8-BALL:
Aftermath:
Gunshots ring out behind 8-ball. He knows what to do, he stops and turns around. He knows who it is of course, almost everyone had heard of the famous New York cop who could dodge bullets.
"Hey 8-ball."
8-ball is surprised that Max new his name, "Do I know you?" the only thing he can think of is Max had called in a background check. "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." Yeah, he'd definately called in a background check. He was talking about his bomb shop, and reports read that 8-ball and Fido had died in an explosion several years earlier.
"I am..." 8-ball says jokingly, "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." 8-ball was only half joking, he was hoping that Max might possibly take him up on his offer.
"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."
"Then you ain't gonna' like what happens next." he raises his shotgun.
Not unlike Trent, 8-ball would rather not go to jail for killing a cop, 8-ball didn't want to kill anybody. That was probably the biggest difference between him and Fido. While Fido always had a reason for killing someone, business or otherwise, 8-ball never saw a reason to kill anyone except survival.
He'd gotten into the business because he like the excitment, of car chases and shootouts, and especially bombs. The people he delt with, he tried to make sure they had a good reason for going to his shop, and he often reversed the product onto the costumer when he heard they were going to use it on children. He also remembered that people die every day thousands of people, and if they didn't the the world would be overpopulated. Besides it's not his fault who gets caught up in this stuff, he didn't necessarily beleive in fate but he believed in the nature of the world.
He thinks to himself, 'I hope you can really dodge bullets.' and he pulls the trigger. to his amazement Max jumps only slightly, he turns on his heals, and curves his upper-body, leaning forward slightly.
The shot jolts forward and blasts a Triad in the crotch. 'Holy shit!' he thinks to himself, wondering if he'd get more of the blame. To his surprise they blame the cop.
He runs through portland harbor for a few minutes until he comes to a huge area with mostly yellow buildings around him. He comes to an area where the only thing around him is a fenced off area to his left, and a yellow building to his right. Exhausted he decides to take a breather.
He is approached by three Triads coming from the same direction he was, walking towards him, the one in the middle has a baseball bat. 'I'm a dead man.'
He had an idea why they were aproaching him, he'd done a job in their territory without permission. He walks up to Triad in the middle. He doesn't hesitate he slams his fist into the Triads face, the hard smacking sound of a right hand. The Triad hits the concrete. "Motherfucker!" 8-ball quickly grabs the baseball bat and hits the guy to his right directly in the stomach, then in the head as he falls. He quickly turns his attention to the man on his left, he kicks him into the steal fence and beats him repeatedly with the bat until the man slips into unconsciousness.
He catches his breathe then looks down at the unconscious Triad. A Desert eagle is tucked frimly in his belt. 8-ball grabs it and drops the bat. Then he walks towards a grass field near the Police Station. Before he moves a foot away, a hand grabs him from the ground. It's the man 8-ball had decked in the face. He has 8-ball's foot with his left hand, and his right hand is pointing a Barretta directly at 8-ball.
8-ball jumps back when he sees the gun and accidentally pulls the trigger. Shooting the Triad in the spinal cord on his neck.
Suddenly a Diablo Stallion rolls towards him at high speeds, he has no choice. He fires blindly as it zooms forward. It narrowly misses him and he fires his last shot at the car into the left windshield. The front and left windsheild are splashed with blood. He got him.
He had turned all the way around following the car as it moved while he was shooting at it. Now he just watched it roll on gaining speed through the grass feild.
A Black Sentinal shoots through the road on the other side of the field. A Diablo Stallion close behind. The Sentinal narrowly misses contact with the speeding Diablo car that 8-ball had shot. The other Stallion however was not so lucky. It slams hard into the left side of the other Diablo car, which flies through a glass display case. A speeding Triad Fish van swerves past the wreckage in pursuit of the Mafia Sentinal.
8-ball is shocked. He just remembers, 'Trent was in a Diablo Stallion!' He runs through the grass field towards the accident.
"Trent! TRENT!" He doesn't get any further, a hard crack is heard behind him. A fierce pain to the back of his skull. He hits the soft wet ground, and smells the scent of moist grass before his final thoughts enter his head. 'I'm dying.'
Then 8-ball fades into a black world, where nothing exists.
