Chapter 1.
Max Payne walked casually in to the Police Department HQ in the city that never sleeps. It was night, and Payne had just remembered the dream he had had. It brought back that abrupt memory as he still maintained calmness on the line of duty.
"Payne! Just the man I've been looking for, " shouted a familiar voice from behind him.
It was unlikely he would get what he was looking for, some kind of adventure where he was forced to rely on something more than a gun. Some kind of fight against crime, something he knew he could do--or could he really? He knew he was good with a rifle, and he could take on a gun fight with any man, but was he truly a man against danger? The fact that everything he worked for wasn't true was something that did scare him--it seemed to send a hard cold shiver down his spine.
The voice came again, "Payne, behind you--it's really important that you take this assignment!"
He finally turned around and took the man into account as a friend of Alex's he had met before. The man was in the DEA and went by James Tyler. Tyler was kind of short and was almost bald at the top, he wore a thin pair of glasses that showed more style than nerd. He was always pretty gentle and kind, and Payne remembered him as a man who picked his cases through silence and stealth rather than hardcore pistol battles like that of himself.
"Yeah, I guess I'm up for a challenge, or is it even going to be one?" Payne replied with the innocence of a half-smile.
"Well, it's kind of a co-op with me. See there are the guys that keep selling drugs. Now it was okay at first--I mean nothing you wouldn't expect in this neighborhood anyway--if you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, then it kind of got out of control, it started spreading all over Manhatten...."
He interrupted himself.
"My point is, " he continued, "is we have to stop this madness. But first we need proof."
This was a problem, Payne always accidently blew up the proof.
"What kind of proof? " Payne asked with the question of 'say something good, or you're alone on this one' idea.
"Well, photographs."
Payne was okay with this, as long as he didn't destroy.
"Cool, I'm in, " Payne replied.
"Alright, the druggies normally hang out at the docks, aboard their yachts. Let's break tonight?"
They were on their way to the docks.
Be on the lookout for Chapter 3
Max Payne walked casually in to the Police Department HQ in the city that never sleeps. It was night, and Payne had just remembered the dream he had had. It brought back that abrupt memory as he still maintained calmness on the line of duty.
"Payne! Just the man I've been looking for, " shouted a familiar voice from behind him.
It was unlikely he would get what he was looking for, some kind of adventure where he was forced to rely on something more than a gun. Some kind of fight against crime, something he knew he could do--or could he really? He knew he was good with a rifle, and he could take on a gun fight with any man, but was he truly a man against danger? The fact that everything he worked for wasn't true was something that did scare him--it seemed to send a hard cold shiver down his spine.
The voice came again, "Payne, behind you--it's really important that you take this assignment!"
He finally turned around and took the man into account as a friend of Alex's he had met before. The man was in the DEA and went by James Tyler. Tyler was kind of short and was almost bald at the top, he wore a thin pair of glasses that showed more style than nerd. He was always pretty gentle and kind, and Payne remembered him as a man who picked his cases through silence and stealth rather than hardcore pistol battles like that of himself.
"Yeah, I guess I'm up for a challenge, or is it even going to be one?" Payne replied with the innocence of a half-smile.
"Well, it's kind of a co-op with me. See there are the guys that keep selling drugs. Now it was okay at first--I mean nothing you wouldn't expect in this neighborhood anyway--if you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, then it kind of got out of control, it started spreading all over Manhatten...."
He interrupted himself.
"My point is, " he continued, "is we have to stop this madness. But first we need proof."
This was a problem, Payne always accidently blew up the proof.
"What kind of proof? " Payne asked with the question of 'say something good, or you're alone on this one' idea.
"Well, photographs."
Payne was okay with this, as long as he didn't destroy.
"Cool, I'm in, " Payne replied.
"Alright, the druggies normally hang out at the docks, aboard their yachts. Let's break tonight?"
They were on their way to the docks.
Be on the lookout for Chapter 3