The Coming of Max Payne
Chapter 2: Smashing To A Million Pieces
It was only fifteen minutes off the end of my late shift, I felt the urge to get up and walk out, a chance to clear my head. My luck wasn't the best, there was bomb disturbance at the Crawford place, me being the detective didn't help my situation, Jim had quickly came to me asking if I would like to participate in the bomb run? Like I had a choice, I was going anyway of my own free will just like a man who had the choice of playing it safe or not. I was hoping in a way that this would be linked to the case at the harbour, there was only one-way to find out.
I had followed a number of bomb units to the Crawford's Mansion, I had stepped out of my car only to hear multiple gunshots and a-few raves, they sounded like the beginning of a fight in a salon bar. I knew Jim sent me here for a reason and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass, this was my chance to find out anything if there was anything to be found out.
I hurried past the bomb crew only to hear a-few men telling me things weren't safe and to hold back until they made sure, I wasn't going to let things get in my way this time, if I let them, they probably be killed or take to long letting my new friends get away. I ran on anyway not having a care in the world like a young boy and his new toy, I had made my way to the front side of the house kneeling down under the large expensive window, I could hear a-few voices in the room past the window talking, I decided it was my time to do something before this all went wrong like a train without brakes.
It took me no time to get to the basement cellar doors across from the backdoor of the house, as it was boarded up, something was going wrong here this wasn't a simple bombing case. I seen that there was no lock on the doors and slowly climbed in closing the doors behind me like a trap-door spider in the desert. I made my way down the steps carefully holding my gun in my hand just like a professional hit-man, I came to the bottom of the stairs and stood at the bottom seeing that it was perfectly dark, as I slowly made my way across the room and up the next set of stairs pushing the doors to the side carefully. I climbed out and once again set the doors down and looked around, it looked like I was in the spare room of the house nothing here but old boxes and newspapers.
I made my way to the door and turned the handle slowly and felt that the door was locked this couldn't get any worse. I could hear some men talking behind the door I stood quietly listening to them speak,
Man #1: Hey is this going to work? Man #2: Yea! Sure it will man, just wait till the boss gives the order and this place is gonna be a new graveyard! : Both laugh:
Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, it just did, they where planning to blow the house into orbit, fitting by there description, I had to think of something, I kicked over a large box and stood back against the wall to the side of door and waited, I could hear the guards talk about the noise and quickly a bullet made its way through the door taking out the lock, it was time for action.
The guards entered the room only to look around seeing nothing, as I had already emptied a bullet into the first mans head, like a bullet guided by the devil, the second man turned only to drop his gun and give himself up in surrender. It wasn't to often you'd get a guy who would give himself up without a fight, well there was a first time for everything I made him give me the detonator and I placed it in my inner coat pocket.
Max: Who are you! ?????: I aint telling you! Max: Why not? Your name that bad? Mario: Ok, Ok its Mario Max: Hi, Mario your gonna take me to the fat cat up-stairs ok? Mario: I cant! He'll kill us both! Max: Not on my shift. Mario: Aw man. Max: Hurry up.
I made him take me out of the room and into the large living room only to once again become under fire as I had dived behind a wall, as my guide had become the new bullet magnet. I noticed there was hostages in the room with the other four guards, a loud scream came as I hit the floor as a women had been killed, I was guessing, I was hoping it would be the wrong guess, I was thinking it, as a shot had followed after the woman's scream. I jumped to my feet and entered the room, jumping forward my vision becoming slurred as I began shooting bullets like needles, watching each perp drop after my hailstorm of justice.
I freed the remaining hostages, they where obviously the residents of the house, the Crawford's.
Max: Get out, the basement doors are open make your way out there. Steno: Thank you, I am Steno, I'm the owner of this house how can we ever repay, you! Max: You can start by getting yourself and your family out first Steno: Okay, thank you, come on family! Max: Was that your wife? Steno: no, she was a friend of ours, a neighbour. Max: Sorry to hear, ill make sure she gets the correct treatment. Steno: Thank you.
