Bohankeeton this ones for you. for those of you who havent read the first part of this story i posted it for the story contest a few weeks ago and decided to continue it so go back and find it under the title "zalas0-story contest entry" or something alog those lines....

     The handcuffs were uncomfortable and he was all but clueless as to what had happened after he looked in the bag. But he did have a good idea as to why he might be chained to a hospitol bed. He had quite obviosly blacked out and robbed a bank and been shot in the process which explained the searing pain in his left leg. As a nurse walked in he called out to her. "Hey you, wheres the officer?""I'm sorry I'm not supposed to talk to you," was her only response, but she walked out and a few seconds later, in came a police officer. "Ready to talk asshole?"growled the officer. "Not really, but my memory seems to have blown a fuse so if you wouldnt mind telling me why I'm chained to a hospitol bed and why my leg hurts so bad it would be nice."

     So the cop roughly outlined what had happened at the bank with a few skeptical looks at him, and then got up and said,"Im gonna go get a drink of water don't try anything 'cause I'm just outside and I'll shoot you dead." "Shut up and go, pig."

     He took his alone time to reflect on what the cop had told him. Nine dead, five customers, two tellers, the bank manager and a cop. At least his aim was good, although his aim was hardly as important as getting the hell out of this hospitol before the five-o came to pick him up and bring him down to the station. He had been in tighter spots then this and come out on top, but not with a bum leg and definatley not in a place a public as a hospitol. He looked around and saw what he was looking for, a needle, although not were he thought he would see it. The small pointy sonofabitch was two and a half inches deep in his left arm and he hadnt even noticed it.

    He pulled the needle form his arm and was just about to jig the cuffs when the officer walked back in. "....Shit....umm....Hi?""Put the needle down punk." "My name isnt punk, pig." "Shut up and drop the damn needle." He dropped the needle, He had a new plan. As the "pig" walked over to pick it up he swung his left leg over his right and connected square with the officers right temple, he hadn't noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes and it hurt like a hammer. but the officer went down all the same. he made short work of retreiving the keys and freeing himself, The he dragged the limp body of officer "Ponwell" behind a curtain and stripped him down. he took his uniform, walkie talkie, and gun then cuffed him to the bed and left him there.

   It was an easy stroll out of the hospitol and even easier to locate the officers cruiser. he hopped in and drove as fast as possible out of the city stopping only once to empty all of mr. Pomwells bank accounts and credit cards and to buy a bottle of "fresh" lemonade.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it... I'm aware that my punctuation sucks balls and my grammar is less then satisfactory but its legible and understandable so dont bother with the comments on those feilds. part 3 will come around whenever i feel like writing it :D