Part 2: Searching.
Chapter two: Chess Betweeen Two Gods.
Three days later I had an unexpected call.
"Yeah?"
"Is that Payne?" The caller was using a voice scrambler, making it difficult to tell who it was.
"Who wants to know?"
"Someone who knows where you're pal is, Woden. You intrested?" This was so obviosly a trap, I could've smelled it even if I had no nose. But I decided to play dumb, and try to fish out more information.
"Who are you, and how can I trust you?"
"My name is not for you to know yet, and as for you to trust me, well, look out the window and you'll see some of Woden's men are coming." With nothing to lose, I went towards the nearest window, but looked carefully, in case of snipers.
The guy on the phone was right. There were some cars stoping in front of the warehouse, and several guys dressed in black were arming themselves with enough firepower to take out half of USA's army.
I had no idea how I should have felt; Honored or angry to be considered enough of a threat for them to arm themselves so much. But this didn't prove that they were Woden's men. I went back to the phone.
"Yeah, I can see some guys outside, but that dosen't prove that they're Woden's."
"But it proves that they aren't Vladimir's." Whoever thid guy was, he was well informed.
"So what do you suggest?"
"I know there's an escape car in the warehouse. Use it, and then go to the library in the 23's street, just few blocks away from here. The name on the library is Knowledge, and it's number is 65. And remember, come alone. If you won't, then you'll freakin' regret it.*click*" I stood still for awhile, thinking about the caller's last words. There was something oddly familiar with him, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. I wasin't given any more time to think about about, as the door was kicked open.
Luckily I was near just next to the door that lead to the escape car, but just as I was running to the car, the door was kicked open and I heard shoutings. That was when I performed the stunt I always I wanted to perform when I was a kid.
I leapt on the car's hod, and let the body weight carry me on the other side of the car, while drawing my Desert Eagle.
As soon as I landed, I shot madly at the door, managing to take out three, before I had to take a cover from the enemy's shots. They kept on firing like hell, even though they knew that they wouldn't be able to hit me on the other side of the car. Typical goon squad's stupitidy.
It kept going, until it suddenly stoped. It gave me enough time to take a quick glance at what was happening.
Even though the car was 100% bulletproof, it wouldn't be able to withstand molotov cockhtail, because that was what they were prebearing.
I don't know if it was blind luck or dumb luck, in any case, the keys were in the car's ignition, and the door was open. I quickly opened the door on my side, and if there really is a guy up there somewhere, I hoped to him that it would go on the first start.
I turned the key, and the car was turned on, purring like a cat. Guess the guy must have been smiling today.
Without hesitation, I punched it so hard, my foot almost went through the floor, as the car went at high speed at the warehouse's closed doors. As the car went through, the ride became a bid bumpy, but I managed to fix it in time. It gave me a moment to look at what was happening inside the warehouse. It was on fire.
Apperantly, at the same moment I drove away, the goons threw they're molotovs at me, but apperantly, one them droped his, and now he and three others were on fire.
Of all the goons I've dealt with, these guys had the lowest IQ's. And given my experience, it was the truth and nothing but the truth.
Afterwards, I drove here and there, just to make sure I wasin't followed. It had just passed midnight, and the snow was still falling. And it was obvios it wouldn't be over soon.
Thirty minutes later, I found the right address. It was an old library, one of the oldest kinds. The doors were unlocked, and some of the lights were on. Just in case, I drew up my ol' trusted betty, and proceded into the library room. Some lamps were on, but no one was there, but on one of the tables had an open book, with the title; The Norse Gods. It held information about the gods of Valhalla, such as Odin, the god who sacrifised his eye for wisdom and the ruler of Valhalla, Thor, the owner of the Great Hammer, Loki, the trickster, Freya, the goddes fertality, or, 'the goddes of fucking' as some would call her, and Hela, the goddes of the underworld.
It suddenly accured to me, what if Woden was Odin, and Nicole Horn was Hela? It wasin't difficult to picture the two of them trying to defeat the other, in a simple chess. Did that mean that I either was, or am nothing more than a pawn to be used in a chess between two gods?
