Jailbreak

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Following after the takedown of the Saints, Troy was promoted to Chief of Police. Some of the members of the Saints were buried. A company known as Ultor came in and change everything. Some of the people were now safe from the gang war that had transpired. Troy was sitting in his office looking over the paperwork. He stopped for a moment until he got a phone called for a moment.

"Hello." Troy said.

"Hello, Chief Bradshaw. This is the head doctor at the Stillwater's prison. We have confirmed that the patience has been out of critical state. He had been placed into a coma state."

"Tell me, how long is his coma?" Troy asked.

"Who can say? Coma take about a week, a month, or maybe a year. We can never tell, but we have to monitor the brain activity."

Troy stroked his chin for a moment as a idea popped his head. He knew that this will have the people going after him for this.

"Who all knows?" Troy asked.

"Just you and me, sir."

"Good, keep an eye on him and keep me posted on anything had change." Troy said.

"But sir? We can't do that? The people here can't be focusing on one inmate. The warden would not stand for this."

Troy slammed his fist on his desk.

"I don't care what the warden. I am the chief of the police. What I say goes." Troy said.

He hung up the phone before he lit his cigarette and release the smoke. He was looking at the photo of him, Lin, Dex, Johnny and Malcolm standing outside of the church. Lin was giving the camera the middle finger, Johnny was holding a shotgun, Dex just had his arm resting on Troy's shoulder, Troy had a cigarette in his mouth, and Malcolm was just standing next to Lin.

=== Five years later, Stillwater Prison ===

There was blonde short hair guard sitting at his desk flipping through the channel after channel. He just let out sigh because he was bored out of his mind for a moment. Then the guard turned the TV there another guard named Barney as he was looking at his co-worker.

"Hey Fred, you'll never guess who's awake." Barney said.

Fred dropped the remote and got his feet off the table for a moment as he was looking at Barney.

"You're shitting me." Fred said.

"Come see for yourself." Barney told him.

Fred got up from his chair as he was following his co-worker to the infirmary. Fred glide his nightstick against the bars as Barney punch in the code to open the doors.

"How long has it been?" Fred asked.

"Years...I stopped keeping track a while ago.' Barney said.

"I can't believe it's been that long..." Fred said.

"Time flies when you're watching someone breathe through a tube." Barney said.

They both were walking down stairs of the prison as Fred was looking at Barney.

"How's the family." Fred asked.

Barney just frown at the question.

"My wife's cheating on me with an Ultor exec, and uh, my daughter sits in her room listening to Aisha albums all day." Barney said.

Fred sighed.

"For a dead woman, she sure releases a lot of records..." Fred said.

"No shit." Barney mention.

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