8-BALL:
8-ball gets only feet away from the building when he spots Max Payne, looking around, frantically trying to find a place to hide. 8-ball can't believe it's him.
"Holy shit..."
He slams his foot down on the gas and the car slams into Max hard, Max slides across the hood and 8-ball quickly presses down on the brake and Max crashes to the ground. 8-ball gets out of the car, and approaches Max, "You motherfucker!" He lifts Max up off the ground, the splinters in his hands digging in deeper.
"What... The hell are you... gonna' do?" Max asks him gritting his teeth painfully.
"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."
8-ball reaches into the window of the car and presses a button, Max looks at the trunk as it opens.
"Oh great," 8-ball smashes a fist into Max's face before he can get another word out, he didn't want to hear any of Max's famous one liners. He shoves him into the trunk and closes it.
He checks his bandaged hands, he'd never taken the bandages off since he'd hurt them planting a bomb, he thought they looked really good, also it hid the fact that his hands looked like raw meat. His hand hurt like hell after punching Max, but the bleeding had become less profuse. Before it was flowing like a bathtub.
He checks his bullets, none left. "Shit!" he has to get to his bomb shop, if he doesn't then the Diablos will blow them up. A black Sentinal drives by and 8-ball spots Fido and Trent, on the dashboard 8-ball gets a semi-clear view of a bomb, Trent's hand rested on it, 'God, he looks like shit!' but 8-ball knew now that his shop in Harwood was safe.
Now he had to get to Shoreside Vale, he knew they would make it, but he feels the need to take out just one of those Diablo bastards for fucking with his business.
He laughs getting into the car, 'This day's just getting better and better.'
8-ball's bomb stop:
He pulls the car outside his bomb shop, he can't find the Sentinal that Trent and Fido were in, he easily spots two others, but the one they were in he knew had bullet holes in it. He had the mob on his side, but it was harder to feel safe without his boys around. The shooting has already started.
8-ball sneaks into a garage with a green van inside, he ducks in front of it's headlights, two Diablo's hold a conversation.
"If El Burro ever finds out about this shit we're fuckin' dead homes!"
"Fuck YOU MAN! You rat on me, and I'll fuckin' kill you right now!"
He hears a gun cock and a earth shattering flurry of loud spurts.
"Shit man... That was fucking close!"
"Yeah goddamn..."
Neither man has been shot, that means he killed a mobster if they kill too many of them 8-ball's shop is done for. He realizes this and crouches down low and holds his breathe. One of the men steps out to survey the area 8-ball takes advantage. He gets right behind the Diablo, "Hey!"
The man flinches and jerks around 8-ball gives him the hardest and most painful righthand, 8-ball's hand begins to bleed badly again. His knuckles are turning white, the Diablo swerves around from the blast and blood fly from his mouth and hits 8-ball in the eye. Gunfire ensues, 8-ball has no choice, he ignores it and snatches up the Diablo's M4.
"Now I'm in BUSINESS, you MOTHERFUCKERS!"
8-ball cocks the gun and runs out of the Garage firing like a soldier. "Come ON! MOTHERFUCKERS!" bullets tear through brick and concrete, creating dust flakes and debris. He gets three Diablos. The first Diablo is hit in the chest by thirty-seven rounds. 8-ball chases after another man who runs for his life, he swings the M4 back and fourth horizontally shooting a line of holes through the Diablo's back. Debris flys from a wall and sprays across a Diablo holding a forty-four Magnum. He's distracted and 8-ball guns him down like a dog.
He runs out of bullets two Diablos run toward him with guns. "HOLD IT! Motherfucker stay where you are!"
"You son of a bitch! I --"
8-ball ducks as the Diablo's left shoulder explodes like a landmine, his left side torn apart by a shotgun blast. He ducks down and flies into the other Diablo slamming him into a brick wall. His survival instincts take over. He punches the Diablo over and over in the gut, ignoring the pain. The Diablo takes a Desert Eagle and presses it to 8-ball's back. 8- ball stands up straight and strikes the Diablo twice as quick as a boxer. He hits him once in the throat and another time in the forehead above the left eye.
