"Kinnerton, get the fuck outta here!"

Kinnerton was pulling off a bank job, with Eric, Dave, and Jonny. The four of them was about to get away with the money, when the cops came. Someone had definitely tipped the pig bastards off with their plan. It was as if they knew they were coming.

"I'll get out of here when you do. No one is getting pinched or killed today. But we ain't letting this money get away from us!"

The three associates laughed as they blasted their way through the cops. Just then, more pigs came around the corner, and Kinnerton's three associates were shot dead. He was by himself now, hidden behind a phone booth. Kinnerton wasn't sure if he was going to make it out of this fight alive. He knew that he had to, as he had to get back to the strip club in town Philly, to fuck that whore Rachael again. She was fantastic to use and abuse.

"Fuck this, I'm running for it."

Kinnerton got up and fired off four more rounds, then threw his gun on the ground and ran for it. Kinnerton ran for ten blocks, before he jumped into a trash bin in some alleyway behind a cafe. He was going to lie low for about an hour. The cops would think he hopped a train that was going to New York City. The pigs knew who Kinnerton was, and they knew that he always ran to Brooklyn, to meet with his cousins. 

Little did they know, that Kinnerton actually never did this. He rarely made his way to New York, unless he had to. It was his diversion. It always got him off the hook. But this time, he knew the cops wanted him... Dead or Alive.

Kinnerton stayed in the trash bin for what seemed all night. The smell was getting a little out of hand, so he decided to jump out, and take a cab home. As he got into the cab, he realised that the pigs would be staking out his home. So he got a cab down to Rufino's house. He didn't think he would be followed there. As they drove down to his destination, Kinnerton looked out of the back window. Apparently, someone was definitely following him.