MAX:
Max Payne parked the BF Injection on the road across the street from Portland Harbor. Watching the Black Mafia Sentinal slowly approach the Building. It was a fairly small place and Max could only guess what the three men would be doing going there. His best guess was a drug deal. Until they got out of the car, then he changed his mind.
Trent gets out of the back and shoves a pistol into the front of his belt. He covers it quickly with his red T-shirt. The other white guy with him takes a shotgun and hides it in his baggy pant leg concealing it perfectly from view. He shakes his leg a couple times; the shotgun stays fairly firm without falling from his pants. The other man sees this and does the same thing; all of this is done on the right side of the car out of view of the front entrance.
The three of them approach the front of the building. A man at the door looks at Trent suspiciously. Trent turns around and lifts his arms so that the doorman can search him. The man pats down Trent's side. Trent pulls his pistol from his belt and turns around jamming it into the doorman's chin.
Max can see a brief dialogue before all four men enter the building. A loud sound explodes from inside. A gunshot. Max is terrified that Trent has shot the doorman. He jumps from the BF Injection and takes out his now famous double Berretta combination, running for the front entrance. He stops halfway there and points his guns at the door, waiting for them to come out.
Shots can be coming from inside the building. The man with the leather jacket and Trent come out, the man with the jacket ahead of Trent. Trent has a full bag of something, probably money. The two of them are running to Max's right towards the rear of the Sentinal. Max lifts his two guns.
"Freeze!"
Neither man reacts, Max shoots at the Sentinal. The man in the leather jacket jumps inside and starts the car. Trent turns around slowly with his hands in the air along with his gun and the bag.
"Well, well, well, Max Payne. How's it goin' Max."
"Put the gun and the bag down on the ground and walk towards me."
Trent lowers his hands down to his waist then he smiles at Max and shrugs. His face quickly changes and he aims his gun directly at Max. Max doesn't jump he just falls backwards as the bullets glide narrowly past him. He hits the pavement.
Trent waves at the Mafia Sentinal screaming, "FIDO GO! GO! GO!"
The car burns rubber than hauls ass away from the crime scene. Max had heard him say Fido, it was probably the worst alias Max had ever heard in his life.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! He fires up at Trent. Each shot was followed by the loud 'CLINK' of metal on metal. Max misses Trent with every shot hitting instead a Diablo Stallion that's parked near the building along with another Diablo Stallion and a Triad Fish Van. The other Stallion and the Fish Van take off in Fido's direction but the first one remains.
Max gets to his feet. Trent jumps into the parked Diablo Stallion as four of Max's bullets alter the exterior narrowly missing Trent. Max hears the 'pat, pat, pat' of running steps in the rain behind him: the third guy. The Diablo Stallion drives away but it swerves wildly out of control, like something is wrong.
'Maybe I hit him' Max thinks. He ignores it and decides to focus on the last man. He doesn't chase him very long before deciding to fire into the air. The man stops and slowly turns around.
"Hey 8-ball."
"Do I know you?"
"No I don't know you either. Do you really call yourself 8-ball? I saw your shop... and I heard that you were dead."
"I am... Max Payne right I read about you, Mr. 'Mafia Killer' fugitive New York cop. Heard you can dodge bullets, sure you don't want to make a cut. You can make a fortune as a criminal. Bullet Dodger."
"After my wife died, each of my feet have always stood on either side of a very shady line between criminal and cop, but I've always been more cop. Sorry 8-ball." Max says sarcastically.
"Then you ain't gonna' like what happens next." 8-ball raises his shotgun and quickly pumps it and pulls the trigger.
Max jumps and has no chance to fire back; shotgun pellets stretch, it was hard enough trying to dodge them without having to fire at the same time. Eventually Max does it but misses every shot. Max had only jumped to his right slightly; he was still on his feet. The shotgun pellets had just missed his belly.
After they glided past him, time went back to normal. They speed up, and Max looks to where they go. They strike a Triad only inches away from Max, right in the legs and around the crotch. He falls down screaming.
A whole group of about eight Triads had been standing behind Max the whole time; they blamed Max for most of the damage done to their friend because he had moved away from the blast.
They scream at him for a few minutes in Chinese, of course he can't understand them. Most of them raise their weapons at him. He has no choice he frantically blows hole in them. Hitting them in random places. One of the men is hit twice in the chest and falls backwards. A familiar Diablo Stallion swerves by and the Triad slams into it hard, the blow kills him, and his blood paints the door of the car.
Max gets a grip on himself, pops some painkillers and looks at the bloody massacre. Then a realization hits Max like a ton of bricks.
8-ball is gone.
