outside for a few minutes, before coming back in, bringing a second agent* "He is merely here to oversee everything, so both of us will be held to our work. Now you mentioned toppling a crime empire" "Does the Fertuno family mean anything to you?" "Yes it does, please continue" "Where to start, around a year ago they came to my shop, and bought several stolen cars, I have all the information down at the garage. A few days ago they threatened a worker of mine, followed by me, with weapons, some of which I believe to be illegal, I have footage. On top of it all it was Joey Fertuno at the garage. Is that enough to satisfy the agreement?" "If it all checks out it will" "Then take me down to my shop and I will get the video, and the information for you. It would be the stupidest thing for me to try to run now" "Agreed, we will have to cuff you" "I would be offended if you didn't" *Kevin hold his hand out to be cuffed. After wrestling to get the cuff on around the cast on Kevin's wrist, Kevin is put in a wheel chair, they get in a car and head to the Underground Chop shop. After getting back in the wheelchair, Kevin leads the agents into the office, where after some searching, he finds the papers for the cars. He then grabs a flash drive, makes sure that it is empty, and he loads the video of when the men where in the garage, before playing it to show that it is the real thing to agent Torres* "So, good enough?" "It is good enough to gain us a search warrant, so yes" *Agent Torres pulls out another sheet of paper with a pen* "Sign this, and all your issues with the law up to this point will just disappear" *Kevin reads the contract carefully before signing it* "Why don't we get you back to the hospital, and get you into a comfier room, compliments of the FBI" *After headed back to the hospital, Kevin is being wheeled to his new room by the two agents when he spots his old friend Michael* "Hold up for a second, I think I can make it on my own, room 230 right" "That is correct, until we next meet" "I hope to hell we don't" *The two agents turn and leave the hospital, leaving just Kevin and Michael in the hall. Kevin wheels over to Michael who still hasn't seen him* "Holy shit gramps, it's been a while"

*Kevin says as Jonathan is leaving* "I can't promise anything, but I will try for this week" *Kevin gets up and heads out towards his truck, when one of the people in the cars speaks into a radio* "The target is on the move, do not let him get in the vehicle" *As Kevin unlocks and opens the door to his truck, the three cars come speeding up, blocking the front and back of the truck, with the third pulling up on the drivers side, making sure that Kevin can't run. Men in suits jump out of the cars and set up on the far side, pointing handguns at Kevin* "Freeze, FBI, put your keys on the ground now!" *Kevin looks around and notices that the car in front hasn't pulled up quite far enough, so he dives in the truck, slamming the door shut and starting the engine. As he floors the accelerator, clipping the front of the car attempting to block him in, causing the fender to sit against the front tire. As the two other cars go to chase, the driver of the damaged car jumping into one of the others. As Kevin is speeding down the highway, he pulls out his phone and calls Elexis* "Listen, I have the fucking feds chasing me right now, I need to get the fuck out of dodge for a bit. I need you to" *The call is cut off as Kevin's truck is t-boned by a minivan, causing his truck to roll across the opposing lane of traffic, eventually coming to a rest on its roof in a ditch. Kevin is knocked unconscious by the accident. The FBI agents who where chasing him pull up to the scene a few minutes later, and after confirming that Kevin is not moving, they call for a ambulance, telling the crowd that has grown to back off*

*Kevin puts the pill bottle down on the table and slides it over to Jonathan* "If you have to do this, I can make it a lot easier on you. One of the guards here shared a jail cell with me, and he still owes me for all the pain killers I gave to him. In that bottle is Oxycontin. In here, it is more valuable than cigarettes or money. If you can be patient, I can get the guard to take you into a room, with no camera's inside, only a desk and two chairs. In there he will be Adam, and in the desk a knife will be waiting for you. If can time it with the riot, no one will know what happened, and we can bust you out" *As Kevin is talking with Jonathan, three black cars park throughout the parking lot all with sight on Kevin's truck* "Just do me a favor and let me know if you change your mind about it at all"

"So you are willing to prove that these guys are right about you, that you are a murderer. We can get you out legally, I know you didn't kill her. Just think about it for a moment. If you still want to, I can make some arrangements that will make it easier, and you wont be caught doing it, but will you be able to live with yourself afterwards?"

