The Grayz were the first gang involved in the Darkweather project, and also the most notorious. They were most famous for their distinctive appearance, always wearing white lab coats and scary Halloween masks, mostly Killer Clown-type masks. They have never been caught, but are wanted for dozens of murders, beatings, assaults, the list goes on. Jamie remembered them in grade school, and remembered all the lock-downs he had because of their antics. He hated them, and had dreamt of putting a stop to them. This was his chance to make his dream a reality. He picked up part of a broken broomstick. He jabbed the sharp end into the Gray's side, which made him drop to his knees. Jamie smacked him in the head with it a few times, making a cracking noise in his head. He then went behind him and pulled it over his head, pressing against his Adam's Apple, then dug his knee into the Gray's back, cracking his neck open. He then took the late Gray's shotgun and peeled his mask off his face, and chucked it into a fountain, attracting the attention of another Gray, smoking a cigarette and spray-painting the Gang name and logos all over the walls. He dropped the can of paint, drew a Golden Desert Eagle and spun around. Taunting them, he remarked, "Come on, Jamie, why don't you and your little boyfriend Alex come out? There's nothing to be ashamed of." He blindly searched the bombed-out food court, and Jamie snuck over by the fountain, right behind the Gray. He slammed him over the head with the broomstick then submerged his head into the old fountain and kept him there until the squirming stopped, and pushed his body into the fountain, took his gun, and walked off. Handing the gun to Alex, he said, "Think you can handle this?" Alex snagged the gun and remarked, "There's nothing I can't handle." "Look, it seems like this is going to be a lot harder than I anticipated. It seems like Darkweather wants us back badly, but now wants us dead. He's going to hit us with everything he has, all the gangs, groups, posses, he was going to throw them out, and Jamie was going to give them back, mangled, dead, and bloody. Jamie looked out the window, and saw the big old rusty school bus with "G R A Y Z" sprayed across the side. "Man, these guys have one Hell of an army." Alex remarked. "They're pretty good, but I've seen a lot better." Jamie commented. "Maybe, just maybe, we can get the keys to that bus, and if we drive through the country in it, Darkweather and his hunters will think we're dead, and he'll call off the hits, and getting to him will be simpler than that." What they didn't know, was that Darkweather was watching them, through the security cameras in the Mall. Darkweather was a rich and powerful man. He owned all kinds of places. Casinos, Bars, Strip Clubs, Shopping Malls, you name it, all across the country. That was one piece into the puzzle on how he became so powerful. Darkweather, up in his mansion on the shoreline of Los Angeles, made to look exactly like the mansion of James Montana, a Hispanic drug lord that died in 1983, watched the footage of their skulking on his 40"widescreen TV, sitting back in his $100,000 black leather couch, smoking his 8th authentic Egyptian cigar. He was evil. He was the devil. While people in the ghetto Los Angeles kill for just a hamburger and hide from Bloods and Crips he gobbles down 20 hamburgers a day and laughs when he hears a homeless man was killed by a mob of teenagers. He was heartless, and pure evil. Jamie knew that nobody, even the orderlies back in Darkwoods, would miss him once he and Alex were through with him. He took away 6 years of their lives, and they were going to take those 6 years back, along with his life. Darkweather called Officer Kaplan, an accomplice for the Project. Kaplan's job was to inform Darkweather of any murders he'd might be interested in, and to arrest and kill anybody that knew about the Project. He informed Kaplan on their plan of stealing the Gray's bus. "Kaplan, tell your boys that if they spot an old school bus painted gray, pull them over and shoot on sight immediately. Just say they attacked you." Darkweather commanded him. "Yes sir" Kaplan responded. Meanwhile, Kaplan's personal army of Police officers and SWAT teams were strapping up, getting ready for the hunt on Jamie and Alex. Jamie hid, the Grays gave up, and were heading back to L.A.. They packed up their guns, and boarded the bus, and drove off. What the Grays didn't know was that they were digging their own grave. They headed out into an intersection, and that's when one of the corrupt cops noticed the bus. Cocking back his Glock 18, the officer said, "looks like we'll be heroes tomorrow morning!" He sped after them, and reported their position over the radio. 3 other squad cars joined the chase, all invited being dirty cops. They rammed the sides, not even caring about who was inside. The bus flipped, and Kaplan drew his Magnum .357, and shot the gas tank. The bus went up in flames, the crash site stinking of the dead Gray's burning masks. Kaplan waltzed over to the burning bus, thinking he made the Kill. He was proud of himself, until he saw the burning bodies clad in bloodstained lab coats and clown masks he knew he just killed the most notorious gang in the U.S.. He phoned Darkweather. "So, is the deal done?" Darkweather asked. "DARKWEATHER, YOU IDIOT!!!!! I JUST DROVE HALFWAY ACROSS HARCHER TO WASTE A GANG!!!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE AFTER TWO GUYS!!!!" Puzzled, Darkweather replied, "But what do you mean? I heard them. Their plan was to steal the bus!" "They tricked you!!! One more chance. That's right. ONE more chance for you to give us a clear shot of them. If the next time you report their location to us, and they are nowhere near the location, WE'RE gonna be the ones wasting you, not them, and cut them some slack. Do you hear me?!" Agititated by the fact of taking orders from one of his accomplices, he responded, "Yes Sir." "Good." Kaplan responded, and hung up. As he walked to his Police Ranger Car, a white Sedan sped right into him, pummeling him into the air, and smacking the ground with a loud "CRACK!!" and then the car backed over him, then swerved off into the dust. Officer Deputy Kaplan was dead, and was killed by Jamie and Alex. Laughing in awe of their super move, Alex said, "Man, did you see him hit the asphalt?! I swore I could hear all the bones on his left side crush!!!" "Yea, I know!! I've never had that much fun in my life!!!" Jamie exclaimed. "But look, those cops saw us waste him, so we're gonna have to look out for the cops. We can start getting them off by ditching this car. I didn't like the color anyway." They pulled into an old abandoned warehouse, and parked it into a freight train car, and padlocked it shut. Jamie reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a huge wad of hundred-dollar bills. "I nabbed this off of those Grays and in some registers. We can use this to buy a new car, and get up to California." Jamie planned out. Jamie was good at planning things out. "Sounds good." Alex responded. The two walked to car dealership, and bought a black Cadillac escalade, and drove off into the night. They finally left Harcher, and were on the outskirts of town. Back at the dealership, the man who sold them the car was calling Darkweather. "Darkweather!" the panicked car dealer shouted into the phone. "Those two guys you're looking for? I just sold them a car. They are driving a black 2005 Cadillac Escalade, so be sure to notify your men." Darkweather slammed the receiver down, then pulled it back up and dialed a number. "Get ready boys, they're coming your way." and hung up. Back on the road, a black Hummer swerved behind them, and another swerved in front. A black Astro van veered to the right of them, slamming them against the guardrail, flipping them over and into the ditch below. For a second, Jamie thought he was dead, but them woke up a large cut going across his right temple. He laughed at the fact he survived Death. He leaned over, trying to wake Alex up, but as he reached over to his unconscious body, and strong hand grabbed his boot and pulled him out, finding a group of tall guys, dressed in black fishnets and leather suits, hiding their faces with Gimp masks and panty hoses, covered in piercings and tattoos, chains connecting the piercings all over their bodies, giggling, smacked him hard across the face, knocking him out. Another one of the leather-clad freaks pulled Alex out, tied them, gagged them, and threw them in the trunk of their Hummer, and drove off. Jamie knew who the freaks were, and he knew what was in for him.