He was a good man, he lived a innocent life in this town, he had a wife and two kids, I know what its like to have a family, my wife and my own kid. I was going to make sure those bastards paid. I had made my way up-stairs and once again became under attack in the houses hallway and I jumped up the stairs turning to my side as I delivered the rest of my clip into the next two guards as they went down.
I continued up the stairs and checked each room finding nothing and I came to the last room and burst open the door and found a coward man behind the large work desk,
Max: NYPD! ????: Don't shoot!! Max: Your under arrest! ????: Please let me go! We'll be shot! Max: The last guy said that. ????: What do you want with me? Max: Shut up, I'm the one asking the questions! What's your name! Harare: My names Harare. Max: Ok Harare what are you doing rigging this house? Harare: I was paid too! Max: Who paid you? Harare: I cant tell. Max: You can't tell? Or you wont tell? Harare: I just can't tell? : He wasn't telling me, I had no choice but to bring him in: Max: You can tell me more, when we get you to a safer area.
I heard the bomb crew enter the house commenting on my work as I hand- cuffed the thug and brought him down stairs handing the detonator to the crew telling them that there was a bomb in the house and that the family where safe and that there was a deceased civilian downstairs and that I was bringing this guy in. I walked downstairs and placed him in my car and began my way to the New York Police Station, I finally got there and got him out of the car and began walking him up the steps to the entrance I stopped to hear a screeching car make its way around the bend and a large man opened fire on the entrance of the station, I had made my way inside shooting back a-few bullets, my client was dead.
This wasn't making any sense, someone didn't want me getting close to the truth and that was for certain I stood looking at my dead client riddled with bullet holes and I held my head failing to return a citizen safely for questioning. I was more determined than ever to end this case, I made my way home, trying to clear my thoughts like a disturbed child. Someone was trying to stop me and I knew that they would try almost anything to stop me from finding out, the case had hit the floor and Smashed To A Million Pieces.
Chapter 3: A Homicidal Cop?
Chapter 2: Smashing To A Million Pieces
It was only fifteen minutes off the end of my late shift, I felt the urge to get up and walk out, a chance to clear my head. My luck wasn't the best, there was bomb disturbance at the Crawford place, me being the detective didn't help my situation, Jim had quickly came to me asking if I would like to participate in the bomb run? Like I had a choice, I was going anyway of my own free will just like a man who had the choice of playing it safe or not. I was hoping in a way that this would be linked to the case at the harbour, there was only one-way to find out.
I had followed a number of bomb units to the Crawford's Mansion, I had stepped out of my car only to hear multiple gunshots and a-few raves, they sounded like the beginning of a fight in a salon bar. I knew Jim sent me here for a reason and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass, this was my chance to find out anything if there was anything to be found out.
I hurried past the bomb crew only to hear a-few men telling me things weren't safe and to hold back until they made sure, I wasn't going to let things get in my way this time, if I let them, they probably be killed or take to long letting my new friends get away. I ran on anyway not having a care in the world like a young boy and his new toy, I had made my way to the front side of the house kneeling down under the large expensive window, I could hear a-few voices in the room past the window talking, I decided it was my time to do something before this all went wrong like a train without brakes.
It took me no time to get to the basement cellar doors across from the backdoor of the house, as it was boarded up, something was going wrong here this wasn't a simple bombing case. I seen that there was no lock on the doors and slowly climbed in closing the doors behind me like a trap-door spider in the desert. I made my way down the steps carefully holding my gun in my hand just like a professional hit-man, I came to the bottom of the stairs and stood at the bottom seeing that it was perfectly dark, as I slowly made my way across the room and up the next set of stairs pushing the doors to the side carefully. I climbed out and once again set the doors down and looked around, it looked like I was in the spare room of the house nothing here but old boxes and newspapers.