On that moment, that thought scared me more than anything else that has happened to me.
But I was quickly drawn back to reality, when an all too familiar voice spoke behind me.
"Well, well, if it ain't the freakin' ex-cop." I turned around, and saw about 10 men armed with assault rifles, all pointing they're aims at me. In front of them stood a man I had never expected to see again.
Vinnie Gognitti.
Vinnie hadn't changed a bit. Hell, he even wore the same suits when we last met. But he had such an arrogant smile on his face, it made me want to yell at him.
Even though he had the sunglasses on him, I could tell his balls hadn't grown.
But that didn't mean I could take them, he had helpers that Made his balls look bigger. I slowly raised my hands.
"Vinni Gognitti. How's you're stomach?" That question made his smile dissappear, but it came at a price. He waved his hand at me, and some of his goons came and frisked me, then one of them used his end of the rifle to punch it in my stomach. I nearly fell on the floor, but was held up. I raised my head, and Vinnie was now right in my face.
"We have a lot to talk about, Max freakin' Payne, but we don't have the time. Here, allowe me to introduce you to an old friend." Vinnie reached into his pocket, and pulled a syren, with green liquid in it. It was V.
As he injected it into me, one of those moments came. It was similar to having a flashback about you're life, except this one was different. Everything stoped, and thoughts pourred in.
I had just walked into a trap, by none other than Vinnie 'freakin' Gognitti. I just had to be the dumbest shithead on this godforsaken planet. And to top on all of that, he had just injected V into me. I might just as well put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.
I wonder, where did I make the mistake? Was it to be fooled in coming here? Was it because I ahd been spenting too much time in the warehouse, hiding? Or did the mistake nearly take back about a year and a half, for shoting Vinnie in the stomach instead of the head? Or to an alley, where I had cornered Vinnie? Was it becasue I didn't have my gun loaded when I had it pointed at his head?
The answer to that question, I will never know.
I fell on the floor, and watched as the room turned into green, the walls starting to melt, turning into an ocean.
I sank.
Chapter two: Chess Betweeen Two Gods.
Three days later I had an unexpected call.
"Yeah?"
"Is that Payne?" The caller was using a voice scrambler, making it difficult to tell who it was.
"Who wants to know?"
"Someone who knows where you're pal is, Woden. You intrested?" This was so obviosly a trap, I could've smelled it even if I had no nose. But I decided to play dumb, and try to fish out more information.
"Who are you, and how can I trust you?"
"My name is not for you to know yet, and as for you to trust me, well, look out the window and you'll see some of Woden's men are coming." With nothing to lose, I went towards the nearest window, but looked carefully, in case of snipers.
The guy on the phone was right. There were some cars stoping in front of the warehouse, and several guys dressed in black were arming themselves with enough firepower to take out half of USA's army.
I had no idea how I should have felt; Honored or angry to be considered enough of a threat for them to arm themselves so much. But this didn't prove that they were Woden's men. I went back to the phone.
"Yeah, I can see some guys outside, but that dosen't prove that they're Woden's."
"But it proves that they aren't Vladimir's." Whoever thid guy was, he was well informed.
"So what do you suggest?"
"I know there's an escape car in the warehouse. Use it, and then go to the library in the 23's street, just few blocks away from here. The name on the library is Knowledge, and it's number is 65. And remember, come alone. If you won't, then you'll freakin' regret it.*click*" I stood still for awhile, thinking about the caller's last words. There was something oddly familiar with him, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. I wasin't given any more time to think about about, as the door was kicked open.
Luckily I was near just next to the door that lead to the escape car, but just as I was running to the car, the door was kicked open and I heard shoutings. That was when I performed the stunt I always I wanted to perform when I was a kid.
I leapt on the car's hod, and let the body weight carry me on the other side of the car, while drawing my Desert Eagle.
As soon as I landed, I shot madly at the door, managing to take out three, before I had to take a cover from the enemy's shots. They kept on firing like hell, even though they knew that they wouldn't be able to hit me on the other side of the car. Typical goon squad's stupitidy.
