FIDO TRENT & 8-BALL:
Fido had driven the car to Portland Harbor from the Red Light. He was in an area where the Triad's factory could almost be seen to the right of the Diablo 'wrestling ring'. He circled around the street so that the car's left side would be facing the building and the front would be pointing towards the road to Eddie's Auto Parts to ensure a quick getaway.
The rendezvous point wasn't Eddie's that was just a precaution; the real rendezvous was to drive to Tony's place. Which was dangerous because the quickest way there guaranteed a close personal look at Liberty's finest: the police station. Still, that was the fastest way out of their territory that gave them a good chance to shake loose anyone chasing them.
They all got out on the right side of the car to obscure the view of the doorman. Trent hides a pistol in the front of his shirt and covers it to the best of his ability, which turns out to be pretty good. Fido grabs a shotgun from the floor of the car and hides the gun in his pants, it seems to fit well in his pant leg, he shakes his foot to be sure, 'solid'. 8-ball looks at Fido then grab a shotgun from the floor of the car as well.
"That's a good idea." He says smiling. Then he copies what Fido had done, jamming the shotgun into his pant leg.
None of them had talked until that point, the tension was building and this job was going to be hard. Luckily, Tony had generously supplied them with an arsenal that a small army would be envious of, the floor of their Sentinal looked like they had robbed Ammunation.
Trent looks at 8-ball then at Fido, "You ready to do this."
They all walk up to the front of the building, the doorman eyes Trent suspiciously. He plays cool and turns his back to the doorman raising his arms. The doorman quickly pats down his sides. Trent snaps the gun away from his belt and turns violently jamming the barrel into the man's chin.
"This what you're lookin' for?"
The man smiles, "Somethin' to that effect yeah..."
"Get your ass in there!" 8-ball says shoving the man inside.
The level floor is a cover, they quickly move down the stares. The bottom floor is huge. They are in a narrow underground hallway, to the left of them is an arena cleverly built and soundproof, to the right of them is a roomful of people counting money. Bags of it are everywhere but Tony had said to get what was in the safe, so - just in case - they would have to open the safe.
Trent fires a shot into the air, and all the men stop counting.
"Everbody move your fuckin' asses to this corner of the room on my right, though it is next to the door I guarantee you wouldn't make it if you run. If ANY of you want to live I suggest you shut the fuck up and do what your told."
Most of them quickly move to the corner of the room, but one of them stands where he is, like he's terrified.
"You understand English man? Do what everyone else's doin'."
The man, wide eyed, pulls a gun from his coat and points it at Trent. Shaking, he doesn't get a chance to pull the trigger. All three of them shoot him at the same time; two shotgun blasts and four 9mm bullets rip gaping holes, tearing flesh. The gory display is a warning to all.
"See what happened to him?" 8-ball says, he grabs one of the counters by the shirt and lifts him up tossing him in front of the safe. "Open it,"
"I don't know the combi-"
"I know the combination just open the safe." He pulls back the pump on the shotgun and sticks it in his face, "Twenty-five seventeen."
The safe's lock is an unusual rolling number lock, four knobs with numbers lined up next to each other. The man shakily manages to put in the combination. The safe clicks and pops open. Inside is a tied bag 8-ball grabs it and throws it to Trent. They all grab a small share from other bags. Then Trent and Fido rush up the stairs. 8-ball stays behind them, moving slowly, on short-term guard duty.
Fido and Trent dart out the door, they are stunned when they are confronted by a man in a leather jacket holding to handguns in their direction. Trent recognizes the man immediately; Max Payne.
Fido sprints towards the car, his lungs feel like he's been drowning in a vat of acid, the amount of panic is setting in. He was always terrified of getting caught, and he was going to make sure that that was never going to happen again.
"Freeze!"
The bullets wiz past the Sentinal as Fido finally makes it inside. Though he'd only ran a few yards it seemed like it took him forever to make it to the car. He sits impatiently waiting on Trent.
"Well, well, well, Max Payne. How's it goin' Max." Trent can't believe his eyes. New York City had sent Max Payne after him. He'd only met Max once busted for possession.
"Put the gun and the bag down on the ground and walk towards me."
'Max Payne always trying to be professional.' Trent thinks to himself.
Trent had heard that Max could dodge bullets, he wasn't going to kill him, but he needed Max to slow down. Just in case he actually hit Max, he'd have to try and get him in the shoulder. He lowers his arms then quickly springs one arm back up and fires a few bullets in Max's direction.
Max hits the ground, and Trent sees his window.
He waves to Fido, "FIDO GO! GO! GO!"
Fido takes off without hesitation. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A ray of bullets fly past Trent, he hears 'CLINK, CLINK, CLINK' the sound of fractured metal. Trent knew that sound, Max was hitting a car. He spots two Diablo Stallions and a Triad Fish Van. The Stallion and the Van take off towards the Fido.
Trent runs frantically for the parked Stallion four bullets almost catch his right side as he jumps into the car. A rock-hard pain strikes him dead on the left side of his face, and he drops his gun.
8-ball saw Fido and Trent leave without him he doesn't blame them, or even care, but now he was stuck. The splash of his running footstep gives him away.
