MAX:
Max sits at a payphone outside a large Diablo apartment complex, holding the reciever to his ear, trying to hear over gunshots. His boss was on the other line comfortably drinking coffee in his easy-chair.
"This is the most unproffessional investagation I've ever been sent on!"
"Remember not to think of it as an investagation Max, think of it as a killing spree."
"I really don't think I'm going to fully enjoy working in this department anymore."
"Relax Max, I was only kidding. You know what I mean, I sent you down there to take out scumbags. Remember Max, these are the same kind of people who got your wife and baby girl, shouldn't that mean something to you."
"You're right," he said hanging up the phone, he finishes the sentence in his head, 'but it doesn't.'
He looks over at the Diablo Apartment as gunshots grow louder and louder. Out of the side window of the building a man falls out covered in blood. He gets to his feet, limping, as several Diablos approach him.
'Holy shit, it's 8-ball' 8-ball skillfully snatches two guns from his pocket and wastes them like it was the St.Valantines Day massacre, none of them even had time to react. Max can't believe it 8-ball takes all of the Diablos out with no problem at all yet he looks like he's been through hell and back.
8-balls hands leak blood as Max watches him fire holes through glass. 8-ball removes the two men from the Stallion and starts to drive in Max's direction with no windshields. Max tries to find a place to hide but can't, too late now. 8-ball steps on the gas and Max feels the pain hit him in slow motion, 'goddamn I hate it when that happens' he thinks to himself. He gets a grip so that the pain won't last as long, and his slow motion perception stops. He slides over the hood of the car again and violently his face smacks the pavement, he feels a burning sensation in his mouth, and sees the blood slide slowly across the rocky ground away from his face.
Max hears a car door open and footsteps, "You motherfucker!" 8-ball says grabbing Max's arms he lifts him up off the ground.
"What... The hell are you... gonna' do?" Max asks him.
"I don't know what I'm going to do, not completely anyway. See that doesn't matter though, 'cause now I got a car. That means I got a trunk, and I can keep you in there until I figure out what the fuck I'm going to do."
"Oh great," Max smiles, before he can get another word out 8-ball punches him in the face and shoves him in the trunk.
Then there was only pain.
Max sits at a payphone outside a large Diablo apartment complex, holding the reciever to his ear, trying to hear over gunshots. His boss was on the other line comfortably drinking coffee in his easy-chair.
"This is the most unproffessional investagation I've ever been sent on!"
"Remember not to think of it as an investagation Max, think of it as a killing spree."
"I really don't think I'm going to fully enjoy working in this department anymore."
"Relax Max, I was only kidding. You know what I mean, I sent you down there to take out scumbags. Remember Max, these are the same kind of people who got your wife and baby girl, shouldn't that mean something to you."
"You're right," he said hanging up the phone, he finishes the sentence in his head, 'but it doesn't.'
He looks over at the Diablo Apartment as gunshots grow louder and louder. Out of the side window of the building a man falls out covered in blood. He gets to his feet, limping, as several Diablos approach him.
'Holy shit, it's 8-ball' 8-ball skillfully snatches two guns from his pocket and wastes them like it was the St.Valantines Day massacre, none of them even had time to react. Max can't believe it 8-ball takes all of the Diablos out with no problem at all yet he looks like he's been through hell and back.
8-balls hands leak blood as Max watches him fire holes through glass. 8-ball removes the two men from the Stallion and starts to drive in Max's direction with no windshields. Max tries to find a place to hide but can't, too late now. 8-ball steps on the gas and Max feels the pain hit him in slow motion, 'goddamn I hate it when that happens' he thinks to himself. He gets a grip so that the pain won't last as long, and his slow motion perception stops. He slides over the hood of the car again and violently his face smacks the pavement, he feels a burning sensation in his mouth, and sees the blood slide slowly across the rocky ground away from his face.
Max hears a car door open and footsteps, "You motherfucker!" 8-ball says grabbing Max's arms he lifts him up off the ground.
"What... The hell are you... gonna' do?" Max asks him.
"I don't know what I'm going to do, not completely anyway. See that doesn't matter though, 'cause now I got a car. That means I got a trunk, and I can keep you in there until I figure out what the fuck I'm going to do."
"Oh great," Max smiles, before he can get another word out 8-ball punches him in the face and shoves him in the trunk.
Then there was only pain.