"I do" *Kevin slides a piece of paper across the paper* "I know you probably want to get the bastard yourself, but you still have a chance at your trial if you don't. A lot of people owe me favors, and some have people inside of here. They will deal with the bastard, and if you want it, I can probably get you the footage"

*Kevin takes the last pill out of a bottle, sips some coffee, and swallows. He checks his watch* "7:30, I might as well get going now" *Kevin heads outside and gets in his truck. He heads down the highway towards the prison, stopping at a pharmacy. Kevin gets out and heads straight to the pharmacist desk* "Hi, I was hoping to get a re-fill of my prescription here" *Kevin places the empty pill bottle on the counter, as well as a worn out doctors note. The pharmacist take both of them and checks on the computer. After seeming to be satisfied, he turns back to Kevin, handing him the bottle and the note back* "It will be about ten minuets, your old bottle seems to be getting a bit beat up, so I will get you a new one as well" "Thank you" *After waiting for the ten minutes, Kevin pays for the pills, and heads back out to his truck. He sees that it is only 8:45 at this point, and that he still has lots of time, even though the prison is still a two hour drive doing the speed limit. As Kevin is driving along, he sees a welcome sight* "Fucking hell, I haven't seen a Timmies since I left home" *Kevin pulls off the highway, and heads into the Tim Hortons, gets a coffee, and sits back for 45 minutes as he finalizes his plan. Once he finishes off the coffee, Kevin gets back into his truck, pulls out both the new full pill bottle, and the old one, Kevin pours about 3/4's of the new bottle into the old one, storing the new one in the locked glove box of the truck. After driving for a few more hours, making some phone calls, and with some distractions along the way, Kevin pulls into the parking lot of the prison at 11:25. Sitting in the parking lot, Kevin goes through everything that he has on his person, making sure that there is nothing on him that would prevent him from going inside. He takes his handgun out of his waistband and places it inside of the glovebox. He stuffs the pill bottle along side of the note in his jeans, and heads inside. After making it inside, Kevin waits for noon, and once it came around, Jonathan is lead out by some guards to the table, where he is shackled to the table, allowing for some movement, but not enough to escape* "Fucking hell man, what happened to your eye? On second though I don't think I want to know. I had to call in a lot of favors today to make sure we could meet like this, and not through some bullet proof glass so do me a favor and don't fuck it up"

*Through out the night Kevin tosses and turns, his mind to busy to sleep. By 6am he has only had about a hours sleep. He decides to head up to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and try to make breakfast*

*Kevin turns back to Elexis* "Congratulations, you have gained some trust back. Jonathan got picked up by the feds. He is going to be fine, I will figure something out" *Kevin heads to bed, trying to think of a plan to get Jonathan out*

"What this is all about is trust, and the fact that you broke mine the second you tried to keep anything about this plan of yours from me. You went against the rules of Underground by moving ahead without letting me know. So either you tell me everything, or I will walk away, and make sure that Jonathan does as well. And if you lie to me about any part of it, I wasn't kidding when I said that I will burn you" *Kevin's phone begins to ring* "Take your time and think about it, if it is so important that I don't know everything that will happen, let me know, and I will just walk away" *Kevin turns and answers the phone* "Do you have a name for me yet Jack" "I do, only one person fits the profile you gave me, Adam Churchill" "Thank you" *Kevin hangs up his phone just as it begins to ring again* "I have a name for you, when are your visitation hours?"

