The bridge seemed to take longer to cross then Max
thought it would. But, just about every bridge in London
was, so it was something Max was used to. Even though he
stayed in the country for only a couple weeks now,
a thing such as this is easy to adapt to. As he swayed
his arms while walking, he felt something hard under his
jacket. Max took a peek, and saw a Desert Eagle staring
back at him from it's holster. Seeing that the bridge
was barren, Max took it out, and examined it. The clip
contained all twelve rounds in it, reflecting any light
shined onto it. Max put it back into it's holster, will
it rested. The sound of a car engine was heard in the
distace, coming down the bridge towards Max. A black
Chrysler pulled up next to Max. Another man wearing
a black suit stepped out of the passenger side.
"Please come with us," he said.
"No," was the reply.
The man wearing black took a step towards Max.
Feeling threatened, Max took out his Desert Eagle, and fired a round into the man's chest. The force of the bullet blew him onto the hood of the car. Two other men then jumpped out of the car. One from the driver's seat,
and the other from the back seat. Max took them out with a single bullet for each. He pushed the dead body off the hood, then searched their bodies for anything important. With having no luck in finding anything, Max sat into the driver's seat of the car. Seeing the keys in the ingnition, he turned them, granting him the ability to drive.
Meanwhile, in a bunker deep underground, two men try to figure out a way to capture Max.
"We sent about three men after him, and no response.
I don't know what we should do."
"I would go there myself, but I don't feel like going to London at the moment. Hmm, I see that he is very skilled. I can't wait to fight him."
The other man looked at him with a look of disgust.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I must fight him. That is what he has been doing all this time. You think that it is all one big assassination, but its not. He goes around the world,
just to fight people to the death. But not just anybody,
people trained in the same class as him."
"And what class is that?"
The other man looked at him with a small, simple, smirk.
"Mine."
Back in London, Max found his way back into the city,
where he tried to find a way out of. He stopped the car,
and walked into a pawn shop, hoping they would have directions. He waited at the counter, waiting for the owner to appoarch Max. As he stood there, he could hear foot steps behind him. Max took a quick glance into a window, which showed the reflection of a man in black behind him. Max spun around, kicking the man in the face, which sended him into the ground. Max got onto his knees, and grabbed the man by his shirt collar.
"Who are you?" He asked violently.
But then, the man broke free from Max's grip, and kicked him in the chest. Max took that as his answer. In a place like this, using his Desert Eagle would be a bad idea, so he kept in holstered. The man came running towards Max in a rage of killing him. He tried to throw a punch, but Max blocked it, and kicked him in the chest in return. He flew into the counter, will he layed hurt. Max went over to him, but saw that he was unconsious. Max didn't know why these people were after him. He just wanted to get out fast.
"Freeze!" A man yelled from behind.
Max turned around and saw two cops standing behind eachother in the doorway. One of them stepped towards Max with his gun drawn at him. Max then knocked the gun out of his hand, and fired it at the two cops. They too,
layed on the ground in a deep crimson puddle. The last thing Max needed, was to be after the country, if he wasn't already.
"Please come with us," he said.
"No," was the reply.
The man wearing black took a step towards Max.
Feeling threatened, Max took out his Desert Eagle, and fired a round into the man's chest. The force of the bullet blew him onto the hood of the car. Two other men then jumpped out of the car. One from the driver's seat,
and the other from the back seat. Max took them out with a single bullet for each. He pushed the dead body off the hood, then searched their bodies for anything important. With having no luck in finding anything, Max sat into the driver's seat of the car. Seeing the keys in the ingnition, he turned them, granting him the ability to drive.
Meanwhile, in a bunker deep underground, two men try to figure out a way to capture Max.
"We sent about three men after him, and no response.
I don't know what we should do."
"I would go there myself, but I don't feel like going to London at the moment. Hmm, I see that he is very skilled. I can't wait to fight him."
The other man looked at him with a look of disgust.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I must fight him. That is what he has been doing all this time. You think that it is all one big assassination, but its not. He goes around the world,
just to fight people to the death. But not just anybody,
people trained in the same class as him."
"And what class is that?"
The other man looked at him with a small, simple, smirk.
"Mine."
Back in London, Max found his way back into the city,
where he tried to find a way out of. He stopped the car,
and walked into a pawn shop, hoping they would have directions. He waited at the counter, waiting for the owner to appoarch Max. As he stood there, he could hear foot steps behind him. Max took a quick glance into a window, which showed the reflection of a man in black behind him. Max spun around, kicking the man in the face, which sended him into the ground. Max got onto his knees, and grabbed the man by his shirt collar.
"Who are you?" He asked violently.
But then, the man broke free from Max's grip, and kicked him in the chest. Max took that as his answer. In a place like this, using his Desert Eagle would be a bad idea, so he kept in holstered. The man came running towards Max in a rage of killing him. He tried to throw a punch, but Max blocked it, and kicked him in the chest in return. He flew into the counter, will he layed hurt. Max went over to him, but saw that he was unconsious. Max didn't know why these people were after him. He just wanted to get out fast.
"Freeze!" A man yelled from behind.
Max turned around and saw two cops standing behind eachother in the doorway. One of them stepped towards Max with his gun drawn at him. Max then knocked the gun out of his hand, and fired it at the two cops. They too,
layed on the ground in a deep crimson puddle. The last thing Max needed, was to be after the country, if he wasn't already.