The man doesn't faint but he falls with his back to the wall, 8-ball grabs his gun and kicks the Diablo in the chest, pressing his whole foot on his ribs, yanking it from his hand. He cocks the gun and aims it at his face.
"Fuck with my shop you fuckin' asshole!" The wall in front of 8-ball explodes, he turns around quickly and fires frantically at the Diablo. The mobster with the shotgun comes out of nowhere and sticks the gun to the Diablo's head. He takes his sunglasses off and smiles putting them in his pocket. Then he pulls the trigger, and the front of the Diablo's face is torn apart by shotgun pellets. His lifeless body strikes the ground.
"Fuckin' Diablos! 8-ball right? Tony sent me to protect your shit. Come on we got to go, we'll take the van."
A Diablo bolts for the van gets in the Driver side. The mobster fires a blast but misses. He runs to the side of the van and stick his shotgun in the open window. 8-ball watches the Mobster get torn apart by lead. The van pulls out quickly, 8-ball reaches in his pocket and pulls out the bag with the gunpowder in it. His adrenaline pumps fast, he gets his lighter and finally sets the bag on fire. The van gets out and into the road.
8-ball chases after the van blasting fifty caliber holes through the back windshield, then he takes the lit bag and throws it like a baseball into the van. It stops, and 8-ball hears a loud 'POOF' sound, and a flash of light inside.
The Diablo comes running out burning, 8-ball fires holes into him and he flies backward and slams onto the Liberty street, a burning bloody mess. 8-ball runs over to his dead body and looks for a gun, he doesn't find it until he looks in the van, inside is another Desert Eagle. 'Diablos have a lot more guns then usual.' 8-ball thinks checking the bullets.
He runs back to his shop as he rounds a corner something strikes him hard in the face, and he drops to the ground. A wild eyed Diablo gets right on 8-ball and points black dual Desert Eagles right at 8-ball's chest, he can feel the pain as the barrels dig into his chest. 8- ball freaks and sticks his silver Eagles into the Diablos chest pulling the hammer back. The Diablo is keeping himself evelated by pressing his guns into 8-ball's chest, the pain is unbearable. He leans in close to 8-balls face, "LET'S SEE WHO SHOOTS FIRST!"
His eyeball explodes ripping his face to peices, he falls away from 8- ball's view. Over 8-ball stands Fido holding a smoking Magnum in his hands. Fido stands, the only man uninjured, he seemed completely impervious to any kind of situation. He cooly sticks the gun in his pocket, and smirks lightly, his eyebrow raise and lower quickly like 'I'm here'. Probably the happiest any of them had ever seen him.
8-ball pushes the Diablo's dead body off of him and takes Trent's outstretched hand.
"You okay 8-ball?" He asks tiredly.
"No. You?"
"Fuck no man. I'm like this close to being fuckin' dead."
8-ball lifts his shoulder and wipes the right side of his face rubbing blood off, it doesn't work that great, he takes his hand and slides it across his face, he glances at his palm and spots a large chunk of brain matter. He falls to his knees and nausiatingly spews vomit.
"Hey, 8-ball, you alright?"
"That is the most disgusting fuckin' thing I've ever seen."
A phone rings, Fido takes it out of his pocket and hands it to Trent.
"Yeah... Good... Yeah thanks." he shuts the cell phone and looks directly at 8-ball. "We fuckin' did it man, all of your bombshops are fine. That was hard too, in Harwood we had a shootout with the police, I didn't want to shoot any, but Fido got a couple. He disarmed the bomb too, it seems like there ain't shit he can't do."
8-ball laughs, "I taught him that." the three of them walk away from the carnage as Mafia Sentinals pull up, guards are inside ready to keep 8- ball's shop safe. 8-ball looks over at his Stallion, the trunk is punctured with holes and the lock is shot off. The trunk is wide open.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"I had Max Payne in there..."
"Shit...I got to go home and get some sleep." Trent says.
8-ball smiles, "I got to get fucking laid!" the three of them laugh soaking in their survival.