"I know that you are not telling me everything, so I am about to give you the best piece of advice that I have ever received" *Kevin Finishes loading the last magazine, jams it in the Tavor, and loads the round* "Do not bullshit a bullshitter" *Kevin removes the magazine and clears the gun, before placing it back in it's case in a similar fashion to the shotgun* "Before you say anything I have a very good reason for wanting to know everything" *Kevin removes his t-shirt, and turns his back towards Elexis* "Do you see that scar on my right shoulder, that is what happens when you are shot by a 9mm hollow point bullet by a cop" *Kevin puts his shirt back on* "I don't know if you have ever been shot, or shot at, but I do not intend to have it happen again. After I was shot, I went to jail for close to two years, and you don't exactly get the greatest medical care when you are there. Which brings me to this" *Kevin pulls out a custom Colt 1911, all black with a gold inlay* "I had exactly one visitor for the entire time I was in prison. He was my best friend, and one of the only friends I had that wasn't a criminal like me. He came by almost every week, but he was diagnosed with cancer after about a year, it didn't stop him from coming and spending time with me, but as time went on, and he got weaker and weaker, he couldn't come and visit as often. But there was one thing that he told me that will always stick with me, he told me that even though I was locked up, I was more free then he ever was. He told me that because as he came closer to the end of his life, he realized that working for a large company was just as bad. He was a gun enthusiast, but because he was so young, he had only enough time to have bought one gun, and it was his prized possession. I still remember the last time I got to see him, he was so weak that he had to have nurses to help him, but he insisted that I would get a chance to say goodbye to him properly. His funeral was a week before I was eligible for parole. I was fortunate enough to get to go to the funeral, even if I had to wear shackles. After I was released on parole, I found out that he had left me his prized possession, this handgun" *Kevin pulls the slide back* "I have kept this gun in pristine order, if I ever fire it, it gets cleaned immediately. This gun saved my life, or rather didn't take it. I was out of jail for about a month, and I was fucked up on just about any drug I could get my hands on. I used my shoulder, or the loss of my friend as justification, but looking back on it all now, I was lying to myself as much I was to everyone else. One night, I was fucked up on Xanax, and I drank most of a 2-6 of vodka, and I decide I had enough of it all. I took this gun, loaded, cocked it, and I put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, so I cycled the next round in and tried again, nothing. I did that until all seven rounds where on the floor. I don't remember much after that, but the next day I went out to the shooting range, and fired off all seven of those rounds in a row." *Kevin stares at Elexis with a fire raging in his eyes* "So, I now you know exactly why I need you to not hold back anymore information. That and if I find out you did, I walk, and I make sure that Jon walks away as well. I will also burn you, you will never pull another job on this island"

*As Kevin is loading the second to last magazine, he sees Elexis walking over to the balcony. He realizes the Elexis' fit the profile that he had given nearly perfectly, high enough in the organization to know things, but not so high that her absence would be cause for alarm. He calls out to her* "Hey, Elexis, can I have a word with you"

*After hanging up his phone, Kevin finishes reassembling the shotgun, he then loads several shells and cycles them though. Satisfied with the action, he puts it back in the case, leaving the lid open. Kevin pulls the second case towards him, unlocks it, and pulls out a tan IWI Tavor. He dials a number on his phone, and puts on speaker phone, and places it on the table. A few rings are played through the speaker before a gruff voice answers* "Hello" "Just listen, we have a rat, and I need a name. Someone who is high enough to know things, but not so high we would notice if they disappeared for a while. You have 22 hours to get me something" *Kevin says as he begins stripping the rifle, he then hangs up the phone, continuing to mutter under his breath, trying to think of what might be going on. After he is satisfied with the cleaning, he reassmbles the rifle, and begins to load one of the three magazines with the ammo that he had for it in the bag*

*Kevin stands up and heads to his truck. Once there he unlocks it and opens one of the rear doors, reaches in, and grabs out two large rectangular locked boxes, as well as the bag he had put back there earlier. Once he is back inside, he puts everything on a large table, unlocks one of the cases, and pulls out a Mossberg 500 shotgun. Kevin places it on the table and pulls out three boxes of ammunition for it. He then picks up the shotgun and begins to field strip it so that he can clean it. As he cleans the gun he mutters under his breath* "250k, that's about a month of races, with one almost every night. I'm not being told something, hell, I wouldn't tell anyone everything*

