text: Aaron Wise UNTRACE-ABLE: Chapter 1 
   
   
     
     
   UNTRACE-ABLE 
   
                       Chapter 1 
         It was a starry night in a city called New York. Officer Randy Bright, an officer who had served 15 years, was in his car patrolling 
  the streets. His job was to rid the streets of criminals. As he passed the New York City Bank he noticed a mysterious blue truck parked a few feet away from the bank. Officer Randy stopped the car to investigate but before he could do anything a stone flew from the truck into Officer Randy’s windshield. 
       In the truck was Donny White and four other men. After throwing the stone Donny noticed police cars in the distance. Hurrying to escape Donny threw his foot down on the pedal. As he pulls away from the Bank, six men run out and jump into the back of the truck. 
      “Got the money, dog?” Crash, one of the four men in the truck asked. 
      “Yeah foo, we got a big baby here, about 6.5 million in cash!” cried Terry  Wilkins, one of the six men who jumped in the back of the truck. 
      “Sweet” Richard Johnson said. 
      “Let’s go get Frank!” Joe Kingston shouted as the sound of the police sirens enveloped the sound of the other men talking. 
      Six miles to the south was Frank McKillan, in one of the many jail cells of the New York City Jail. Stretching his hand out of the cell’s window he grabbed a rope. Attached to the rope was a bag with a silenced pistol, a knife, a hacksaw, and some 
  dark clothing for moving through the night. Putting on the dark clothes, he dives under his bed and yells at the top of his lungs. While doing that he points his pistol at the door. 
     “What the heck is going on!?!?!?” cries a guard as he starts unlocking the door of the cell. Seeing the gun in Frank’s hand he quickly tries to reach for his own but is too late. Frank fires and the guard falls heavily. Grabbing the keys, 
  Frank unlocks some cells for a distraction while he escapes. Grabbing a hacksaw Frank saws through through the bars of a window. Tying some rope to a post, Frank jumps out of the window holding the rope’s other end and slides into the shadows. 
  Seeing guards, Frank runs to a wall and due to his dark clothes they don’t see him. As he finds a huge crack about three feet wide and five feet high, two hands come out and grab Frank. As a beam of light shines on Frank’s face, he recognizes two of his gang-mates holding flashlights.  
     “Get that light off my face!” Frank cried. 
     “Dang it, sorry man. I had to know it was you!” Jerry Homer, one of the two men replied. 
     “Where’s Donny?” 
     “He’s coming, don’t worry,” Jerry said. 
     “I got the bomb ready to blow as soon as I press this button,” Eddie Hope, the other guy said as he gestured to a small box with a red button on it.Fine but just blow it at the right moment. Okay?” 
     “Sure” Eddie replied. 
  As they waited for Donny, Jerry went to the main gain to plant some bombs. A few minutes later Donny came in his truck followed by half a dozen police cars. When the truck passed the main gate, the door of the truck opened and Richard 
  Johnson and Crash popped out and started shooting at the police cars. While Crash and Richard were shooting, Joe and another guy started pulling in Frank, Jerry, and Eddie. Seeing the police cars coming, Eddie pressed the button. After the button 
  was pressed the front gate and a portion of the wall blew up, making them fall on top of the police cars. Seeing the front gate and a portion of wall gone the 
  prisoners start pouring out but are stopped by the police while Donny, Frank, Jerry and the others flee in their truck while the police’s attention is on the 
  prisoners. 
     “Okay guys, the first part of my plan went pretty well. We robbed the bank and also destroyed half a dozen police cars in the process!” Donny said smiling. 
     In the gang’s headquarters Donny splits up the money, taking 1.5 million for himself. 
     “How come you get 1.5 mill man?” Martin Nelson, the gang’s Mexican drug supplier and dealer asked. 
     “It’s because he’s the brains of the operation,” Lucky, the gang’s bouncer replied. 
     “Yeah, that’s why. Anyways who are you to have that kind of money? Don’t you get enough money selling your weed and other stuff?” Donny said facing 
