FIDO:
Fido is lead in chains to an interrogation room with unbelievably bright florecent lights. Fido couldn't help but soak up how humorus this was going to be.
"What the fuck you smilin' at!?" a big cop with his head shaved screams at Fido, "What's your name bitch!?" The LCPD try to act proffessional sometimes, but not often. They had no file on Fido anymore, he was a John-Doe, Columbians a few years ago had messed with his and 8- ball's police files. They had re-dug up 8-ball's file, his business and popularity were to much to be kept a secret, but 8-ball was a ghost, dead, for three years after the bombing.
Fido on the other hand, he was alltogether a protected phantom from the Liberty police - that is, until now.
"Where are your buddies?"
Fido holds up both hands infront of his face, staring at them, his fists balled up, then, slowly, he raises his right middle finger. Then he smiled making the "PSSHH" sound that people make when they're angry and annoyed. He's slouched in his chair, his right leg moving from right to left, and his hands on the table.
The cops could tell Fido thought he was tough, what they couldn't tell - not yet anyway, is that he never thought, he always knew.
The skinhead cop grabs Fido by the collar and slams him against the wall. "You listen good motherfucker, you must think you're a real fuckin' wise-ass. But I can tell that your skinny bitch ass'll get fucked in - every cell - every day for the nex --"
The cops stupid comment set Fido off, Fido was nobody's bitch and nobody had ever been Fido's, these were the kinds of animalistic behaviors that made Fido hate people. And his hatred for most people in the world was truly genuine. Though Fido always seemed to do whatever he was told, he was actually one of the smartest people in Liberty, it's just hard to convey when you can't talk for years.
Fido pushes the big cop off of him with the force of an African elephant and swings his arms in rage, the hand cuffs smack hard against the side of the cops face, knocking him to the floor. When he lands Fido doesn't give him any time at all he starts kicking him. Two more cops run in and Fido knows he won't have much time left, he kicks the cop one last time in the crotch before they drag Fido off of him. The skinhead cop is bleeding, gut by the handcuffs because Fido had hit him so hard. He leaves the room.
The two cops sit him down in a chair, after his shoulders settle they let go of him. Another cop takes over, smaller but a little stronger than the last guy.
"I was down at the docks when this happened, I heard one of your boys screaming for a guy named Trent. Sounded pretty important, so I think you're him."
Fido can't help it, he laughs so hard he feels like he's about to piss in his pants. Though Trent might be as cool and tough as Fido, Fido couldn't help but think the idea that he actually 'was' Trent was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Other than the above mentioned characteristics, Fido couldn't imagine anything else he could possibly have in common with Trent.
"Why the fuck are you laughing? You find something funny? TALK!?"
Fido points to himself and shows him all five fingers. 'The fifth ammendment.' The cop doesn't get what he means so he puts his hands down and sits quietly.
Time passes, and the cop grows angrier and angrier as Fido doesn't say a word, ignoring his every sentence, he balls up his fist and punches Fido square in the face. Then he punches him again, harder. Fido has no reaction, and the cop is astonished.
Fido was trying to show the cop that though he had control over his actions; he was going to ignore them for what he was going to do next. He smiles and starts to laugh, he really looks like he's seen something funny, it doesn't seem like a set up laughter. Then he lunges out of his chair, he throws him agains the wall and squeezes the cops neck, Fido watches the blood rush to the bastards face. The officer kicks at Fido's leg chains trying to knock him down it doesn't work. He knees Fido in the crotch. Fido leans forward in pain, and the cop drives a right hand into his face. Fido stumbles, and regains his balance by grabbing onto the edge of a table, the cop lifts Fido up and is about to hit him again.
"That's enough, let him go."
Fido immediately recognizes the voice, of Max Payne.
Fido is lead in chains to an interrogation room with unbelievably bright florecent lights. Fido couldn't help but soak up how humorus this was going to be.
"What the fuck you smilin' at!?" a big cop with his head shaved screams at Fido, "What's your name bitch!?" The LCPD try to act proffessional sometimes, but not often. They had no file on Fido anymore, he was a John-Doe, Columbians a few years ago had messed with his and 8- ball's police files. They had re-dug up 8-ball's file, his business and popularity were to much to be kept a secret, but 8-ball was a ghost, dead, for three years after the bombing.
Fido on the other hand, he was alltogether a protected phantom from the Liberty police - that is, until now.
"Where are your buddies?"
Fido holds up both hands infront of his face, staring at them, his fists balled up, then, slowly, he raises his right middle finger. Then he smiled making the "PSSHH" sound that people make when they're angry and annoyed. He's slouched in his chair, his right leg moving from right to left, and his hands on the table.
The cops could tell Fido thought he was tough, what they couldn't tell - not yet anyway, is that he never thought, he always knew.
The skinhead cop grabs Fido by the collar and slams him against the wall. "You listen good motherfucker, you must think you're a real fuckin' wise-ass. But I can tell that your skinny bitch ass'll get fucked in - every cell - every day for the nex --"
The cops stupid comment set Fido off, Fido was nobody's bitch and nobody had ever been Fido's, these were the kinds of animalistic behaviors that made Fido hate people. And his hatred for most people in the world was truly genuine. Though Fido always seemed to do whatever he was told, he was actually one of the smartest people in Liberty, it's just hard to convey when you can't talk for years.
Fido pushes the big cop off of him with the force of an African elephant and swings his arms in rage, the hand cuffs smack hard against the side of the cops face, knocking him to the floor. When he lands Fido doesn't give him any time at all he starts kicking him. Two more cops run in and Fido knows he won't have much time left, he kicks the cop one last time in the crotch before they drag Fido off of him. The skinhead cop is bleeding, gut by the handcuffs because Fido had hit him so hard. He leaves the room.
The two cops sit him down in a chair, after his shoulders settle they let go of him. Another cop takes over, smaller but a little stronger than the last guy.
"I was down at the docks when this happened, I heard one of your boys screaming for a guy named Trent. Sounded pretty important, so I think you're him."
Fido can't help it, he laughs so hard he feels like he's about to piss in his pants. Though Trent might be as cool and tough as Fido, Fido couldn't help but think the idea that he actually 'was' Trent was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Other than the above mentioned characteristics, Fido couldn't imagine anything else he could possibly have in common with Trent.
"Why the fuck are you laughing? You find something funny? TALK!?"
Fido points to himself and shows him all five fingers. 'The fifth ammendment.' The cop doesn't get what he means so he puts his hands down and sits quietly.
Time passes, and the cop grows angrier and angrier as Fido doesn't say a word, ignoring his every sentence, he balls up his fist and punches Fido square in the face. Then he punches him again, harder. Fido has no reaction, and the cop is astonished.
Fido was trying to show the cop that though he had control over his actions; he was going to ignore them for what he was going to do next. He smiles and starts to laugh, he really looks like he's seen something funny, it doesn't seem like a set up laughter. Then he lunges out of his chair, he throws him agains the wall and squeezes the cops neck, Fido watches the blood rush to the bastards face. The officer kicks at Fido's leg chains trying to knock him down it doesn't work. He knees Fido in the crotch. Fido leans forward in pain, and the cop drives a right hand into his face. Fido stumbles, and regains his balance by grabbing onto the edge of a table, the cop lifts Fido up and is about to hit him again.
"That's enough, let him go."
Fido immediately recognizes the voice, of Max Payne.