Authors note: The second chapter is finally up. This is more of an interlude than an actual chapter though, it does not contain as much action as the first or the others will. Due to popular demand the bullet time thing has gone, I apologise it was a stupid idea.
Chapter 2
The snow had been replaced by a heavy downpour of rain. Max walked into the alleyway leading to the back entrance of the bar. "Happy hours", a popular hangout for the local university students. Inside the backrooms however, Punchinellos mob ran a major drugs and gun smuggling operation. Max Payne walked to the graffited back door. The door had a primitive lock, not one Max couldn't get through. He pulled a lockpick out of his pocket and quickly unlocked it. Before entering, Max looked through the keyhole. There was not much to see, a long corridor, probably leading to the main room, with a door to the side. Max guessed that whatever he was destined to find was there.
Max unholstered his Berretta and quickly ensured that it was loaded. He entered the corrider and strode to the door. He could hear faint voices from within. He attempted to take in what they were saying but the door was too well sound proofed. He had brought a stethoscope for a situation like this, but even with it he could only pick up faint murmers.
"...rty grand, are you ...., V costs thirty."
"...ieve me, ..en ..is hits the ..reets you .an rake in an easy ...dred."
".ine, but if it don't, all .eals are off .etween us."
The person selling the V was talking in a softer voice making harder to understand what he was saying, Max guessed that he was an Aesir employee, the other was practically yelling,in all likelihood one of the Punchinello's men, heping that there was still something to salvage from the carcass of the punchinello empire, that had once held New York in it's grip. Max kicked the door, hard. It was not particularly sturdy and flew open. His assumptions about the occupants of the room were correct.
A lot had happened at that instant when Max entered the room. The gangsters face twisted from one of surprise from seeing the door kicked open to one of sheer terror at seeing Max Payne, the man who in only a few days had become their greatest nemesis and fear. He stood frozen in his panic. The Aesir employees face remained expressionless. He quickly reached for a shotgun that was on the table in front of him, and blindly fired in the direction of the door. Max was more than prepared and had ample time to jump sideways. The shotgun shell smashed into door sending sparks flying. Max, while in the air fired as many rounds as he could into the Aesir employee. Two bullets struck him in the base of the throat creating a spray of blood. Another hit him in the stomach causing a puddle of blood to stain his white business shirt and the last hit just above the jaw, dislodging and smashing teeth. Max quickly spun on his feet towards the gangster. He was desperately fumbling around the table for his weapon spouting more obscenities than most people do in a lifetime. Max pointed his berretta at him
"I wouldn't if were you"
"All right, all right, fuck, I surrender."
"Tell may where the V is coming from and I might let you live,"
"I don't bloody know where..."
Max pressed his berretta against the gangsters head.
"Are you sure about that."
"You,,you cant just fucking shoot an unarmed man"
"There a few people who said the exact same thing y'know. Care to meet them."
Max pressed the gun harder against the head
"but..but..you, how they fucking arrested you I saw the news. Oh, oh fuck you've escaped, that means they're on your tail, if you kill me."
"They've got me for the murders of two DEA agents, the head of one of the worlds biggest multinationals and countless employees, not to mention the cops I whacked during my escape, do you really think I'm worried about what they'll think about some small time punk"
The gangsters face twisted in terror
"Ok, ok look, all I know is that they've got a warehouse, 88 Thor Street, thats where all the stuff, heavy shit there, tons of guards we don't ever go near there that's all I know please don't kill me"
"On your back, now"
The gangster was in far too much fear to do otherwise. He suddenly felt something heavy on his wrists. He almost immediately realised it was the all too familiar feeling of a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey what the fuck?"
Max casually pulled out his DEA ID and held it in front of the gangsters face.
"You are under arrest for purchasing illicit substances with intent to supply, do you require your rights to be read?"
Throughout the barrage of insults that followed Max gathered he heard a no. He pulled out his radio and called for someone to pick up the unfortunate gangster. His attention was suddenly taken a television in the corner of a room as an anchorman said
"..Ms. Tracy Koil, the new CEO of Aesir has vowed to bring the company back to power and to clean it up. The company, whose stocks have fallen 80 percent after the attack against their headquarters, suffered another serious blow when it emerged, earlier this morning, that although acting independently from the company, Nicole Horne the previous CEO of Aesir was responsible for mass distribution of the drug known as Valkyr. Ms Horne died during the attack. In another news, Max Payne, the man who waged a one man war on crime has been released after it emerged that his seemingly far fetched story about having been a DEA agent has been declared true, and evidence has clearly indicated that he was either innocent or not accountable for all the crimes he alledgedly commited. In a seemingly unrelated incident..."