He's caught.
Fido had driven the car to Portland Harbor from the Red Light. He was in an area where the Triad's factory could almost be seen to the right of the Diablo 'wrestling ring'. He circled around the street so that the car's left side would be facing the building and the front would be pointing towards the road to Eddie's Auto Parts to ensure a quick getaway.
The rendezvous point wasn't Eddie's that was just a precaution; the real rendezvous was to drive to Tony's place. Which was dangerous because the quickest way there guaranteed a close personal look at Liberty's finest: the police station. Still, that was the fastest way out of their territory that gave them a good chance to shake loose anyone chasing them.
They all got out on the right side of the car to obscure the view of the doorman. Trent hides a pistol in the front of his shirt and covers it to the best of his ability, which turns out to be pretty good. Fido grabs a shotgun from the floor of the car and hides the gun in his pants, it seems to fit well in his pant leg, he shakes his foot to be sure, 'solid'. 8-ball looks at Fido then grab a shotgun from the floor of the car as well.
"That's a good idea." He says smiling. Then he copies what Fido had done, jamming the shotgun into his pant leg.
None of them had talked until that point, the tension was building and this job was going to be hard. Luckily, Tony had generously supplied them with an arsenal that a small army would be envious of, the floor of their Sentinal looked like they had robbed Ammunation.
Trent looks at 8-ball then at Fido, "You ready to do this."
They all walk up to the front of the building, the doorman eyes Trent suspiciously. He plays cool and turns his back to the doorman raising his arms. The doorman quickly pats down his sides. Trent snaps the gun away from his belt and turns violently jamming the barrel into the man's chin.
"This what you're lookin' for?"
The man smiles, "Somethin' to that effect yeah..."
"Get your ass in there!" 8-ball says shoving the man inside.
The level floor is a cover, they quickly move down the stares. The bottom floor is huge. They are in a narrow underground hallway, to the left of them is an arena cleverly built and soundproof, to the right of them is a roomful of people counting money. Bags of it are everywhere but Tony had said to get what was in the safe, so - just in case - they would have to open the safe.
Trent fires a shot into the air, and all the men stop counting.
"Everbody move your fuckin' asses to this corner of the room on my right, though it is next to the door I guarantee you wouldn't make it if you run. If ANY of you want to live I suggest you shut the fuck up and do what your told."
Most of them quickly move to the corner of the room, but one of them stands where he is, like he's terrified.
"You understand English man? Do what everyone else's doin'."
The man, wide eyed, pulls a gun from his coat and points it at Trent. Shaking, he doesn't get a chance to pull the trigger. All three of them shoot him at the same time; two shotgun blasts and four 9mm bullets rip gaping holes, tearing flesh. The gory display is a warning to all.
"See what happened to him?" 8-ball says, he grabs one of the counters by the shirt and lifts him up tossing him in front of the safe. "Open it,"
"I don't know the combi-"
"I know the combination just open the safe." He pulls back the pump on the shotgun and sticks it in his face, "Twenty-five seventeen."
The safe's lock is an unusual rolling number lock, four knobs with numbers lined up next to each other. The man shakily manages to put in the combination. The safe clicks and pops open. Inside is a tied bag 8-ball grabs it and throws it to Trent. They all grab a small share from other bags. Then Trent and Fido rush up the stairs. 8-ball stays behind them, moving slowly, on short-term guard duty.
Fido and Trent dart out the door, they are stunned when they are confronted by a man in a leather jacket holding to handguns in their direction. Trent recognizes the man immediately; Max Payne.
Fido sprints towards the car, his lungs feel like he's been drowning in a vat of acid, the amount of panic is setting in. He was always terrified of getting caught, and he was going to make sure that that was never going to happen again.
"Freeze!"
The bullets wiz past the Sentinal as Fido finally makes it inside. Though he'd only ran a few yards it seemed like it took him forever to make it to the car. He sits impatiently waiting on Trent.
"Well, well, well, Max Payne. How's it goin' Max." Trent can't believe his eyes. New York City had sent Max Payne after him. He'd only met Max once busted for possession.
"Put the gun and the bag down on the ground and walk towards me."
'Max Payne always trying to be professional.' Trent thinks to himself.
Trent had heard that Max could dodge bullets, he wasn't going to kill him, but he needed Max to slow down. Just in case he actually hit Max, he'd have to try and get him in the shoulder. He lowers his arms then quickly springs one arm back up and fires a few bullets in Max's direction.
Max hits the ground, and Trent sees his window.
He waves to Fido, "FIDO GO! GO! GO!"
Fido takes off without hesitation. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A ray of bullets fly past Trent, he hears 'CLINK, CLINK, CLINK' the sound of fractured metal. Trent knew that sound, Max was hitting a car. He spots two Diablo Stallions and a Triad Fish Van. The Stallion and the Van take off towards the Fido.
Trent runs frantically for the parked Stallion four bullets almost catch his right side as he jumps into the car. A rock-hard pain strikes him dead on the left side of his face, and he drops his gun.
8-ball saw Fido and Trent leave without him he doesn't blame them, or even care, but now he was stuck. The splash of his running footstep gives him away.
He's caught.