Marty

Union Station

So I was found by these men who worked at the hotel. Not the best people to be found by. I guess they thought I was still alive or something. Anyway, they brought me to a hospital, but that's the last thing I wanted. I wanted to be found, don't get me wrong, but they made a horrible mistake by bringing me to a hospital.

Ya see, when someone is shot and they're taken to a hospital, the first thing the hospital does is call the police. So being handcuffed to a hospital bed is a bit of a rude awakening. The doctor examined my scars:

"So kid, who were you shot by?"
"It wa-"
I was interrupted by a nurse who came in and said to the doctor "Doctor, I need help on this patient down the hall. Can you help me?"
"Of course nurse."

He looked over at me as he was getting up and left the room. I had to get outta here. I can't go to jail. I gotta escape this place. I tried looking around for the key the handcuffs.

Nowhere. Perfect. A man in a trench coat and hat walked in my room. I couldn't see his face as he kept his head tilted down so his hat was covering his face. He said nothing to me as he tossed me a heavy envelope and handed me a bobby pin.

"Hey, what's this?"
"Union Station. Be there in 2 hours. Don't let anyone see you leave this place. Open this at the station and get to the F Train."

I had been so confused. He left the room and I looked down at the bobby pin he handed me. It's obvious what this was for. I took the bobby pin and picked the lock to the cuffs and looked for my clothes on the floor, but I couldn't find them. Greaaaat.

I had to hurry. That doctor or that nurse could come in anytime now. Wait! That's it! The only person who won't suspect a thing in a hospital is a doctor!

Looks like I gotta work in disguise. I grabbed a lab coat and black pants and peeked my head out in he hallway. I saw a doctor walk past and wave at me and I waved back. I didn't see any sign of the guy with the trench coat. I walked down the hall and kept my head down.

I then went down to the lobby and went over to a parked car just across the street. I made sure no one was looking and busted out the window and got in. There was a spare change of clothes in the backseat. Looked like a brown leather jacket, a white shirt, and a pair of jeans. I then hot-wired the car and started driving to the station with the envelope in my other pocket.

As I was driving, I couldn't help but realize how real this whole life of crime thing really felt. I mean, I've killed people, been shot at, and almost died. To me, it felt like the old gangster movies I use to watch before all this happened at my dad's cinema. I guess it's all a big movie until you realize you've been shot at. I guess that's how life of crime and just life in general goes.

I was just 18 when this all was happening. Just a kid. Looking back at it now, I say that life shouldn't be treated as if its a movie. Movies may not be real, but life is as real as it gets. After driving for a bit, I find myself at Union Station.

I parked the car I stole and took out the envelope and saw it was a written letter. It read:

Dear Mr. Santorelli, you've been summoned by Alfonso Fratelli. You may not have heard this name before, but its best you haven't. I understand that you're based in Empire Bay, so I will make this convenient for you. Get on the F Train at Union Station downtown. The train leaves at noon. You'll be heading to Devlin. A city where you'll find our base of operations. You'll have further instructions awaiting you at Eisenhower Station from a woman in a dark dress and bonnet.

Yours truly, 
Stella Cox.

Alfonso Fratelli? Who the hell was that? I dressed in my leather jacket, white shirt, jeans, and boots and made myself to the train. No luggage and nowhere else to go. Clemente's men could be in search of me, so it's best I do leave Empire Bay.

As soon as I was on the train, I couldn't believe what I was doing. Riding on a train to a city I've never heard of after cheating death. I sure was gonna miss everyone I was leaving behind. Even if they found me annoying.