I made my way to the door and turned the handle slowly and felt that the door was locked this couldn't get any worse. I could hear some men talking behind the door I stood quietly listening to them speak,
Man #1: Hey is this going to work? Man #2: Yea! Sure it will man, just wait till the boss gives the order and this place is gonna be a new graveyard! : Both laugh:
Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, it just did, they where planning to blow the house into orbit, fitting by there description, I had to think of something, I kicked over a large box and stood back against the wall to the side of door and waited, I could hear the guards talk about the noise and quickly a bullet made its way through the door taking out the lock, it was time for action.
The guards entered the room only to look around seeing nothing, as I had already emptied a bullet into the first mans head, like a bullet guided by the devil, the second man turned only to drop his gun and give himself up in surrender. It wasn't to often you'd get a guy who would give himself up without a fight, well there was a first time for everything I made him give me the detonator and I placed it in my inner coat pocket.
Max: Who are you! ?????: I aint telling you! Max: Why not? Your name that bad? Mario: Ok, Ok its Mario Max: Hi, Mario your gonna take me to the fat cat up-stairs ok? Mario: I cant! He'll kill us both! Max: Not on my shift. Mario: Aw man. Max: Hurry up.
I made him take me out of the room and into the large living room only to once again become under fire as I had dived behind a wall, as my guide had become the new bullet magnet. I noticed there was hostages in the room with the other four guards, a loud scream came as I hit the floor as a women had been killed, I was guessing, I was hoping it would be the wrong guess, I was thinking it, as a shot had followed after the woman's scream. I jumped to my feet and entered the room, jumping forward my vision becoming slurred as I began shooting bullets like needles, watching each perp drop after my hailstorm of justice.
I freed the remaining hostages, they where obviously the residents of the house, the Crawford's.
Max: Get out, the basement doors are open make your way out there. Steno: Thank you, I am Steno, I'm the owner of this house how can we ever repay, you! Max: You can start by getting yourself and your family out first Steno: Okay, thank you, come on family! Max: Was that your wife? Steno: no, she was a friend of ours, a neighbour. Max: Sorry to hear, ill make sure she gets the correct treatment. Steno: Thank you.
He was a good man, he lived a innocent life in this town, he had a wife and two kids, I know what its like to have a family, my wife and my own kid. I was going to make sure those bastards paid. I had made my way up-stairs and once again became under attack in the houses hallway and I jumped up the stairs turning to my side as I delivered the rest of my clip into the next two guards as they went down.
I continued up the stairs and checked each room finding nothing and I came to the last room and burst open the door and found a coward man behind the large work desk,
Max: NYPD! ????: Don't shoot!! Max: Your under arrest! ????: Please let me go! We'll be shot! Max: The last guy said that. ????: What do you want with me? Max: Shut up, I'm the one asking the questions! What's your name! Harare: My names Harare. Max: Ok Harare what are you doing rigging this house? Harare: I was paid too! Max: Who paid you? Harare: I cant tell. Max: You can't tell? Or you wont tell? Harare: I just can't tell? : He wasn't telling me, I had no choice but to bring him in: Max: You can tell me more, when we get you to a safer area.
I heard the bomb crew enter the house commenting on my work as I hand- cuffed the thug and brought him down stairs handing the detonator to the crew telling them that there was a bomb in the house and that the family where safe and that there was a deceased civilian downstairs and that I was bringing this guy in. I walked downstairs and placed him in my car and began my way to the New York Police Station, I finally got there and got him out of the car and began walking him up the steps to the entrance I stopped to hear a screeching car make its way around the bend and a large man opened fire on the entrance of the station, I had made my way inside shooting back a-few bullets, my client was dead.
This wasn't making any sense, someone didn't want me getting close to the truth and that was for certain I stood looking at my dead client riddled with bullet holes and I held my head failing to return a citizen safely for questioning. I was more determined than ever to end this case, I made my way home, trying to clear my thoughts like a disturbed child. Someone was trying to stop me and I knew that they would try almost anything to stop me from finding out, the case had hit the floor and Smashed To A Million Pieces.
Chapter 3: A Homicidal Cop?