FIDO:
Trent, 8-ball, and Fido are all sitting at a large table in a dining room in Liberty City's Shoreside Vale. Sitting with them is Tony Cipriani and three well known Liberty mobsters. Fidelio Gerodi and twins Sal and Agostino Nico. Time has past since their last job and they had needed to recover from their injuries, they bought a house in Shoreside Vale to rest up in after every hard Job. They were now all fully recovered.
Fidelio smiles and lifts his drink up to his face, then he sits it on the table, "Want to hear a funny story? There's this guy I used to know, big friend of mine. Him and two of his other buddies go down to this fuckin' gameshow or somethin'. Now, all of them got injured a week or two earlier. Anyway, so they go on this show and the host decides to play a joke on 'em, so he says, 'I'll give you guys my brand new Infernus if one of you guys can tell me the best story about how you got injured.' So my friend steps up and he's like, 'Okay, well I was comin' home from work early 'cause I wanted to see if my bitch of a wife was cheatin' on me, it's our anniversary. I walk in she's naked, on the couch starin' straight at me. I figure I caught her red handed, but I look everywhere and I can't find SHIT. Just when I was about to give up and apologize, I hear this fuckin' scratchin' on my goddamn windowsill. There he was, I caught him, so I ran and got the frying pan from the kitchen --"
"This is a long fuckin' story man." Sal cuts in.
"Hey shut your FUCKIN' mouth so I can finish it you piece of shit... So he says, 'I got the frying pan and I blasted him in the head with it, but my foot gets caught up in the refrigerator and I fall out the window.' The host is like, 'Well that's pretty good, let's see if we can't find one better.' so my friend's friend steps up and he says, 'I was in my house cookin' dinner. I hear all this commotion comin' from outside, so I look out the window, I accidentally loose my footing and fall about two stories. Luckily I was able to catch a windowsill on the way down, then out of nowhere this fuckin' maniac with a frying pan bashes me on the head, I fall in some bushes and survive nearly uninjured, then this huge refrigerator smashes my arm.' Now, they can't hear each other, and the host asks the last guy, 'So how'd you manage to get injured." and he says, "Well I was hiding naked in this refrigerator."
All seven of them start laughing, even Fido somehow manages to laugh out loud. No one notices, but his voice might actually be coming back. If the doctors were right then he might be able to talk right now, he decides against it.
Fido gets up from the table full of gangsters.
"Where the fuck you goin asshole!?" Tony asks him, faking angry.
Fido holds up some money and points to the door.
"Be careful man, we haven't been out on the streets in awhile, who knows who's pissed off at us." 8-ball says warning Fido.
Fido nods and heads for his Banshee outside. He drives to a small Subway inbetween two grocery stores, not a subway like a train station, but Subway the restaurant. He steps inside and immediately lights a cigarette, even though they're not aloud. He steps up to the counter, and just stands staring.
"You know if you want something you have to tell me what it is... you can't smoke in here you know?"
Fido blows the smoke in his face, and throws the cigarette on the counter, then he points to one of the orders.
"Okay..."
Fido nods, the cashier becomes increasingly awkward.
"Tomatoes?"
Fido shakes his head 'no.'
"Anything else you want me to take off?"
Fido shakes his head 'no' again then steps off, paying no more attention to him, he picks up his cigarette off the counter and sticks it back in his mouth.
The door to the Subway opens and barely six feet away from Fido stands Max Payne. They are both more than surprised to see each other. Max's reaction is less quick to recognize Fido, as he had never actually gotten a good look at him. But after a steady amount of time, Max realizes he's seen Fido somewhere before.
Max and Fido watch each other closely but discretely both hoping that one had not seen the other. Fido hears them call for his sandwich and he step casually up to the counter. As Fido leaves Max steps forward to order. Fido decides it would make it easier on the team if Max were taken out, he's the only one out of the three of their members that has no problem knocking off police officers.
Fido reaches inside his pockets for two Colt forty-fives he swerves around and aims them at Max's back. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Screaming starts and people run for the doors. Max ducks down, avoiding every shot. Then he turns around, standing up, he fires six bullets at Fido, all of them hit the glass window and door. Fido stands like a statue unfaized by Max's gunplay. Neither man seemed superior.
Though Fido could not dodge bullets, he had an uncanny ability for avoiding them, 8-ball said it was good luck, Fido himself believed that it was chance, there was no way he could avoid the kind of shots that had been thrown at him all these years, he was not skilled or lucky, it had to be chance.
