J. Cross, Manager
Garcia puts the truck back into gear and begins to pull back into the street, when you see some bizarre flashes of light.
Blue, White, Red, White Blue, Red, Blue...
They were in the rear-view too.
Oh shit, you're being pulled over.
"Shit, this shit isn't registered..." states Garcia in a defeated voice.
"Forget that it isn't registered! We are carrying more guns than the army and we both have a shotgun and guns strapped to us, you freaking retarded Mexican!"
Garcia took your comment very lighly becasuee he knew you were upset. Garcia pulls the truck over and turns it off, then slumps his hands into his lap.
The officer gets out of his car, and walks up to the window of the car. HE looks into Garcia's driver's side window, looks at Garcia, looks at you, and then walks back to his car. In the rear-view you see he still has the door open and he's taling on his radio.
He must be calling for backup. You two had to get out of here. Garcia thought the same thing, immediately, he threw the key back into the ignition, slammed the truck into gear and peeled off very breifly til lthe truck was cruising at a cool 25 miles per hour. You looked behind you and the cop was now following you, this time with hsi lights and sirens. Fuck, you're evading arrest. Shit.
The pursuit is very slow and boring, it's almost as if you're drivingf normally and having a moving disco party following you. In a few minutes, threee more polcie cars show up and start following the one already on you. Ten minutes later, a large S.W.A.T. van can be seen in the right side view mirror. Shit, they definitly noticed all the guns.
Garcia is sweating. He can't get away because of all the weapons, and the police are trying to box him in, after three more minutes into the chase, they manage to blow out three of Garcia's tires and the truck comes to a halt.
Several cops get out of their cars and begin shouting at the two of you to get out of the vehicle with your hands up.
Garcia mumbles something about not going back to prison. He leaps from the car, while the whole time you're shoutign for him to stop. At once he pulls two guns from their holsters and begins firing madly into the field of police. He injures no one and takes several bullets in the chest and falls on the ground.
You step out of the vehicle, and put your hands up and lay on the ground. The police take you into custody. Garcia's body is laying on the ground, and it isn't moving.
Posession of an Illegal weapon
Driving an unregistered vehicle
No insurance
No permits for weapons
Stolen vehicle charges
Involuntary Manslaughter
The list goes on, and the District attorney is happy to put you away for a very long time.
Blue, White, Red, White Blue, Red, Blue...
They were in the rear-view too.
Oh shit, you're being pulled over.
"Shit, this shit isn't registered..." states Garcia in a defeated voice.
"Forget that it isn't registered! We are carrying more guns than the army and we both have a shotgun and guns strapped to us, you freaking retarded Mexican!"
Garcia took your comment very lighly becasuee he knew you were upset. Garcia pulls the truck over and turns it off, then slumps his hands into his lap.
The officer gets out of his car, and walks up to the window of the car. HE looks into Garcia's driver's side window, looks at Garcia, looks at you, and then walks back to his car. In the rear-view you see he still has the door open and he's taling on his radio.
He must be calling for backup. You two had to get out of here. Garcia thought the same thing, immediately, he threw the key back into the ignition, slammed the truck into gear and peeled off very breifly til lthe truck was cruising at a cool 25 miles per hour. You looked behind you and the cop was now following you, this time with hsi lights and sirens. Fuck, you're evading arrest. Shit.
The pursuit is very slow and boring, it's almost as if you're drivingf normally and having a moving disco party following you. In a few minutes, threee more polcie cars show up and start following the one already on you. Ten minutes later, a large S.W.A.T. van can be seen in the right side view mirror. Shit, they definitly noticed all the guns.
Garcia is sweating. He can't get away because of all the weapons, and the police are trying to box him in, after three more minutes into the chase, they manage to blow out three of Garcia's tires and the truck comes to a halt.
Several cops get out of their cars and begin shouting at the two of you to get out of the vehicle with your hands up.
Garcia mumbles something about not going back to prison. He leaps from the car, while the whole time you're shoutign for him to stop. At once he pulls two guns from their holsters and begins firing madly into the field of police. He injures no one and takes several bullets in the chest and falls on the ground.
You step out of the vehicle, and put your hands up and lay on the ground. The police take you into custody. Garcia's body is laying on the ground, and it isn't moving.
Posession of an Illegal weapon
Driving an unregistered vehicle
No insurance
No permits for weapons
Stolen vehicle charges
Involuntary Manslaughter
The list goes on, and the District attorney is happy to put you away for a very long time.