8-ball gets only feet away from the building when he spots Max Payne, looking around, frantically trying to find a place to hide. 8-ball can't believe it's him.
"Holy shit..."
He slams his foot down on the gas and the car slams into Max hard, Max slides across the hood and 8-ball quickly presses down on the brake and Max crashes to the ground. 8-ball gets out of the car, and approaches Max, "You motherfucker!" He lifts Max up off the ground, the splinters in his hands digging in deeper.
"What... The hell are you... gonna' do?" Max asks him gritting his teeth painfully.
"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."
8-ball reaches into the window of the car and presses a button, Max looks at the trunk as it opens.
"Oh great," 8-ball smashes a fist into Max's face before he can get another word out, he didn't want to hear any of Max's famous one liners. He shoves him into the trunk and closes it.
He checks his bandaged hands, he'd never taken the bandages off since he'd hurt them planting a bomb, he thought they looked really good, also it hid the fact that his hands looked like raw meat. His hand hurt like hell after punching Max, but the bleeding had become less profuse. Before it was flowing like a bathtub.
He checks his bullets, none left. "Shit!" he has to get to his bomb shop, if he doesn't then the Diablos will blow them up. A black Sentinal drives by and 8-ball spots Fido and Trent, on the dashboard 8-ball gets a semi-clear view of a bomb, Trent's hand rested on it, 'God, he looks like shit!' but 8-ball knew now that his shop in Harwood was safe.
Now he had to get to Shoreside Vale, he knew they would make it, but he feels the need to take out just one of those Diablo bastards for fucking with his business.
He laughs getting into the car, 'This day's just getting better and better.'
8-ball's bomb stop:
He pulls the car outside his bomb shop, he can't find the Sentinal that Trent and Fido were in, he easily spots two others, but the one they were in he knew had bullet holes in it. He had the mob on his side, but it was harder to feel safe without his boys around. The shooting has already started.
8-ball sneaks into a garage with a green van inside, he ducks in front of it's headlights, two Diablo's hold a conversation.
"If El Burro ever finds out about this shit we're fuckin' dead homes!"
"Fuck YOU MAN! You rat on me, and I'll fuckin' kill you right now!"
He hears a gun cock and a earth shattering flurry of loud spurts.
"Shit man... That was fucking close!"
"Yeah goddamn..."
Neither man has been shot, that means he killed a mobster if they kill too many of them 8-ball's shop is done for. He realizes this and crouches down low and holds his breathe. One of the men steps out to survey the area 8-ball takes advantage. He gets right behind the Diablo, "Hey!"
The man flinches and jerks around 8-ball gives him the hardest and most painful righthand, 8-ball's hand begins to bleed badly again. His knuckles are turning white, the Diablo swerves around from the blast and blood fly from his mouth and hits 8-ball in the eye. Gunfire ensues, 8-ball has no choice, he ignores it and snatches up the Diablo's M4.
"Now I'm in BUSINESS, you MOTHERFUCKERS!"
8-ball cocks the gun and runs out of the Garage firing like a soldier. "Come ON! MOTHERFUCKERS!" bullets tear through brick and concrete, creating dust flakes and debris. He gets three Diablos. The first Diablo is hit in the chest by thirty-seven rounds. 8-ball chases after another man who runs for his life, he swings the M4 back and fourth horizontally shooting a line of holes through the Diablo's back. Debris flys from a wall and sprays across a Diablo holding a forty-four Magnum. He's distracted and 8-ball guns him down like a dog.
He runs out of bullets two Diablos run toward him with guns. "HOLD IT! Motherfucker stay where you are!"
"You son of a bitch! I --"
8-ball ducks as the Diablo's left shoulder explodes like a landmine, his left side torn apart by a shotgun blast. He ducks down and flies into the other Diablo slamming him into a brick wall. His survival instincts take over. He punches the Diablo over and over in the gut, ignoring the pain. The Diablo takes a Desert Eagle and presses it to 8-ball's back. 8- ball stands up straight and strikes the Diablo twice as quick as a boxer. He hits him once in the throat and another time in the forehead above the left eye.