Max fires another bullet at Fido but misses, Fido's suicidal style made it hard for Max to get a shot off without coming close to being shot himself.
Fido walks towards Max, who's hiding behind one of those big couchlike seats. He's sure Max can hear him but he can't see him. Fido starts to fire holes through the seats, he runs out of bullets and all that's left is gunpowder. He throws both guns on the ground over the seat so that Max will no he has no bullets left.
As expected Max Jump out from behind the seats aiming two guns at Fido. As Max goes around the seats Fido slams his fist into Max's face, caught of gaurd by another one of Fido's suicidal maneuvers Max accidentally drops one of his Barreta's on the floor. Fido continues to beat on him until he drops the other one, he strikes and kicks Max in the abdomen until he's able to wrestle the gun from his hand.
Fido sticks the gun in Max's face, unexpectedly he smiles.
"What are you gonna' do with that? Feed it to me?"
Confused, Fido doesn't have time for riddles. He pulls the trigger, CLICK the slide locks back on the gun 'What the fuck!' , Fido realizes he's been tricked.
Max scatters across the floor towards the second gun, he grabs it and aims up at Fido and fires. Fido bolts out the side door back onto Liberty City streets.
That was the closest anyone had ever come to killing Fido. Unlike most people, Fido had never questioned his chosen proffession, now was a time that he probably should have, but again he doesn't.
He stops after running five blocks, he's sure he's lost him. He as he catches his breath he eyes a black van pull up next to him. After he's rested he stands up wiping sweat off his forehead. The van catches his eye again, he notices a fire design painted on the side of it.
'Oh shit,' three Diablos jump out of the van and he swings on them like a prize fighter. He knocks one of them to the ground then punches another one in the stomach chest and head before someone gets him in the back. The numbers overwhelm him and they pull open the van and stick him inside.
It's dimly lit and the decoration looks like something out of a porno film. Out of the darkness in the very back of the van comes a voice, an all too familiar voice.
"There is some business I must disguss with you. About a job you pulled some time ago, where you destroyed a Diablo business... Do you know who I am?"
Fido shakes his head, lying. The fat man peers out of the darkness with two lit cigarettes in his mouth.
"I am El Burro!"
Trent, 8-ball, and Fido are all sitting at a large table in a dining room in Liberty City's Shoreside Vale. Sitting with them is Tony Cipriani and three well known Liberty mobsters. Fidelio Gerodi and twins Sal and Agostino Nico. Time has past since their last job and they had needed to recover from their injuries, they bought a house in Shoreside Vale to rest up in after every hard Job. They were now all fully recovered.
Fidelio smiles and lifts his drink up to his face, then he sits it on the table, "Want to hear a funny story? There's this guy I used to know, big friend of mine. Him and two of his other buddies go down to this fuckin' gameshow or somethin'. Now, all of them got injured a week or two earlier. Anyway, so they go on this show and the host decides to play a joke on 'em, so he says, 'I'll give you guys my brand new Infernus if one of you guys can tell me the best story about how you got injured.' So my friend steps up and he's like, 'Okay, well I was comin' home from work early 'cause I wanted to see if my bitch of a wife was cheatin' on me, it's our anniversary. I walk in she's naked, on the couch starin' straight at me. I figure I caught her red handed, but I look everywhere and I can't find SHIT. Just when I was about to give up and apologize, I hear this fuckin' scratchin' on my goddamn windowsill. There he was, I caught him, so I ran and got the frying pan from the kitchen --"
"This is a long fuckin' story man." Sal cuts in.
"Hey shut your FUCKIN' mouth so I can finish it you piece of shit... So he says, 'I got the frying pan and I blasted him in the head with it, but my foot gets caught up in the refrigerator and I fall out the window.' The host is like, 'Well that's pretty good, let's see if we can't find one better.' so my friend's friend steps up and he says, 'I was in my house cookin' dinner. I hear all this commotion comin' from outside, so I look out the window, I accidentally loose my footing and fall about two stories. Luckily I was able to catch a windowsill on the way down, then out of nowhere this fuckin' maniac with a frying pan bashes me on the head, I fall in some bushes and survive nearly uninjured, then this huge refrigerator smashes my arm.' Now, they can't hear each other, and the host asks the last guy, 'So how'd you manage to get injured." and he says, "Well I was hiding naked in this refrigerator."