Max Payne parked the BF Injection on the road across the street from Portland Harbor. Watching the Black Mafia Sentinal slowly approach the Building. It was a fairly small place and Max could only guess what the three men would be doing going there. His best guess was a drug deal. Until they got out of the car, then he changed his mind.
Trent gets out of the back and shoves a pistol into the front of his belt. He covers it quickly with his red T-shirt. The other white guy with him takes a shotgun and hides it in his baggy pant leg concealing it perfectly from view. He shakes his leg a couple times; the shotgun stays fairly firm without falling from his pants. The other man sees this and does the same thing; all of this is done on the right side of the car out of view of the front entrance.
The three of them approach the front of the building. A man at the door looks at Trent suspiciously. Trent turns around and lifts his arms so that the doorman can search him. The man pats down Trent's side. Trent pulls his pistol from his belt and turns around jamming it into the doorman's chin.
Max can see a brief dialogue before all four men enter the building. A loud sound explodes from inside. A gunshot. Max is terrified that Trent has shot the doorman. He jumps from the BF Injection and takes out his now famous double Berretta combination, running for the front entrance. He stops halfway there and points his guns at the door, waiting for them to come out.
Shots can be coming from inside the building. The man with the leather jacket and Trent come out, the man with the jacket ahead of Trent. Trent has a full bag of something, probably money. The two of them are running to Max's right towards the rear of the Sentinal. Max lifts his two guns.
"Freeze!"
Neither man reacts, Max shoots at the Sentinal. The man in the leather jacket jumps inside and starts the car. Trent turns around slowly with his hands in the air along with his gun and the bag.
"Well, well, well, Max Payne. How's it goin' Max."
"Put the gun and the bag down on the ground and walk towards me."
Trent lowers his hands down to his waist then he smiles at Max and shrugs. His face quickly changes and he aims his gun directly at Max. Max doesn't jump he just falls backwards as the bullets glide narrowly past him. He hits the pavement.
Trent waves at the Mafia Sentinal screaming, "FIDO GO! GO! GO!"
The car burns rubber than hauls ass away from the crime scene. Max had heard him say Fido, it was probably the worst alias Max had ever heard in his life.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! He fires up at Trent. Each shot was followed by the loud 'CLINK' of metal on metal. Max misses Trent with every shot hitting instead a Diablo Stallion that's parked near the building along with another Diablo Stallion and a Triad Fish Van. The other Stallion and the Fish Van take off in Fido's direction but the first one remains.
Max gets to his feet. Trent jumps into the parked Diablo Stallion as four of Max's bullets alter the exterior narrowly missing Trent. Max hears the 'pat, pat, pat' of running steps in the rain behind him: the third guy. The Diablo Stallion drives away but it swerves wildly out of control, like something is wrong.
'Maybe I hit him' Max thinks. He ignores it and decides to focus on the last man. He doesn't chase him very long before deciding to fire into the air. The man stops and slowly turns around.
"Hey 8-ball."
"Do I know you?"
"No I don't know you either. Do you really call yourself 8-ball? I saw your shop... and I heard that you were dead."
"I am... Max Payne right I read about you, Mr. 'Mafia Killer' fugitive New York cop. Heard you can dodge bullets, sure you don't want to make a cut. You can make a fortune as a criminal. Bullet Dodger."
"After my wife died, each of my feet have always stood on either side of a very shady line between criminal and cop, but I've always been more cop. Sorry 8-ball." Max says sarcastically.
"Then you ain't gonna' like what happens next." 8-ball raises his shotgun and quickly pumps it and pulls the trigger.
Max jumps and has no chance to fire back; shotgun pellets stretch, it was hard enough trying to dodge them without having to fire at the same time. Eventually Max does it but misses every shot. Max had only jumped to his right slightly; he was still on his feet. The shotgun pellets had just missed his belly.
After they glided past him, time went back to normal. They speed up, and Max looks to where they go. They strike a Triad only inches away from Max, right in the legs and around the crotch. He falls down screaming.
A whole group of about eight Triads had been standing behind Max the whole time; they blamed Max for most of the damage done to their friend because he had moved away from the blast.
They scream at him for a few minutes in Chinese, of course he can't understand them. Most of them raise their weapons at him. He has no choice he frantically blows hole in them. Hitting them in random places. One of the men is hit twice in the chest and falls backwards. A familiar Diablo Stallion swerves by and the Triad slams into it hard, the blow kills him, and his blood paints the door of the car.
Max gets a grip on himself, pops some painkillers and looks at the bloody massacre. Then a realization hits Max like a ton of bricks.
8-ball is gone.