Aftermath:
Gunshots ring out behind 8-ball. He knows what to do, he stops and turns around. He knows who it is of course, almost everyone had heard of the famous New York cop who could dodge bullets.
"Hey 8-ball."
8-ball is surprised that Max new his name, "Do I know you?" the only thing he can think of is Max had called in a background check. "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." Yeah, he'd definately called in a background check. He was talking about his bomb shop, and reports read that 8-ball and Fido had died in an explosion several years earlier.
"I am..." 8-ball says jokingly, "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." 8-ball was only half joking, he was hoping that Max might possibly take him up on his offer.
"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."
"Then you ain't gonna' like what happens next." he raises his shotgun.
Not unlike Trent, 8-ball would rather not go to jail for killing a cop, 8-ball didn't want to kill anybody. That was probably the biggest difference between him and Fido. While Fido always had a reason for killing someone, business or otherwise, 8-ball never saw a reason to kill anyone except survival.
He'd gotten into the business because he like the excitment, of car chases and shootouts, and especially bombs. The people he delt with, he tried to make sure they had a good reason for going to his shop, and he often reversed the product onto the costumer when he heard they were going to use it on children. He also remembered that people die every day thousands of people, and if they didn't the the world would be overpopulated. Besides it's not his fault who gets caught up in this stuff, he didn't necessarily beleive in fate but he believed in the nature of the world.
He thinks to himself, 'I hope you can really dodge bullets.' and he pulls the trigger. to his amazement Max jumps only slightly, he turns on his heals, and curves his upper-body, leaning forward slightly.
The shot jolts forward and blasts a Triad in the crotch. 'Holy shit!' he thinks to himself, wondering if he'd get more of the blame. To his surprise they blame the cop.
He runs through portland harbor for a few minutes until he comes to a huge area with mostly yellow buildings around him. He comes to an area where the only thing around him is a fenced off area to his left, and a yellow building to his right. Exhausted he decides to take a breather.
He is approached by three Triads coming from the same direction he was, walking towards him, the one in the middle has a baseball bat. 'I'm a dead man.'
He had an idea why they were aproaching him, he'd done a job in their territory without permission. He walks up to Triad in the middle. He doesn't hesitate he slams his fist into the Triads face, the hard smacking sound of a right hand. The Triad hits the concrete. "Motherfucker!" 8-ball quickly grabs the baseball bat and hits the guy to his right directly in the stomach, then in the head as he falls. He quickly turns his attention to the man on his left, he kicks him into the steal fence and beats him repeatedly with the bat until the man slips into unconsciousness.
He catches his breathe then looks down at the unconscious Triad. A Desert eagle is tucked frimly in his belt. 8-ball grabs it and drops the bat. Then he walks towards a grass field near the Police Station. Before he moves a foot away, a hand grabs him from the ground. It's the man 8-ball had decked in the face. He has 8-ball's foot with his left hand, and his right hand is pointing a Barretta directly at 8-ball.
8-ball jumps back when he sees the gun and accidentally pulls the trigger. Shooting the Triad in the spinal cord on his neck.
Suddenly a Diablo Stallion rolls towards him at high speeds, he has no choice. He fires blindly as it zooms forward. It narrowly misses him and he fires his last shot at the car into the left windshield. The front and left windsheild are splashed with blood. He got him.
He had turned all the way around following the car as it moved while he was shooting at it. Now he just watched it roll on gaining speed through the grass feild.
A Black Sentinal shoots through the road on the other side of the field. A Diablo Stallion close behind. The Sentinal narrowly misses contact with the speeding Diablo car that 8-ball had shot. The other Stallion however was not so lucky. It slams hard into the left side of the other Diablo car, which flies through a glass display case. A speeding Triad Fish van swerves past the wreckage in pursuit of the Mafia Sentinal.
8-ball is shocked. He just remembers, 'Trent was in a Diablo Stallion!' He runs through the grass field towards the accident.
"Trent! TRENT!" He doesn't get any further, a hard crack is heard behind him. A fierce pain to the back of his skull. He hits the soft wet ground, and smells the scent of moist grass before his final thoughts enter his head. 'I'm dying.'
Then 8-ball fades into a black world, where nothing exists.