MAX & CARLOS:

"What're we gonna' do?" Max asks strolling across the slippery tile floor. "Ask 'em, hey who runs Liberty City Survivor? Oh, and by the way, have you seen the mysterious Donald Love lately?"

"Trust me they'll give us what whe want." Carlos says smiling.

"How do you know that?" Max says worried to shit, 'God I hope he doesn't do something fuckin' stupid!' "What the fuck are you planning on doing?"

The building was huge, Max and Carlos pace back and forth seperately, this time Carlos gets up and heads towards the counter. To Max's surprise, Carlos pulls out his gun.

"What are you doing?" Max asks, actually scared.

"You want information right, I know just how to get information. Ever do good cop bad cop? The key is... fuck the good cop, we're both bad cops." Carlos says handing Max a gun.

"Are you crazy? I'm not going to fuckin' do this Carl?"

"Don't call me Carl you make me sound like a white-boy, and come on man, it's not like you haven't done worse..." Max contemplates this, his pause cause Carlos to smile, "...Eh? Come on amigo, let's do this shit." Max and Carlos walk up to the receptionist.

"I told you before, I don't know who you're talking about. If you'd like to talk to my boss, I can set up a meeting." The receptionist doesn't realize that Max and Carlos are holding guns.

Carlos lifts his hand over the counter, pointing his gun in his face. "How 'bout a meeting now?"

Max swings around pointing his gun at one of the body guards, who looks very - and unsurprisingly to Max - similar to a mobster. " Throw your gun on the ground now. The guard keeps his gun drawn. "PUT IT DOWN!" the guard doesn't take his eyes or his gun off Max. "I'm NYPD, ask the receptionist if you don't believe me." This time the guard reacts, slowly lowering his gun, he gets down on the ground putting his hands on the back of his head.

"MAX!!!"

Max's universe slows and he ducks forward falling onto the floor, he turns around quickly looking behind him, he fires up twice. BLAM!BLAM! The second guards chest pops open, blood spilling across the tile floor. This causes a commotion, people who were staring calmly, now get up and run for the glass doors.

Max stands up, he looks at the guard on the floor, "You okay?"

"That guy was my friend."

"....Sorry." Max couldn't think of anything else to say, the guy had it comin'.

"Come on Max, 'bad cop' remember."

"Yeah right, whatever." Max wipes his mouth with his sleeve as carlos leads the receptionist at gunpoint towards the elevator.

"What floor is it?"

The receptionist shaking answers hastily, "The second floor."

"That's it!" Max says thinking aloud.

"This better not be fuckin' bullshit buddy." Carlos says threatening the man.

The elevator doors open up and the three of them step into the hallway. Carlos looks at the receptionist, "Which door is it?"

"I-I-It-It's this one -th-th-th-th-th-th-the first one."

"Let him go Carlos, he's going to piss in his pants." Carlos lets go of him and the receptionist scrambles away like a mouse from a cat.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Max says, "it seems like every single time we go somewhere it sends us somewhere completely different.

"Kick the door down."

"Yeah."

The room has heavy wooden double doors, with golden door handles that when matched together create the combined emblem LM or 'Love Media'.

Carlos is on the left side, twin Desert Eagles, Max is on the right, twin Barrettas. Max and Carlos kick in both doors, they fly open inside is a man with his head in his hands sitting at the end of a long desk, Carlos and Max have guns pointed at him. He's not looking at them.

"What the fuck do you think's wrong with him?" Carlos asks Max confused.

"I don't know." Max says moving closer to the man.

The man slowly lifts his head, he looks at Max, staring straight down the barrels. Then his head drifts up to Carlos. "Oh good, your here, fine get it over with." to Max's surprise the man takes his gun and puts it to his head. The man is obviously depressed, anti-depression pills are strewn around the table in front of him and on the floor.

"This guy's fucked up Max."

"Who the fuck do you think we are?" Max asks the man.

"You were hired by the Cartel right. I heard you guys were comin'."

"We're NYPD." Max tells him.

"Your not Augustus' men? Oh thank god. Man you got to get me the fuck out of here. I have to go to Staunton Island Plaza."

"Why?"

The man is much less than quick to answer, he seems incredibly reluctant.

"You weren't on the hit list that we found." Carlos tells the man, hoping it will help him cooperate.

It doesn't, "You found it on David didn't you? Man you guys are so fuckin' smart aren't you? The list you found on Max was just the tip of the iceberg, it's the surface, but we fucked up, so Augustus' men are comin' here to wipe us out.

"What? How'd you fuck up?" Max asks. The man ignores him, he runs for his monotors in the left-back corner of the room. A look of sheer terror crosses his face.

"FUCK! They're comin'! Now that you're here, you can get me out alive! I'll tell you every-fuckin'-thing you wanna' know just get me the hell --"

His body explodes his blood spilling across the montors behind him. Glass and golden sparks soar through the air like the fourth of July. Augustus' men had made their scheduled visit. They fire holes through their target, ripping the man to shreads.

"SHIT!" Carlos says taking out the first Cartel. "We didn't even find out his fuckin' name!"

