FIDO:
Releasing The Caged Fido Part 2:
Fido sits in a holding cell with four other prisoners. Three of them are a diverse group of gangsters, they stand in a corner of the room having a verbal argument that will probably turn into a brawl. They all here a loud gunshot echo throughout the jail.
Everyone stops talking and moves to the front of the cell anxiously straining to see, confused, they don't know what's going on at all.
A Yakuza turns to Fido, "What's going on?"
Fido knows, his team was too loyal to leave him to rot in a jail somewhere, but he didn't think that it would be this fast, or of this magnitude the gunshots get louder, and higher in numbers as time goes on.
Two cops run into the room, one of them has been shot and he fires through the door before his partner closes it.
"Let us the fuck out of here you fuckin' pigs, we don't wanna' die!" a Diablo screams at one of the cops.
The cop turns his gun on the Diablo, "Shut up! Shut your fuckin' MOUTH! My partner's dying you son of a bitch!" a bullet tears through his shoulder, then another one through his left ear. The wounded cop expels rounds of bullets at the invading Mobster.
Fido watches the cop with the bullet wound drag himself across the floor, holding onto his gun as if he were holding onto his life. The cop puts his back against the wall at the end of the hallway and sits bleeding. A Mobster comes through the door and the cop again resists, he shoots the one mobster and another that comes through the door as if he were picking off ants with bug-spray.
A Mobster comes through the door and without looking at the cop looks straight at Fido, the cop stares at the Mobster then says in aw, "Fidelio Gerodi..."
His gun rises in front of his face and he aims directly at Fidelio, who goes berserk, his gun is brought to his face faster and he fires as soon as he aims it. Fidelio successfully ends the final gatekeeper that had kept him from releasing the hound from hell; Fido.
"Holy shit Fido man, I never thought you'd get caught again. I told Trent and 8-ball that I was going to be the one to get you, 'cuz, you know... I kinda' feel responsible. Everyone's waitin' outside, we musta' wasted almost the entire LCPD!"
Fido points to the lock, and Fidelio pauses, looking at the other men in the cell, all of them are gangsters from rival groups. 8-ball and Trent walk in.
"What do you want me to do about them? Kill em'?"
Trent and 8-ball look at each other, then at the prisoners, then 8- ball looks at Fidelio, "Naw man, let em' go -- hey if we let you go, you'll put in a good word for us with your bosses?"
All of them agree, "Okay," Trent says, "that ain't gonna' work to well but, shit I don't see why not, they can't hurt us."
Fidelio shows up with the keys and unlocks the cell, the other prisoners run out of the cell like little kids on a snow-day.
Everyone rewelcomes Fido into the group, shaking his hand and giving him hugs, and respect. Fido had never been so honered and it made him feel good to know that he had friends who wouldn't let him down at any cost. They couldn't tell, but it was probably the happiest night of his life.
The group heads out of the holding cell hallway and into the main room of the buidling. Fido can see blood from floor to ceiling and bodies of lawmen and crooks slumped over desks,chairs,some of them have even been shot so many times that their faces were disfigured from blood and flesh. It seemed excessive and made Fido wonder how he was worth it. It didn't upset him, he was not sad, it was just what he wondered about. 'Is one man worth all of this, especially a man like me?' Fido knew that Armies did it all the time and it perplexed him, sending out twenty to thirty people, and half of them die to rescue one person. Are the lives of fifteen people worth it to save one?
It made no sense, but there he was the product of a successful rescue mission that ended more lives than it saved. He respected all those who had died that night, for if it weren't for any of them, his rescue wouldn't have seemed so grand and amazing.
Fidelio has his hand on Fido's back as they walk through the ruins of Liberty Police Station, "I just got a call from Tony a little while ago, you know what he said?"
Trent turns his head, looking at Fidelio, "You talkin' to me?"
"Yeah, You know what he said?"
"What?"
"He said he told Agostino and Sal to take Samantha to Misty's place!"
"What!? What the fuck, man Tony must be losing his fuckin' mind man!"
Theres a brief silence then 8-ball breaks it, "Fidelio?"
"Hm?"
"You said that you saw Max Payne?"
"Yeah."
"But you didn't kill him."
"No."
8-ball pulls the slides back on both his guns, inserting bullets into the chambers. "Then the mothafucka's still here somewhere, he's to crazy to leave."
Fido nods his head, stepping forward. Trent hands Fido a Desert Eagle. Fido knew Max's style now and it wasn't in Max's character to give up at almost any cost, he truly was a man with nothing to loose.
Like a ghost decending out of darkness, Max Payne emerges from around a corner, weilding two Barrettas like warriors swords, the guns explode ejecting fireballs from the chamber. To Fido Max seemed like justice personified as one person, and if you weren't just you were fucked.
One of the bullets mutilates a Mobsters shoulder the next one hits him in the chest, he grabs himself, screaming, "AHH! It's hot! It's hot! OH GOD!" he falls down moaning in a puddle of his own blood. Everyone fires at Max, they see him scurry like a rat out of the Police Station. They all run after him, but one of the Mobsters takes after Max like a raging dog. Whoever Max shot must have been important to the guy, because he fires so many times that he hits, a building three cars and a passing pedestrian in the arm. When he hits the civillian Trent stops him.
"Jesus Crist man are you fuckin' out of your mind."
"The fuckin' femmina, killed my father!"
Everyone takes after Max, but somehow he manages to slip away, lost in the distance.
