"You know I heard that they don't call me the hell hound for nothing and the champion of the streets." He looked into the backseat of the car, he threw on the clothes over his prison uniform. He got the black leather jacket on, just as more guards came out. Alex sighed, "do you guys ever learn not to mess with me?" He shot some of the guards, before getting on the ground and grabbing his makeshift grenade he threw it. Before he got into the backseat, "we need to get out of here now, hit the gas I'll see what I can do from here." He got more of the make shift grenades into his hand.