The Fleeca Job

Episode 3: Fall to Rise Again (Part:1)

Adam sat in traffic shorty after his meeting with Jackson Downes, nothing but the classic tunes playing on Los Santo Rock Radio to accompany him. As the world became drowned out by the radio he felt a buzz from his phone, he was receiving a call; looking down revealed who he was receiving it from. "Hello." Adam stated. "Hey Adam, it's Leroy. We need to talk." "Is that right? Well as far as I'm aware we're already talking."

The traffic slightly inched along. "This is a serious matter Adam, one that if we don't resolve we're in hot water." Adam sighed. "Alright, where do you wanna meet at? Your place?" "That works, drop by around 7." "Alright, see you there." Adam hung up the phone and laid back into his seat. "Come on already this is ridiculous." Adam said to himself as the traffic continued to remain stationary.

7 PM

Leroy stood peering out his window, a glass of whiskey in hand, taking in the whole city from such a great view. His gazing was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Putting down the half-drank glass, he opened the door; it was Adam. "Right on time." Leroy said as he motioned Adam inside. The two began to walk towards the window, until Leroy stopped to pick up the glass. "Care for a drink?" "No thanks."

The two took a seat across from each other on the couch. "So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Leroy took a drink from his whiskey. "It's your friends at the FIB." Adam's face went from a neutral expression to one of distress. "The FIB!?" "Yup." "What exactly is the problem!?" "Well the FIB has begun to close in on me. These past years I've been dealing with the DEA but recently the FIB has been on my back, at the worst possible time too." Adam combed his hand through his hair.

"It's not as bad as it sounds." Adam's head shot up. "Not as bad!? How is this not as bad!?" Leroy stood up "I know for a fact what the FIB has on me right now are 7 witnesses, these witness know my full identity, face, etc; however, they're not going to be questioned until tomorrow." Adam's head sank back down. "At 11AM tomorrow the witnesses will be interrogated." "Where are these witness located?" Leroy took another sip of whiskey. "Bolingbroke Penitentiary." Adam stood up as well. "Son of a bitch."

Leroy's expression was one of shock. "Adam we have to. We've got no other choice." Adam walked over and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Leroy I don't know what kind of man you think I am but I'm no miracle worker." He took a sip from the glass. "How the hell do you expect me to wack 7 different guys in a goddamn prison!? It's impossible." Leroy turned to face Adam. "It's definitely possible, and I know you're the only man who can do it."