章節 1: All Day
My story has a rather unusual start. I would like to open my story with a bit of 'bang'.
Unlike most accounts, which starts with a simple villager or town watchman, mine starts with a rowdy individual named Desmond Crocker…
An unlikely beginning:
Randgriz, 1930.
The Judge stares down the accused, who was standing in the middle of the room.
Striking his gavel on the table, the judge hands down the accused man's fate.
"Desmond Crocker. You have been accused of ten counts of armed robbery, three counts of assault, and two counts of murder. How do you plea?"
"Not guilty" the young man defiantly said
"Has the jury reached a verdict?"
"We have your honor" the representative jury said as she stands up "We, the jury, find the defendant, Desmond Crocker, guilty of all charges"
I think 'rowdy' is an understatement when describing this young man. Desmond Crocker, at the time, was a 20 year old career bank robber. For 6 years, his gang, known as Moonglow, terrorized Gallia, mostly Randgriz, through a series of bank & jewelry store robberies.
In the winter of 1929, Desmond led his gang to rob the Randgriz National Bank.
Unfortunately, the heist ended in failure as the quick response of the police prompted Desmond and his gang to leave behind most of the loot.
In the ensuing chaos, his gang had murdered two people, a Darcsen couple.
Desmond was captured at the end of the day as the other gang members escape…
He was quickly put to trial just days later and he was found guilty on all charges in January 4th, 1930.
"Now" the judge said "Desmond Crocker, due to the gravity of your crimes, you are hereby sentenced to life in prison"
At the tender age of 20, the young gang leader would spend the next 5 years in Gallia's Maximum Security Prison located south of the Capital.
The Fires of War:
When the empire invaded in March of 1935, the government wasted no time in issuing notices of conscription to the populace, I was one of the volunteers who joined the militia but this chapter is not about me yet.
Rather, this is still about Desmond. At the time, the Imperial advance left the Gallian army in shambles, forcing them to intensify the recruitment of volunteers for the militia.
In conjunction with this, a certain squad of the militia was created with the purpose of increasing the manpower of the militia as well as acting as Gallia's black ops unit.
It was a penal squad composed of Gallia's hardened criminals, with varying rap sheets from murder to espionage to even treason. Most of the members of the squad had done at least one major crime against the Gallian government.
Desmond was supposed to be forced to join the squad and participate in the war but something happened along the way…
The road between Randgriz and prison was long, with most of it being near open terrain.
Like many others, the police underestimated the crafty individual that is Desmond Crocker…
It was about 5:30 in the morning when the police loaded Desmond into an APC, escorted by two police cars. He was supposed to be transported to the Militia HQ in the outskirts of the city.
"So you're that gang leader huh…" one of the guards said as he looked at the prisoner, who was still handcuffed "You know, I had a brother who got shot while responding to one of your heists a few years back"
"What's it to ya?" the prisoner said with uncaring eyes
"You two-faced piece of shit! My fucking brother was crippled from the hip down cuz of you!"
"So what? It's a harsh world out there. People get hurt, die, and all that shit. What's one cop getting shot, right?"
"You mother-"
"Enough" the other guard intervened "He's not worth your time"
"Tell me" Desmond said "Where's your brother now?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Come on. You already got this far. Might as well put more guilt on me"
"Self-indulgent piece of crap… Fine. He's still in Randgriz. Doing another job"
Desmond nods to himself as he smiles confidently "That's good…"
The prisoner then ducks down and puts his hands over his head.
"What the hell are you doing?"
As the guard was reaching for Desmond, a car crashes into the lead vehicle, causing the convoy to stop.
"What the hell?!" the guard said as Desmond smiles saying "Party time"
The prisoner then rams his head onto the guard's stomach, causing him to hit the APC's wall.
"Why you…!" the other guard said as he attempts to pick up his pistol
But Desmond kicks the gun off of his hand and quickly kicks the man's face several times, knocking him out.
The other guard grabs Desmond's shoulder but the prisoner raised his head and smiles before he headbutts the guard, disorienting him.
Before the guard could get up, Desmond swings his arms and hits the man's face, knocking him out.
Desmond then sat there and listened to the sound of gunfire from the outside.
Within a few minutes, the APC doors open and the prisoner was greeted by some old friends.
"Hi boss" one of them said
"About fucking time…" the prisoner said as he walks out of the APC "So how many kills?"
"We have about 2 guards dead sir. We had no choice"
"Oh well… What's two anyway, right? Let's get outta here"
"Yes sir!"
It didn't take long for the other guards to regain consciousness and call for backup. By the end of the day, 2 guards were shot dead while the rest were injured.
Despite the setback, the police decided against conducting a manhunt as most of the resources were being used for the war effort.
This allowed Desmond to go into hiding as the war raged around Gallia.
While in hiding, the escaped convict plotted to revive his old gang.
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