  Martin.  Martin immediately shut his mouth and walked away smoking a cigarette. Seeing Martin leaving, the others decided to go as well. 
     “Whoa hold on guys! Before you go remember to meet back here on Tuesday you hear?” Donny said, shouting as most of his men left to spend their money. All of them left except Joe, Lucky, Frank, and Machete (one of the robbers who was with Donny when they stole the money from the New York City Bank). 
    “Tell me man, how do you know that the police aren’t on our trail?” Machete asked Donny. 
  “I don’t. Although I don’t think they’re really able to send somebody to look for us. After we destroyed most of the cars that were available for them to use,” Donny replied. 
  “I’m gonna go now. I’ll come back in a few hours guys,” Joe said as he got up heading for the door. 
    “Bring me a beer, Okay?” Frank said. 
    “Sure,” Joe said, already going out the door. 
  Machete looked at his gang-mates and then went to the gang’s basement where all the weapons were kept. 
    “Machete!” Donny shouted. 
    “What?!?!?!?” Machete said shouting back. 
    “I just remembered, we need to tell the other members of the gang to meet us on Tuesday. Go to the other side of town in your car and notify them. Oh yeah, take Frank with you.” 
    “I got plans man!” 
    “You have to do this. Also remember to watch out for those other gangs on the way. Maybe you would enjoy fighting them,” Donny said, trying to get Machete interested. 
    “Okay, fine” Machete said with a hint of interest while loading a Mac-10. Frank then went down to grab an MP5. After grabbing the MP5 he shoved it into his 
  coat and grabbed a fully loaded 500 magnum revolver. 
    “I’m ready, how about you?” Frank said, holding the revolver. 
    “One second,” Machete replied while grabbing an M4A1 and some ammo. Holding the Mac-10 in one hand and an M4A1 in the other, Machete walked to his car, a Ford Mustang with a custom black and gray paint job. Machete stashed the M4A1 in the back and then sat in the driver’s seat beside Frank. 
    “Ready?” Machete said. 
    “Yeah,” Frank replied as they sped across town. 
  20 minutes later Machete had just run a red light, and was running more.“Are you crazy man!?!?!? Do you want us to get caught!?!?” Frank said shouting over the  noise of the engine. 
    “Oh who cares? Let me have some fun,” Machete replied smiling. 
    “Let me drive -- you’re too reckless!” 
    “Nah, hey wait a minute look at that,” said Machete pointing to a group of cars with some guys smoking and drinking. 
    “Black Snake Gang,” Frank said to himself in awe. 
    “I thought they were dead!” 
  One of the guys, sitting on the hood of a car, 
  looked up at Machete’s car. 
    “Well well, look what we have here,” the guy said, a Caucasian about 35 years old. The other people with the guy started to look at Machete’s car. 
    “Python!” Machete said to himself, as he and Frank got out of his car.  
    “Well if it isn’t Frank and Machete,” Python said. The other people started laughing. 
    “Python, the leader of the most wanted gang in New York and the reason for me getting caught and put in jail!” Frank said in anger. 
    “But you and your gang were gone for 5 years! Everyone thought you were dead!” Machete said to Python. 
    “Well we ain’t dead as you can see, and we’re here to show New York why we were called New York’s most wanted gang!” replied Python smiling “Oh and guess what? We will first show New York who’s boss by killing you two!” 
    “Darn,” said Machete as he clutched his Mac-10 behind his back. Machete looked at Frank and nodded as Python pulled out a pistol. The rest of his gang did the same, pulling out various weapons. 
    “Fire!” Frank shouted as he pulled his MP5 and shot down two people while Machete shot three. Seeing Frank and Machete armed, Python jumped behind his car and started firing. 
    “Get in the car!” Machete shouted as he provided cover fire for Frank, but got shot in his left arm. Frank jumped in the car and grabbed the M4A1 shooting a Black Snake member’s car causing it to blow up. 
   
   
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  NOTE: Chapter 2-4 should be finished within this month and shall be posted on BookRix ASAP. All rights reserved. Publication Date: September 4th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-slyarrow