*Kevin begins to look extremely angry* "Your telling me that you took a job this big without consulting me. If I am honest here, this is nothing less of fucking suicide attempt by the people going into that bank, there have been at least five attempts at taking the central bank, and in all but one case the people who went inside where gunned down as soon as they walked out. Before I would even come close to accepting a job like this, I need to meet the person behind all of this, not to mention you want to use my head mechanic as a distraction driver, the same mechanic that I am actually very confused as to why he was let out considering he is still wanted for murder in the UK." *Kevin begins to pace around the pool*

*Kevin sits up and takes off his sunglasses* "A heist? Nobody has said anything about a heist to me" *Kevin looks at Elexis* "If you have something to tell me, now is the time"

*Kevin takes off his jacket and tosses it onto a poolside chair before lying on it, pulling his hat down over his eyes, and his hands behind his head*

"Thanks man" *Kevin turns and walks out as Rosso moves towards his walk-in closet, and heads out to his truck, whistling as he spins his key ring around his finger. He hops into the truck and sets off, following the directions he was given* "How the hell do they get away with jacking the prices like this?" *Kevin pulls up to the pumps, and gets out. He heads inside and pre-pays for 150 dollars worth of gas, and buys several jerry cans. After everything is payed for, Kevin heads back out and starts to fill his truck first, followed by the jerry cans. As he is filling up the truck, Kevin notices just how dirty his truck has gotten from the activities that day, and he chuckles. After he fills everything up, he secures the jerry cans in the bed of the truck and takes a look around to see what else there is around here. Kevin notices a gun store and decides to head inside. After spending a few minutes inside, he walks out with a single bag, which he takes inside the cab of his truck, and puts it on the backseat. After parking his truck back in the drive of the beach house, Kevin gets out and heads down to the poolside bar with Elexis and Jonathan*

*Kevin knocks on the bedroom door before poking his head through* "Sorry about bothering you, but I really need to go get some fuel, is there a gas station near by"

"I would also like to say sorry about what I just did to your lawn, it would appear that my tires dug it up a bit"

*Kevin waves back to Rosso* "I'm going to be honest with you, I was just going to ask for directions to a gas station. After I heard that Jonathan was picked up by the cops I decided to get going while the going was good if you know what I mean"

"So I have several questions now, first off, what are the odds, I was just trying to find out where a gas station was" *Kevin says as he grabs Jonathan's hand, and pulls him into a bro hug* "Second of all, is that a glock in your pants, or are you just really happy to see me"

*Kevin jumps down and gets back into his truck and turns it over, the exhaust system letting out a mighty roar. As Kevin sits waiting for the heater to start working, a thought enters his mind* "I see no reason why I shouldn't, I mean who knows how many law enforcement agencies are already out to get me" *Kevin slams his foot down on the accelerator, the roar of the engine getting louder as he picks up more and more speed driving on the beach* "Fucking hell, I need to set up a race on here, this is awesome" *Kevin notices a bend coming up so he begins to slow, and another thought enters his mind as he gets to turn, and he tosses his truck into a four wheel drift, kicking sand up all around him. Kevin sees a large house coming closer, and he notices that it has a gravel driveway, complete with a water feature. It is then that Kevin realizes that the gas gauge in his truck is starting to dip south of the 1/4 tank line, and that he doesn't know where the closest gas station is, so he parks his truck in the drive and walks up to the door and rings the doorbell*

*As Kevin drives down the highway, away from the city, he sees a clear section of beach near some houses, he decides to take the next turn off. As he drives through to empty parking lot and down onto the beach. He parks his truck on the beach and gets out, walking the side until he got to the back tire, and he jumps into the bed and sits on the top of the cab, his feet still in the bed of the truck and looks out over the stormy ocean, and he stays there for what feels like hours when he hears the sound of a SUV pull up to a small beach house near where he is sitting*