The Coming of Max Payne
It was a cold night, I was standing outside an abandoned shipyard waiting for my backup, the wind howled like a wolf on a full moon. I was beginning to feel my finger becoming impatient as it rested on the trigger of my gun. There had been many disturbances here.all mafia related, it seemed that Jim had his work once again cut-out for him, as he was supposed to have already cleared them all out before I even joined the NYPD.
The night was still young yet quiet, just like the calm before the storm. But that wasn't what was getting to me it was the number of perps in the inside that was distracting me, I decided to make my move.
I had quickly moved past the gates of the yard, like sand in an hour glass, quickly running my way to the warehouses backdoor seeing that it was locked from the outside with a rusty pad-lock. It wouldn't take me long getting in, but I wasn't the swat. I then made my way beside a open window, slowly peeking in looking around seeing no-one and climbed in quietly.
As I dropped in I had immediately got to my feet and examined the area I heard some loud voices up-stairs thinking that it was the guys I was looking for, it seemed quiet down stairs I was merely expecting a-few shots at me. Suddenly as I thought it was too good to be true I was dodging bullets like rain drops.
I quickly made for cover, soon diving backwards shooting back in defence already hitting the first three perps as I landed behind a number of large wooden crates with the words "T.H.O.R" printed on them. I immediately thought these where words of importance like a child hearing the first understandable words of life.
I gathered myself quickly and ran across the room hearing the faint sound of bullets whizzing past my head as I took cover once again finding a hand grenade in a old box beside me, I quickly threw it across in-front of me as it headed towards a small group of obliviously confused perps as they tried to make a feeble escape from the bomb, the sound of death had once again rang in my ears as the grenade exploded making a new design to the 4 meter radius around it.
I had quickly made my way up stairs seeing the terrified look on the boss's face as he made his way past his men locking himself in the office at the end of a room just like a man running from his past. They didn't waste anytime trying to dispose of me as I had already made myself comfortable behind the nearest spot I could reach. I threw a dirty tin can into the air across the middle of room as I knew this trick was the oldest one in the book.my book, as it guided itself across the room, the unsuspecting perps already drawing fire to it, as they didn't notice the bullets which inscribed there deaths whizzing towards them as they lifelessly dropped from there feet to the floor in a matter of seconds, it reminded me of a dart hitting the bull's-eye, as they both had the same purpose.to win.
I slowly walked towards the office room's door holding my gun in my right hand like a western sheriff the only difference? He didn't have an itchy trigger finger.
I burst open the door, stepping in only to the let the usual words leave my mouth, as the mafia boss had already opened fire on me, I wasn't surprised I glided behind the door only to return out shooting him in the arm disabling him from using his gun as i walked towards him holding my gun, like a high powered junkie with a mind of revenge. I walked to him and stood over him as he sat on the floor holding his bloody arm panting.
I started with the occasionally session of the asking questions,
Max: Who do you work for? Boss: Why should I tell you? Max: Because if you don't your spending more than a lifetime in jail? Boss: So! I'd prefer that than being killed. Max: Then I'll just have to do it. Boss: You can!? I mean.you're a cop! Max: Doesn't mean I can't say you where dead before I got here. ::I Heard the cold sound of sirens coming towards this warehouse:: Max: This is your last warning. Boss: I aint telling you nothing I'd rather die by you than I would with my bosses! Max: Tell me and you wont spend as long in prison and you'll be more than safe in jail, so you wont have to worry about your superiors getting you. Boss: Ok, but you better be tel.
He was dead, I could tell by the long accusing stare in his eyes. Someone obliviously didn't want me to find out too much. Like it mattered I was going to find the answer to this case someway or another. The cops finally got here I could hear the echo's from outside of the room the usual drill of how to clean and check the place out, I was found in the room with the boss I left only to say that he had been sniped to the skull before I had reached him. This case was far from over, the only clues I had now where the unexpected murder, the warehouse, the writing on the box and the mafia something big was going down and I had to stop it before it hit the floor and smashed to a million pieces.
