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For the first time in a while, Nathan felt energized for sleeping on a comfortable bus seat. It's rare that he slept somewhere other than either a park bench or under a bridge. Originally, he was in Palm Springs before things became complicated with the local homeless population and the police. It didn't end in bloodshed, but Nathan knew that it was better to leave unnoticed. With a few dollars spent, he boarded a bus that was heading for the city of Santa Celia. He had never been to it before. Based on the brochure, it sounded like a better place than Los Angeles or Long Beach. 

Eventually, the bus stopped at the bus station and Nathan watched as people were getting out of the bus. He wanted to feel the softness of the seat one time before getting off. After a few seconds, he got up and walked off of the bus. For the station, he watched the bus leaving towards its next destination while it was raining. Immediately, Nathan pulled up his hood to cover his head and protect his alien friend, Ink. The both of them had been to a lot in the last year especially in Chicago. Now, it was time to rest for once. Ink's head appeared beside Nathan's head, looking around at it's surroundings. 

"We here?" Ink asked.

"Yeah, we are here. A chance to start anew, I hope." Nathan answered.

The two friends talked for a bit about random stuff while Nathan was looking for a comfortable place to rest. There wasn't anything to do during the night besides scouting out their new home. They had noticed a lot of fancy vehicles on the road, meaning that Santa Celia has its fair share of the rich. Nathan thought of going back to the robbery business if things got desperate. For now, they kept on walking for a while longer until they heard police sirens. Then, he heard gunshots. It got Ink's attention for sure as he peeked outsides of the hood before quickly going back in.

Suddenly, a lime green car sped down the road while being chased by three black vehicles. Four police cars were behind them in the hopes of stopping them. Nathan was caught off guard by the chase because he had never seen something like this before in person. Even known he has been at several cities, police chases weren't usually this crazy. Then, a person from one of the black vehicles fired his pistol at the tires of the green car. The guy managed to shoot one of the tires off of the green car, causing the driver to lose control. Then, he crashed into a light pole. 

It seemed that the driver was dead until he got out of the car. He exited out of his car and began running away from both the police and the three mysterious vehicles. Nathan watched as the man kicked open the back door of an apartment and entered inside. The residents of that apartment unit were now in danger as the three vehicles halted nearby the ruined green car. One by one, heavy armed men exited out of the vehicles and made their way towards the apartment. Meanwhile, some of the officers attempted to stop the armed men, but they were met with gunfire. One officer was immediately killed and three more were wounded. It gave them a reason to not pursue anymore, leaving the residents at risk of getting hurt or worse.

"Cowards." Ink said, referring to the officers.

"Thankfully, we aren't cowards." Nathan responded. "Let's go and make sure that nobody else dies."

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Once inside the apartment, Frankie Gomez shut the back door to the building and ran towards the front entrance. However, the police were setting up a barricade that surrounded the apartment. With no options left on the table, he started to climb up the stairs in the hopes of finding a good hiding spot. He heard the back door being kicked out of its hinges and knew that the Azteca Cartel were near. By the time that he got to the second floor, he heard someone ordering their people to check every single room in the building. The next thing that he knew was that the residents were fleeing to their rooms.

Unfortunately for Wyatt Brown, he was too slow and Gomez managed to enter the room. He was suckapunched before he could react to the stranger in his home. Gomez entered the small kitchen and grabbed a knife from the counter in the hopes of using it as a weapon. Then, he tried to look for his before realizing that it was still in the car and began to panic. 

"SHIT! What am I going to do now?!"

Then, he saw Brown struggling to get off of the floor and processed to grab the collar of his shirt. He held the knife against his neck and said, "Give your phone or you will be sorry!"

Brown reached for his pockets and handed him his cell phone. Gomez grabbed the phone and threw him against the half wall. All he had to do now was call somebody that gives a damn about him and ask for a lift. It was a long shot, but it was better than dying in some apartment. While he was dialing a number, he turned to see that the resident was trying to flee. But, he kicked him in the chest and grabbed him with one hand. Gomez looked at his eyes and said, "If you try to escape, you will die. If you yell for help, you will die. And if you open that door, [b]we[/b] will die. Got it?"

Brown nodded. "Good." Gomez said happily before throwing him into the bathroom. He placed the phone on the coffee table as it was calling someone. In the meantime, he looked for things to barricade the door.

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