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California state prison is home to some of the world's dangerous criminals. The inmates do not mess around, most of them having serious charges. Some of murder, some of assault with a deadly weapon, hell even some with multiple charges. The inmates always fought with each other, were it was to prove themselves, or just cause they wanted to hurt someone. Amongst them is a red fox named Vince, being muscular and six feet tall, no one messed with him. Vince was in prison for multiple charges, assault with a deadly weapon, murder, robbery, arson, just to name a few. He used to be in The Six, a group of highly trained and skilled mercenaries, starting his mercenary career at the age of 18. The Six went on various missions, taking them around the entire globe from remote islands to heavy populated cities, such as Tokyo or Beijing. During a very dangerous mission in Cuba, Vince left without even helping his fellow mercenaries. His fellow mercenaries were left in an intense and deadly firefight, making Vince think they were dead. Yet, they were still alive and seeking revenge.

Today was the day that some of the inmates will be transferred to a different prison, so that they would be put in the electric chair. Vince was one of these inmates. The 31-year-old fox had a wife and a kid, which probably hated him by now. Even though they probably hated him, he still loved them both and deeply missed them. He wanted to write his daughter a letter, something he had tried to do for the past ten years.

"Dear Amy, I've been trying to write you this letter for ten years. Today is my last day to do so. This afternoon, I will pay for my actions and mistakes. It's only fair. If you've read the papers or seen the news, my life as a mercenary and all the pain i've caused. Most of it is true.I should regret it all, I should be scared of dying, but i'm not. I just can't anymore. The only feeling I have left is regret, regret that I'll never get to know you. Your all that matters to me. I'm sorry I never understood. - Your Father, Vince." Was written on the small folded paper.

The dimly lit room had bloodstains on the wall, mainly from fights that Vince had gotten himself into. After a while in being in prison and having cellmates sent to the prison infirmary, the warden decided that he would no longer have cellmates. Even the guards didn't want to be near him. Vince was well known for his brutality, beating the pulp out of each and everyone of his victims or opponents.

Today was the day that numerous amount of inmates were being sent to a facility to be executed, Vince being one of them. The guards took every single precaution possiblewhile escorting Vince towards the transport. They pointed their 12 gauge shotguns at him with great fear.

"Relax. I'm not going to kill you, if you don't fuck with me." Vince said calmly as they applied the hand and feet cuffs.

Once the cuffs were in place, they escorted him towards the armored prisoner transport. Vince was joined by other inmates that shared his fate. A few of them knew Vince and were his 'friends'. They walked down the dull, tan hallway, getting stares from everyone they passed by. Some inmates made comments and remarks, others laughed at the doomed inmates.

The group of guards and inmates finally reached the shiny jet black prisoner transport. The guards loaded each inmate up with precautions. As soon as the inmates were loaded, transport took off faster than a speed bullet. Vince looked at his paws and placed his head down. He had a very haunting flashback.

*Flashback*

"Ready amigo?" A human asked lighting a cigarette.

"Yeah, i'm ready Diego." Vince replied sighing.

"Good. We're going to regroup with Dimitri and Ivan."

"Right, I hope they haven't started the fun just yet."

"They wouldn't start it, beside we have the goods. ¡Vamos! Lets's go!" Diego yelled at Vince.

The pair starts running into a small street with sirens blaring.

*end of flashback*

Vince starts to snap back into reality. He looks at his fellow doomed inmates. There was someone in particular that caught his eye, a balding human inmate that stared at him. He put his face down back on his paws, having another flashback.

*flashback*

Vince and his family are outside in a large yard.

"Daddy, Mommy, look!" Vince's daughter yelled at Vince and his wife, holding up a drawing.

"It looks beautiful sweetheart." Vince's wife says to Amy before turning to Vince.

"Stay close to me. I love you." She says to Vince, hugging him.

Their son wanders into their home, finding a loaded pistol with the safety off. Amy follows his brother into the house. Her brother cocks the pistol and laughs.

"You'd better put it down." Amy said backing away from her brother.

A gunshot was heard throughout their neighborhood. Vince runs into the house, finding his soon lying in a pool of blood.

"Fuck! What the fuck have I done!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?!? How could I let this happen!?!" He yells out loud.

*time skip. Few days later, still flashback.*

Vince receives a phone call on his cellphone.

"Hello?" He answered his phone.

"Mr. Vulpes, about your son, Adam." A doctor on the other line said with a sad tone.

"What? Is he going to be ok?"

"No, he's....he's gone."

"What!?!"

"He has passed. I'm sorry, we did everything we could."

Vince dropped and broke his phone, dumbfounded by the news he had just received. His wife was right next to him when he dropped his phone. She knew that it was horrible news, so she broke down and started to cry. Vince just sat there, feeling a mixture of emotions. His wife runs to him and pounds her fist at his chest.

"What's the matter with you!? How could you bring a gun at home!? You promised, you fucking promised!" She yelled at him.

*end of flashback*

Vince still has his face buried into his paws. He heard many noises and people talking. It was mainly from the last mission he went on, in Cuba.

*Voices in Vince's head*

"Vince, you fucking cabron, we need backup now!" Diego said over the radio with heavy gunfire in the background.

"You fucking traitor! Your not getting away with this!" Dimitri yelled through his radio.

"I always knew he was a traitor. Asshole." Ivan said through his radio.

Vince snapped back into reality, lifting up his head. The human was still staring at him. Vince put his head down again.

"Mr. Vulpes, wake up. Mr. Vulpes." The human said to Vince.

"What?!" Vince yells at him, not lifting up his head.

"I need you to cover your head."

"What did you just say?"

"Just cover your head NOW!" The human yelled

The transport started to swerve off course as it was hit hard by a semi-truck. The transport soon flipped on it's side, sliding across the cracked, black pavement. Vince, not covering his head, was knocked out cold by the sudden hit. The only thing he heard was gunshots and people yelling. The transport was wrecked and Vince wad knocked out cold. A shadowy figure started to pull Vince out of the flaming wreckage, putting him behind a some cover, leaving him bleeding from a bullet wound.