Part 2: Searching.
Chapter one: A Time To Heal.
After my narrow escape from the Supreme Court house, Vladimir was kind enough to take me back to New York. Ever since Angelo's death, Vladimir's power began to grow, and now he was the so-called 'Don' over the city. Just like the movie.
I was taken to an old warehouse, near the outskirts of the city where I was given my old clothes back, some medice for the wound, some things to eat and a TV, to keep a track on what was happening outside. Right now, I was watching an interview of Jim, and he wasin't happy. Probably because of the black-eye I gaved him.
"But what about the posibility that he is no longer in the country?"
"This time, Max has no where left to go. I have a letter here, from the President himself, that the entire law force in this nation, are monitering all airports, all docks and even the trainstations." Jim waved a piece of letter, but moved it too fast to read. It was probably just an empty letter. Jim now looked directly at the camera, as if he was looking at me. It almost scared me. Almost.
"And if you are watcing this Max, I'm telling you this: I'm coming to get you." Jim said, in a Rambo(1) style.
"But sir, what about the footage that shows that he saved you're life, by risking his own?" Jim's face was now a mixture of red and purple, totally angry.
"I am trying to catch a criminal ma'am, and I no longer have time for stupid questions!!!" With no further comments, Jim stormed away from the camera's view, and the camera now showed the New's lady.
"That was Deputy Chief Jim Bruvora, with no more comments. We now show you a footage from the Supreme Court masacer." The screen now showed an all too- familiar scene in the Supreme Court room. It turned out that most of the cameras had been left on, showing me saving Jim, and making my way out of there, also showing the stunt I did when I jumped into Vladimir's car. The next days after that all news papers had headlines like; A CRIMINAL OR A SAVIOR?, MAX PAYNE GETS AWAY! AGAIN!! and, my favorite, VALKYR DESTROYER!
And, few days ago, one of the news papers went to the streets, and talked to a lot of people. And, acording to the papers, 97,8% of them supported my actions. That only encouraged Jim's search for me, propably making him even more angry about the fact that the majority were supporting me, instead of 'laws of Justice.'
But, when I would be ready for actions, I would use my own ways of Justice.
I looked back at the screen.
"...and in other news, Aesir stocks marketing are now slowly starting to rise again, as the new CEO takes control. Again, the CEO denied showing his identidy today, with no explanation..." I turned off the TV, feeling like shit. No wonder, I hadn't slept for nearly two days. As I slowly passed out, I was determend that the next package Woden would receive, wouldn't just be a porn tabe.
It would be a special delivery. Paine from Payne. With no hopes of sending it back.
Author's note: I know! I know! A damn short chapter! It's just that, well, I've decided how the beginning should be and the end. It just what I should put in the middle that troubles me. A bit of a warning: It may be a while before the next chapter will come, and I can't be sure if it will be longer or shorter than this one. Sorry.
Chapter one: A Time To Heal.
After my narrow escape from the Supreme Court house, Vladimir was kind enough to take me back to New York. Ever since Angelo's death, Vladimir's power began to grow, and now he was the so-called 'Don' over the city. Just like the movie.
I was taken to an old warehouse, near the outskirts of the city where I was given my old clothes back, some medice for the wound, some things to eat and a TV, to keep a track on what was happening outside. Right now, I was watching an interview of Jim, and he wasin't happy. Probably because of the black-eye I gaved him.
"But what about the posibility that he is no longer in the country?"
"This time, Max has no where left to go. I have a letter here, from the President himself, that the entire law force in this nation, are monitering all airports, all docks and even the trainstations." Jim waved a piece of letter, but moved it too fast to read. It was probably just an empty letter. Jim now looked directly at the camera, as if he was looking at me. It almost scared me. Almost.
"And if you are watcing this Max, I'm telling you this: I'm coming to get you." Jim said, in a Rambo(1) style.
"But sir, what about the footage that shows that he saved you're life, by risking his own?" Jim's face was now a mixture of red and purple, totally angry.
"I am trying to catch a criminal ma'am, and I no longer have time for stupid questions!!!" With no further comments, Jim stormed away from the camera's view, and the camera now showed the New's lady.
"That was Deputy Chief Jim Bruvora, with no more comments. We now show you a footage from the Supreme Court masacer." The screen now showed an all too- familiar scene in the Supreme Court room. It turned out that most of the cameras had been left on, showing me saving Jim, and making my way out of there, also showing the stunt I did when I jumped into Vladimir's car. The next days after that all news papers had headlines like; A CRIMINAL OR A SAVIOR?, MAX PAYNE GETS AWAY! AGAIN!! and, my favorite, VALKYR DESTROYER!
And, few days ago, one of the news papers went to the streets, and talked to a lot of people. And, acording to the papers, 97,8% of them supported my actions. That only encouraged Jim's search for me, propably making him even more angry about the fact that the majority were supporting me, instead of 'laws of Justice.'
But, when I would be ready for actions, I would use my own ways of Justice.
I looked back at the screen.
"...and in other news, Aesir stocks marketing are now slowly starting to rise again, as the new CEO takes control. Again, the CEO denied showing his identidy today, with no explanation..." I turned off the TV, feeling like shit. No wonder, I hadn't slept for nearly two days. As I slowly passed out, I was determend that the next package Woden would receive, wouldn't just be a porn tabe.
It would be a special delivery. Paine from Payne. With no hopes of sending it back.
Author's note: I know! I know! A damn short chapter! It's just that, well, I've decided how the beginning should be and the end. It just what I should put in the middle that troubles me. A bit of a warning: It may be a while before the next chapter will come, and I can't be sure if it will be longer or shorter than this one. Sorry.