Chapter 2: Smashing to a Million Pieces
It was a cold night, I was standing outside an abandoned shipyard waiting for my backup, the wind howled like a wolf on a full moon. I was beginning to feel my finger becoming impatient as it rested on the trigger of my gun. There had been many disturbances here.all mafia related, it seemed that Jim had his work once again cut-out for him, as he was supposed to have already cleared them all out before I even joined the NYPD.
The night was still young yet quiet, just like the calm before the storm. But that wasn't what was getting to me it was the number of perps in the inside that was distracting me, I decided to make my move.
I had quickly moved past the gates of the yard, like sand in an hour glass, quickly running my way to the warehouses backdoor seeing that it was locked from the outside with a rusty pad-lock. It wouldn't take me long getting in, but I wasn't the swat. I then made my way beside a open window, slowly peeking in looking around seeing no-one and climbed in quietly.
As I dropped in I had immediately got to my feet and examined the area I heard some loud voices up-stairs thinking that it was the guys I was looking for, it seemed quiet down stairs I was merely expecting a-few shots at me. Suddenly as I thought it was too good to be true I was dodging bullets like rain drops.
I quickly made for cover, soon diving backwards shooting back in defence already hitting the first three perps as I landed behind a number of large wooden crates with the words "T.H.O.R" printed on them. I immediately thought these where words of importance like a child hearing the first understandable words of life.
I gathered myself quickly and ran across the room hearing the faint sound of bullets whizzing past my head as I took cover once again finding a hand grenade in a old box beside me, I quickly threw it across in-front of me as it headed towards a small group of obliviously confused perps as they tried to make a feeble escape from the bomb, the sound of death had once again rang in my ears as the grenade exploded making a new design to the 4 meter radius around it.
I had quickly made my way up stairs seeing the terrified look on the boss's face as he made his way past his men locking himself in the office at the end of a room just like a man running from his past. They didn't waste anytime trying to dispose of me as I had already made myself comfortable behind the nearest spot I could reach. I threw a dirty tin can into the air across the middle of room as I knew this trick was the oldest one in the book.my book, as it guided itself across the room, the unsuspecting perps already drawing fire to it, as they didn't notice the bullets which inscribed there deaths whizzing towards them as they lifelessly dropped from there feet to the floor in a matter of seconds, it reminded me of a dart hitting the bull's-eye, as they both had the same purpose.to win.
I slowly walked towards the office room's door holding my gun in my right hand like a western sheriff the only difference? He didn't have an itchy trigger finger.
I burst open the door, stepping in only to the let the usual words leave my mouth, as the mafia boss had already opened fire on me, I wasn't surprised I glided behind the door only to return out shooting him in the arm disabling him from using his gun as i walked towards him holding my gun, like a high powered junkie with a mind of revenge. I walked to him and stood over him as he sat on the floor holding his bloody arm panting.
I started with the occasionally session of the asking questions,
Max: Who do you work for? Boss: Why should I tell you? Max: Because if you don't your spending more than a lifetime in jail? Boss: So! I'd prefer that than being killed. Max: Then I'll just have to do it. Boss: You can!? I mean.you're a cop! Max: Doesn't mean I can't say you where dead before I got here. ::I Heard the cold sound of sirens coming towards this warehouse:: Max: This is your last warning. Boss: I aint telling you nothing I'd rather die by you than I would with my bosses! Max: Tell me and you wont spend as long in prison and you'll be more than safe in jail, so you wont have to worry about your superiors getting you. Boss: Ok, but you better be tel.
He was dead, I could tell by the long accusing stare in his eyes. Someone obliviously didn't want me to find out too much. Like it mattered I was going to find the answer to this case someway or another. The cops finally got here I could hear the echo's from outside of the room the usual drill of how to clean and check the place out, I was found in the room with the boss I left only to say that he had been sniped to the skull before I had reached him. This case was far from over, the only clues I had now where the unexpected murder, the warehouse, the writing on the box and the mafia something big was going down and I had to stop it before it hit the floor and smashed to a million pieces.
Chapter 2: Smashing to a Million Pieces