The Crew:

Trent slams through the door, beeds of rain falling off his face, like he was made of melting ice. He takes a final step into the large living room and slumps over onto the couch, face down, he slowly rolls over staring at the roof.

"Dad! What happened?" Samantha, she seems worried, but she doesn't hold a look of sadness. "I got shot in the shoulder. That's it." he takes her hand, "You're not worried are you?"

"No." she says sheepishly, she felt the same way her father did; as long as he wasn't going to die, it didn't matter much. "--Hey what is that!" she says looking at his wrist.

"Oh, that's a rope-burn..."

"What."

"Nothin'. - Hey could you get Tony for me, that'd be a big help." she quickly gets up and heads for the other room as Fidelio walks in.

"What the fucks wrong with him?" Fidelio says staring at Trent.

"He took a bullet in the shoulder." she says entering Tony's room, Trent can hear her talking in the background. "--Tony my dad wants you."

"I'm busy."

"It's urgent."

"Well what the fuck is the problem!"

"He's shot!"

Tony storms past her, "Well why the hell didn't you tell me that the first time." He looks at Trent, a bloody mess. "He just got shot in the shoulder?"

"That's what she said." Fidelio says pointing to Samantha.

"Yeah," Samantha says, "I asked him what was wrong, and he told me he was shot in the shoulder. I just don't think it's all his blood."

"She's right..." Trent says, "Most of it's not mine."

"Okay." Tony says, "I'm gonna' straighten this out." he takes out his silver cellphone and starts dialing numbers.

"You're the man Tony." Trent says putting his feet up on the couch.

"You know this' the only time I'm gonna' let you do that?"

"Fuck you Tony." Trent says joking.

"You keep talkin' to me like that and I'll castrate ya'! -- No, not you Fox, you fuckin' moron." Tony says speaking into his phone. "I need you to come down here and check out Trenton...... He's got a bullet in his shoulder............. Okay. Alright, bye.

8-ball comes in, "Did you just call Fox? He was just here like ten minutes ago man." 8-ball's face is bandaged from the crash, and the beating from D-Ice. "It shouldn't take him that long to get here. Hey Trent?"

"Yeah?"

"I got somethin' planned for D-Ice, don't worry man. He can't get away with this shit."

"What's your plan?"

"Just wait 'til he gets his car back from the Pay N' Spray."

"No, no, no, no, no! He is the one who shot me man, but that doesn't matter anymore, I mean... it's hard to explain. He got fucked up man, I think he got his punishment and maybe more! I'm just sayin', I don't think we'll have to worry about Red Jacks anymore, in fact I think that we might have ourselves some allies."

"That motherfucker beat the shit out of me!"

"I know, but I'm tellin' you man, it's over."

"What the fuck happened?"

Trent smiles. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Tony sits down on the couch across from the bleeding Trent. "Trent, after you heal, I'm going to be sending you, Fido, 8-ball, and Fidelio to Vice City. You're going to be doin' some jobs for an old aquaintance of mine, by the name of Vercetti."

"You talkin' about Tommy Vercetti?" Trent says with a slight smile.

"What does that mean?" Sam asks, this time she does look sad.

"That means I'm going to meet my biggest influence."

"How long are you going to be gone?" She asks him.

"I don't know."

"He'll be gone for awhile. Since Agostino and Sal did such a good job lookin' after awhile, they'll stay behind to do just that."

"Sure." Sam says with mixed feelings. She wipes tears from her eyes before it's too noticable, then she heads up stairs, "I think I'll go to bed, I'm kinda' tired. You gonna' be alright dad?"

"Heh, don't worry about me, but this shit burns like a bitch."

"Ever been shot before?" Agostino asks coming down the stairs.

"Yeah, I have."

"Last time Fox came here," Agostino says, "He didn't just fix up 8-ball, my brother Sal had to be taken to the hospital, he got hit by a car.

"Oh that's fucked up. I don't even think Fox is going to be sendin' me to the hospital."

"Hey-" 8-ball says butting in, "--umm, did anyone notice that Max Payne just disappeared, what the hell'd he do? Lose interest?"

"That's a good fuckin' question," Fidelio says, "I wonder what the fuck he's up to." He says blowing smoke from his mouth.

"I don't even want to fuckin' know." Trent says, closing his eyes. Sleep, sounded so good to him.