Fan Fiction: Crossovers
And So I Made the Choice

  "How would we go about fabricating this evidence?" I asked Marsland.

  "Well, it will be difficult, the Leyland always use a verifier code at the start of each message from one family member to another. The codes change every 2 days and nobody knows the key. The Leyland's burn the messages once used, so no one has anything to work with. But word on the street is that the Defalk family had an insider who cracked the code. So to make it authentic, we will have to use an accurate code."

  "But… If we have nothing to go on, how can we crack it?"

  "We can't," he told me. "But there is someone who can. His name is Ben Leyland. A member of the Leyland crime family, he is currently being held in New Jersey Maximum Security Penitentiary… awaiting his execution."

  I wasn't sure what to say at that point. But in that moment of indecision, words started to appear in my head. A long list of names. Names of people who had already died. So I got to work trying to figure out how I could do it. It took me 2 days to realise that no amount of money, no agent in any position could do it. Cliff's only reaction to this, was to say: "Then you will have to spring him."

  Again, I had the opportunity to end it, but the list of names, kept getting longer. So I made the choice.

  The next night, I was at the prison. Cloaked in the darkness, searching the hallways for a particular cell. I found it in about an hour, and with every step I told myself to go home, but even as I was saying it, I was looking into the next cell. And then I found him. Ben Leyland. I made myself visible to him. He was surprised, but not afraid.

  "Ben," I whispered to him. "Get up. I am getting you out of here."

  Those words brought him to life. He leapt up. The lock on his door was a pick proof, so the only way to get him out was to shoot the lock off. The alarm was raised instantly; I cloaked myself so that only he was visible. Guards appeared immediately from every direction. Ben snatched at where my hand was, and managed to find a grip on my gun. Pulling it away from me, he aimed squarely at the guards and pulled the trigger with an insane grin.

  I managed to pull his arm away at the last moment. The shot was wide, but it served to make the guards scatter for cover.

  "Zero body count." I told him. He seemed willing to play it my way for the moment. He took cover in his cell, and I went after the guards, a few moments later, Ben rushed down the hallway toward the door, past five unconscious guards.