Tracy Koil had preffered to keep out of the spotlight and as a result knew very little about her or her connection to V. The enigma continued to deepen around him.
Chapter 2
The snow had been replaced by a heavy downpour of rain. Max walked into the alleyway leading to the back entrance of the bar. "Happy hours", a popular hangout for the local university students. Inside the backrooms however, Punchinellos mob ran a major drugs and gun smuggling operation. Max Payne walked to the graffited back door. The door had a primitive lock, not one Max couldn't get through. He pulled a lockpick out of his pocket and quickly unlocked it. Before entering, Max looked through the keyhole. There was not much to see, a long corridor, probably leading to the main room, with a door to the side. Max guessed that whatever he was destined to find was there.
Max unholstered his Berretta and quickly ensured that it was loaded. He entered the corrider and strode to the door. He could hear faint voices from within. He attempted to take in what they were saying but the door was too well sound proofed. He had brought a stethoscope for a situation like this, but even with it he could only pick up faint murmers.
"...rty grand, are you ...., V costs thirty."
"...ieve me, ..en ..is hits the ..reets you .an rake in an easy ...dred."
".ine, but if it don't, all .eals are off .etween us."
The person selling the V was talking in a softer voice making harder to understand what he was saying, Max guessed that he was an Aesir employee, the other was practically yelling,in all likelihood one of the Punchinello's men, heping that there was still something to salvage from the carcass of the punchinello empire, that had once held New York in it's grip. Max kicked the door, hard. It was not particularly sturdy and flew open. His assumptions about the occupants of the room were correct.
A lot had happened at that instant when Max entered the room. The gangsters face twisted from one of surprise from seeing the door kicked open to one of sheer terror at seeing Max Payne, the man who in only a few days had become their greatest nemesis and fear. He stood frozen in his panic. The Aesir employees face remained expressionless. He quickly reached for a shotgun that was on the table in front of him, and blindly fired in the direction of the door. Max was more than prepared and had ample time to jump sideways. The shotgun shell smashed into door sending sparks flying. Max, while in the air fired as many rounds as he could into the Aesir employee. Two bullets struck him in the base of the throat creating a spray of blood. Another hit him in the stomach causing a puddle of blood to stain his white business shirt and the last hit just above the jaw, dislodging and smashing teeth. Max quickly spun on his feet towards the gangster. He was desperately fumbling around the table for his weapon spouting more obscenities than most people do in a lifetime. Max pointed his berretta at him
"I wouldn't if were you"
"All right, all right, fuck, I surrender."
"Tell may where the V is coming from and I might let you live,"
"I don't bloody know where..."
Max pressed his berretta against the gangsters head.
"Are you sure about that."
"You,,you cant just fucking shoot an unarmed man"
"There a few people who said the exact same thing y'know. Care to meet them."
Max pressed the gun harder against the head
"but..but..you, how they fucking arrested you I saw the news. Oh, oh fuck you've escaped, that means they're on your tail, if you kill me."
"They've got me for the murders of two DEA agents, the head of one of the worlds biggest multinationals and countless employees, not to mention the cops I whacked during my escape, do you really think I'm worried about what they'll think about some small time punk"
The gangsters face twisted in terror
"Ok, ok look, all I know is that they've got a warehouse, 88 Thor Street, thats where all the stuff, heavy shit there, tons of guards we don't ever go near there that's all I know please don't kill me"
"On your back, now"
The gangster was in far too much fear to do otherwise. He suddenly felt something heavy on his wrists. He almost immediately realised it was the all too familiar feeling of a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey what the fuck?"
Max casually pulled out his DEA ID and held it in front of the gangsters face.
"You are under arrest for purchasing illicit substances with intent to supply, do you require your rights to be read?"
Throughout the barrage of insults that followed Max gathered he heard a no. He pulled out his radio and called for someone to pick up the unfortunate gangster. His attention was suddenly taken a television in the corner of a room as an anchorman said
"..Ms. Tracy Koil, the new CEO of Aesir has vowed to bring the company back to power and to clean it up. The company, whose stocks have fallen 80 percent after the attack against their headquarters, suffered another serious blow when it emerged, earlier this morning, that although acting independently from the company, Nicole Horne the previous CEO of Aesir was responsible for mass distribution of the drug known as Valkyr. Ms Horne died during the attack. In another news, Max Payne, the man who waged a one man war on crime has been released after it emerged that his seemingly far fetched story about having been a DEA agent has been declared true, and evidence has clearly indicated that he was either innocent or not accountable for all the crimes he alledgedly commited. In a seemingly unrelated incident..."
Tracy Koil had preffered to keep out of the spotlight and as a result knew very little about her or her connection to V. The enigma continued to deepen around him.