The man doesn't faint but he falls with his back to the wall, 8-ball grabs his gun and kicks the Diablo in the chest, pressing his whole foot on his ribs, yanking it from his hand. He cocks the gun and aims it at his face.
"Fuck with my shop you fuckin' asshole!" The wall in front of 8-ball explodes, he turns around quickly and fires frantically at the Diablo. The mobster with the shotgun comes out of nowhere and sticks the gun to the Diablo's head. He takes his sunglasses off and smiles putting them in his pocket. Then he pulls the trigger, and the front of the Diablo's face is torn apart by shotgun pellets. His lifeless body strikes the ground.
"Fuckin' Diablos! 8-ball right? Tony sent me to protect your shit. Come on we got to go, we'll take the van."
A Diablo bolts for the van gets in the Driver side. The mobster fires a blast but misses. He runs to the side of the van and stick his shotgun in the open window. 8-ball watches the Mobster get torn apart by lead. The van pulls out quickly, 8-ball reaches in his pocket and pulls out the bag with the gunpowder in it. His adrenaline pumps fast, he gets his lighter and finally sets the bag on fire. The van gets out and into the road.
8-ball chases after the van blasting fifty caliber holes through the back windshield, then he takes the lit bag and throws it like a baseball into the van. It stops, and 8-ball hears a loud 'POOF' sound, and a flash of light inside.
The Diablo comes running out burning, 8-ball fires holes into him and he flies backward and slams onto the Liberty street, a burning bloody mess. 8-ball runs over to his dead body and looks for a gun, he doesn't find it until he looks in the van, inside is another Desert Eagle. 'Diablos have a lot more guns then usual.' 8-ball thinks checking the bullets.
He runs back to his shop as he rounds a corner something strikes him hard in the face, and he drops to the ground. A wild eyed Diablo gets right on 8-ball and points black dual Desert Eagles right at 8-ball's chest, he can feel the pain as the barrels dig into his chest. 8- ball freaks and sticks his silver Eagles into the Diablos chest pulling the hammer back. The Diablo is keeping himself evelated by pressing his guns into 8-ball's chest, the pain is unbearable. He leans in close to 8-balls face, "LET'S SEE WHO SHOOTS FIRST!"
His eyeball explodes ripping his face to peices, he falls away from 8- ball's view. Over 8-ball stands Fido holding a smoking Magnum in his hands. Fido stands, the only man uninjured, he seemed completely impervious to any kind of situation. He cooly sticks the gun in his pocket, and smirks lightly, his eyebrow raise and lower quickly like 'I'm here'. Probably the happiest any of them had ever seen him.
8-ball pushes the Diablo's dead body off of him and takes Trent's outstretched hand.
"You okay 8-ball?" He asks tiredly.
"No. You?"
"Fuck no man. I'm like this close to being fuckin' dead."
8-ball lifts his shoulder and wipes the right side of his face rubbing blood off, it doesn't work that great, he takes his hand and slides it across his face, he glances at his palm and spots a large chunk of brain matter. He falls to his knees and nausiatingly spews vomit.
"Hey, 8-ball, you alright?"
"That is the most disgusting fuckin' thing I've ever seen."
A phone rings, Fido takes it out of his pocket and hands it to Trent.
"Yeah... Good... Yeah thanks." he shuts the cell phone and looks directly at 8-ball. "We fuckin' did it man, all of your bombshops are fine. That was hard too, in Harwood we had a shootout with the police, I didn't want to shoot any, but Fido got a couple. He disarmed the bomb too, it seems like there ain't shit he can't do."
8-ball laughs, "I taught him that." the three of them walk away from the carnage as Mafia Sentinals pull up, guards are inside ready to keep 8- ball's shop safe. 8-ball looks over at his Stallion, the trunk is punctured with holes and the lock is shot off. The trunk is wide open.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"I had Max Payne in there..."
"Shit...I got to go home and get some sleep." Trent says.
8-ball smiles, "I got to get fucking laid!" the three of them laugh soaking in their survival.