All seven of them start laughing, even Fido somehow manages to laugh out loud. No one notices, but his voice might actually be coming back. If the doctors were right then he might be able to talk right now, he decides against it.
Fido gets up from the table full of gangsters.
"Where the fuck you goin asshole!?" Tony asks him, faking angry.
Fido holds up some money and points to the door.
"Be careful man, we haven't been out on the streets in awhile, who knows who's pissed off at us." 8-ball says warning Fido.
Fido nods and heads for his Banshee outside. He drives to a small Subway inbetween two grocery stores, not a subway like a train station, but Subway the restaurant. He steps inside and immediately lights a cigarette, even though they're not aloud. He steps up to the counter, and just stands staring.
"You know if you want something you have to tell me what it is... you can't smoke in here you know?"
Fido blows the smoke in his face, and throws the cigarette on the counter, then he points to one of the orders.
"Okay..."
Fido nods, the cashier becomes increasingly awkward.
"Tomatoes?"
Fido shakes his head 'no.'
"Anything else you want me to take off?"
Fido shakes his head 'no' again then steps off, paying no more attention to him, he picks up his cigarette off the counter and sticks it back in his mouth.
The door to the Subway opens and barely six feet away from Fido stands Max Payne. They are both more than surprised to see each other. Max's reaction is less quick to recognize Fido, as he had never actually gotten a good look at him. But after a steady amount of time, Max realizes he's seen Fido somewhere before.
Max and Fido watch each other closely but discretely both hoping that one had not seen the other. Fido hears them call for his sandwich and he step casually up to the counter. As Fido leaves Max steps forward to order. Fido decides it would make it easier on the team if Max were taken out, he's the only one out of the three of their members that has no problem knocking off police officers.
Fido reaches inside his pockets for two Colt forty-fives he swerves around and aims them at Max's back. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Screaming starts and people run for the doors. Max ducks down, avoiding every shot. Then he turns around, standing up, he fires six bullets at Fido, all of them hit the glass window and door. Fido stands like a statue unfaized by Max's gunplay. Neither man seemed superior.
Though Fido could not dodge bullets, he had an uncanny ability for avoiding them, 8-ball said it was good luck, Fido himself believed that it was chance, there was no way he could avoid the kind of shots that had been thrown at him all these years, he was not skilled or lucky, it had to be chance.
Max fires another bullet at Fido but misses, Fido's suicidal style made it hard for Max to get a shot off without coming close to being shot himself.
Fido walks towards Max, who's hiding behind one of those big couchlike seats. He's sure Max can hear him but he can't see him. Fido starts to fire holes through the seats, he runs out of bullets and all that's left is gunpowder. He throws both guns on the ground over the seat so that Max will no he has no bullets left.
As expected Max Jump out from behind the seats aiming two guns at Fido. As Max goes around the seats Fido slams his fist into Max's face, caught of gaurd by another one of Fido's suicidal maneuvers Max accidentally drops one of his Barreta's on the floor. Fido continues to beat on him until he drops the other one, he strikes and kicks Max in the abdomen until he's able to wrestle the gun from his hand.
Fido sticks the gun in Max's face, unexpectedly he smiles.
"What are you gonna' do with that? Feed it to me?"
Confused, Fido doesn't have time for riddles. He pulls the trigger, CLICK the slide locks back on the gun 'What the fuck!' , Fido realizes he's been tricked.
Max scatters across the floor towards the second gun, he grabs it and aims up at Fido and fires. Fido bolts out the side door back onto Liberty City streets.
That was the closest anyone had ever come to killing Fido. Unlike most people, Fido had never questioned his chosen proffession, now was a time that he probably should have, but again he doesn't.
He stops after running five blocks, he's sure he's lost him. He as he catches his breath he eyes a black van pull up next to him. After he's rested he stands up wiping sweat off his forehead. The van catches his eye again, he notices a fire design painted on the side of it.
'Oh shit,' three Diablos jump out of the van and he swings on them like a prize fighter. He knocks one of them to the ground then punches another one in the stomach chest and head before someone gets him in the back. The numbers overwhelm him and they pull open the van and stick him inside.
It's dimly lit and the decoration looks like something out of a porno film. Out of the darkness in the very back of the van comes a voice, an all too familiar voice.
"There is some business I must disguss with you. About a job you pulled some time ago, where you destroyed a Diablo business... Do you know who I am?"
Fido shakes his head, lying. The fat man peers out of the darkness with two lit cigarettes in his mouth.
"I am El Burro!"