Releasing The Caged Fido Part 2:
Fido sits in a holding cell with four other prisoners. Three of them are a diverse group of gangsters, they stand in a corner of the room having a verbal argument that will probably turn into a brawl. They all here a loud gunshot echo throughout the jail.
Everyone stops talking and moves to the front of the cell anxiously straining to see, confused, they don't know what's going on at all.
A Yakuza turns to Fido, "What's going on?"
Fido knows, his team was too loyal to leave him to rot in a jail somewhere, but he didn't think that it would be this fast, or of this magnitude the gunshots get louder, and higher in numbers as time goes on.
Two cops run into the room, one of them has been shot and he fires through the door before his partner closes it.
"Let us the fuck out of here you fuckin' pigs, we don't wanna' die!" a Diablo screams at one of the cops.
The cop turns his gun on the Diablo, "Shut up! Shut your fuckin' MOUTH! My partner's dying you son of a bitch!" a bullet tears through his shoulder, then another one through his left ear. The wounded cop expels rounds of bullets at the invading Mobster.
Fido watches the cop with the bullet wound drag himself across the floor, holding onto his gun as if he were holding onto his life. The cop puts his back against the wall at the end of the hallway and sits bleeding. A Mobster comes through the door and the cop again resists, he shoots the one mobster and another that comes through the door as if he were picking off ants with bug-spray.
A Mobster comes through the door and without looking at the cop looks straight at Fido, the cop stares at the Mobster then says in aw, "Fidelio Gerodi..."
His gun rises in front of his face and he aims directly at Fidelio, who goes berserk, his gun is brought to his face faster and he fires as soon as he aims it. Fidelio successfully ends the final gatekeeper that had kept him from releasing the hound from hell; Fido.
"Holy shit Fido man, I never thought you'd get caught again. I told Trent and 8-ball that I was going to be the one to get you, 'cuz, you know... I kinda' feel responsible. Everyone's waitin' outside, we musta' wasted almost the entire LCPD!"
Fido points to the lock, and Fidelio pauses, looking at the other men in the cell, all of them are gangsters from rival groups. 8-ball and Trent walk in.
"What do you want me to do about them? Kill em'?"
Trent and 8-ball look at each other, then at the prisoners, then 8- ball looks at Fidelio, "Naw man, let em' go -- hey if we let you go, you'll put in a good word for us with your bosses?"
All of them agree, "Okay," Trent says, "that ain't gonna' work to well but, shit I don't see why not, they can't hurt us."
Fidelio shows up with the keys and unlocks the cell, the other prisoners run out of the cell like little kids on a snow-day.
Everyone rewelcomes Fido into the group, shaking his hand and giving him hugs, and respect. Fido had never been so honered and it made him feel good to know that he had friends who wouldn't let him down at any cost. They couldn't tell, but it was probably the happiest night of his life.
The group heads out of the holding cell hallway and into the main room of the buidling. Fido can see blood from floor to ceiling and bodies of lawmen and crooks slumped over desks,chairs,some of them have even been shot so many times that their faces were disfigured from blood and flesh. It seemed excessive and made Fido wonder how he was worth it. It didn't upset him, he was not sad, it was just what he wondered about. 'Is one man worth all of this, especially a man like me?' Fido knew that Armies did it all the time and it perplexed him, sending out twenty to thirty people, and half of them die to rescue one person. Are the lives of fifteen people worth it to save one?
It made no sense, but there he was the product of a successful rescue mission that ended more lives than it saved. He respected all those who had died that night, for if it weren't for any of them, his rescue wouldn't have seemed so grand and amazing.
Fidelio has his hand on Fido's back as they walk through the ruins of Liberty Police Station, "I just got a call from Tony a little while ago, you know what he said?"
Trent turns his head, looking at Fidelio, "You talkin' to me?"
"Yeah, You know what he said?"
"What?"
"He said he told Agostino and Sal to take Samantha to Misty's place!"
"What!? What the fuck, man Tony must be losing his fuckin' mind man!"
Theres a brief silence then 8-ball breaks it, "Fidelio?"
"Hm?"
"You said that you saw Max Payne?"
"Yeah."
"But you didn't kill him."
"No."
8-ball pulls the slides back on both his guns, inserting bullets into the chambers. "Then the mothafucka's still here somewhere, he's to crazy to leave."
Fido nods his head, stepping forward. Trent hands Fido a Desert Eagle. Fido knew Max's style now and it wasn't in Max's character to give up at almost any cost, he truly was a man with nothing to loose.
Like a ghost decending out of darkness, Max Payne emerges from around a corner, weilding two Barrettas like warriors swords, the guns explode ejecting fireballs from the chamber. To Fido Max seemed like justice personified as one person, and if you weren't just you were fucked.
One of the bullets mutilates a Mobsters shoulder the next one hits him in the chest, he grabs himself, screaming, "AHH! It's hot! It's hot! OH GOD!" he falls down moaning in a puddle of his own blood. Everyone fires at Max, they see him scurry like a rat out of the Police Station. They all run after him, but one of the Mobsters takes after Max like a raging dog. Whoever Max shot must have been important to the guy, because he fires so many times that he hits, a building three cars and a passing pedestrian in the arm. When he hits the civillian Trent stops him.
"Jesus Crist man are you fuckin' out of your mind."
"The fuckin' femmina, killed my father!"
Everyone takes after Max, but somehow he manages to slip away, lost in the distance.