It kept going, until it suddenly stoped. It gave me enough time to take a quick glance at what was happening.
Even though the car was 100% bulletproof, it wouldn't be able to withstand molotov cockhtail, because that was what they were prebearing.
I don't know if it was blind luck or dumb luck, in any case, the keys were in the car's ignition, and the door was open. I quickly opened the door on my side, and if there really is a guy up there somewhere, I hoped to him that it would go on the first start.
I turned the key, and the car was turned on, purring like a cat. Guess the guy must have been smiling today.
Without hesitation, I punched it so hard, my foot almost went through the floor, as the car went at high speed at the warehouse's closed doors. As the car went through, the ride became a bid bumpy, but I managed to fix it in time. It gave me a moment to look at what was happening inside the warehouse. It was on fire.
Apperantly, at the same moment I drove away, the goons threw they're molotovs at me, but apperantly, one them droped his, and now he and three others were on fire.
Of all the goons I've dealt with, these guys had the lowest IQ's. And given my experience, it was the truth and nothing but the truth.
Afterwards, I drove here and there, just to make sure I wasin't followed. It had just passed midnight, and the snow was still falling. And it was obvios it wouldn't be over soon.
Thirty minutes later, I found the right address. It was an old library, one of the oldest kinds. The doors were unlocked, and some of the lights were on. Just in case, I drew up my ol' trusted betty, and proceded into the library room. Some lamps were on, but no one was there, but on one of the tables had an open book, with the title; The Norse Gods. It held information about the gods of Valhalla, such as Odin, the god who sacrifised his eye for wisdom and the ruler of Valhalla, Thor, the owner of the Great Hammer, Loki, the trickster, Freya, the goddes fertality, or, 'the goddes of fucking' as some would call her, and Hela, the goddes of the underworld.
It suddenly accured to me, what if Woden was Odin, and Nicole Horn was Hela? It wasin't difficult to picture the two of them trying to defeat the other, in a simple chess. Did that mean that I either was, or am nothing more than a pawn to be used in a chess between two gods?
On that moment, that thought scared me more than anything else that has happened to me.
But I was quickly drawn back to reality, when an all too familiar voice spoke behind me.
"Well, well, if it ain't the freakin' ex-cop." I turned around, and saw about 10 men armed with assault rifles, all pointing they're aims at me. In front of them stood a man I had never expected to see again.
Vinnie Gognitti.
Vinnie hadn't changed a bit. Hell, he even wore the same suits when we last met. But he had such an arrogant smile on his face, it made me want to yell at him.
Even though he had the sunglasses on him, I could tell his balls hadn't grown.
But that didn't mean I could take them, he had helpers that Made his balls look bigger. I slowly raised my hands.
"Vinni Gognitti. How's you're stomach?" That question made his smile dissappear, but it came at a price. He waved his hand at me, and some of his goons came and frisked me, then one of them used his end of the rifle to punch it in my stomach. I nearly fell on the floor, but was held up. I raised my head, and Vinnie was now right in my face.
"We have a lot to talk about, Max freakin' Payne, but we don't have the time. Here, allowe me to introduce you to an old friend." Vinnie reached into his pocket, and pulled a syren, with green liquid in it. It was V.
As he injected it into me, one of those moments came. It was similar to having a flashback about you're life, except this one was different. Everything stoped, and thoughts pourred in.
I had just walked into a trap, by none other than Vinnie 'freakin' Gognitti. I just had to be the dumbest shithead on this godforsaken planet. And to top on all of that, he had just injected V into me. I might just as well put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.
I wonder, where did I make the mistake? Was it to be fooled in coming here? Was it because I ahd been spenting too much time in the warehouse, hiding? Or did the mistake nearly take back about a year and a half, for shoting Vinnie in the stomach instead of the head? Or to an alley, where I had cornered Vinnie? Was it becasue I didn't have my gun loaded when I had it pointed at his head?
The answer to that question, I will never know.
I fell on the floor, and watched as the room turned into green, the walls starting to melt, turning into an ocean.
I sank.