Max pops painkillers, this will help because it wasn't too late from the last time, and another episode will happen soon, this will cancel out both. "Yeah well--" Max raisies his gun pulling the trigger, the bullet glides through the air, Max - sure it will hit it's mark - gets a grip. And the slow-motion world disappears. "we do know where to go next." Max says as the Cartels head explodes like a balloon.

"And where the fuck is that." Carlos jumps underneath the large table as another Cartel comes through the door. The Cartel points his gun at Max firing, Max agains goes into the zone, dropping straight down. As he does Carlos' bullets shatters the Cartel's ankle.

"Staunton Island Plaza." Max finally replies watching the Cartel fall forward, his chin slamming into the top of the table, and his neck hitting the edge. He falls to the floor holding his neck, trying to scream, but he can't. He points his M4 at Carlos' head. As he does two bullets get him in the stomach and elbow. Carlos had weakened him. Now he can't pull the trigger.

Max steps up to the Cartel he points his gun at his face. BLAM!BLAM! He spots one last Cartel outside, who runs for it. Max fires twice at him. He misses.

Pushing himself into the hallway the Max fires as the twice again as the Cartel makes a run for the elevator. The wall far in front of him explodes but, no Cartel.

The last Cartel makes it the the elevator, and even Max's slow-motion perception can't stop it. He fires the last two times, the button pad next to the elevator is ripped apart. "FUCK!"

Carlos comes running out of the room heading straight for the stairs.

"I didn't catch him" Carlos says as they walk towards Max's car.

"Let's just get this shit over with." Max says driving the car to Staunton Island Plaza. When They get there it's already like a war. Yakuzas gundown Cartels and guards, guards gundown Yakuzas and Cartels, Cartels gundown Guards and Yakuzas.

"Holy fuckin' shit!" Carlos says "this is probably the craziest thing I've ever seen."

"I'll have to think about that one." Max says getting out of his car. He'd seen some crazy shit in his time and it would take a lot for anything to take the cake.

Carlos and Max run for the doors of the Plaza, ducking down away from all the shooting. Their backs pressed against a wall they watch anxiously as bullets fly back and fourth. Hoping that they won't get shot.

Finally they make it into the building. "This is where the fun really begins." Carlos says to Max as they walk inside. Dead bodies lying all over the floor.

"This building is huge." Max says looking up at the roof, it's hight above their heads and they're only on the first floor.

"What're we lookin' for again."

"That's what I was just thinkin'," Max takes a deep breath, "We're looking for any info we can, we're going to arrest the big man that runs LCS and then we're going to call a bunch of cops down here to arrest anyone else inolved." 'This is going to be a madhouse.'

"Arrest my ass, this is going to turn into a bloodfest." Carlos says looking at Max.

"I know," Max says disapointed, "but at least they'll get a taste of their own medicine."

Doing things neat and clean was never Max's style, it alway got bloody. As bad as that made him feel, he was good at it. Most of the criminals he went after were hard pressed to give up anyway, not blowing the hell out of them seemed impossible.

"What do you want to do Max?"

"I'll take these stairs here, - it's too dangerous to take the elevators, - you take the ones on the left check all the rooms I'll meet up with you down here, if not in Donald Loves office. We'll ask around for his office, if one of us finds it, we'll meet the other there." Max had Carlos' cellphone number, and Carlos had Max's.

"Okay."

They head off in different directions. The shooting starts almost immediately.

MAX:

Max walks up the clinking metal steps of Staunton Island Plaza. He crouches low moving slowly, hoping stealth will do the trick, with his guns drawn, Max would hope this was easier than the last time he was in a building full of suspects. It wouldn't be. He stops, hesitating to move any closer. He had heard something.

"--so I walk in there and this woman's totally naked, I'm laughing so hard I can't breath!"

Max jumps around the corner pointing his guns at the guards, "DON'T fuckin' MOVE!"

"It's Max Payne, he's been fuckin' shit up for weeks. Kill the motherfucka'!"

The Italian accents were making Max suspicious, what were the odds that an entire group of hired men were all Italian. In all seriousness Max was out gunned, the three men ahead of him held Uzis while he had his pistols. This was going to be hard.

'BLAM! BLBALMAM!' Max quickly fires three shots from the two guns. His world curtains, a layer of slow-motion filming over his eyes. His first bullet hits one of the guards in the face, the other two hit the second guard right under the rib cage and in the gut. He runs down the steps as quick as possible, however slow that seems to him. The ground constantly explodes beneath his feet, sparks a world fo debris and remolding bullets, ricocheting off the metal floor. That's how deep his conditione went, he could actually see the bullets deform as they ricochet off of the ground below.

He swerves around quickly aiming up the stairs, in the area he'd been standing moments before. A man comes into view, and his perception goes back to normal. He fires upward turning the gaurd into a bloody mess. He runs up the steps.

Max finds the wounded man, bullets in his abdomen, "Tell me were Donald Loves office is."

The man lifts up his left hand pointing to one of the doors, Max looks at the door. It becomes blurry distorted. Max was in the zone again, he looks at the wounded man. The pointing finger was a trick to throw off Max's attention, he was ready to riddle Max's belly with nine millemeter rounds.

Max takes the man's right hand with his left and pushes it to the side, the Uzi fires rapidly ripping the wall behind Max apart. He jerks his head back then brings it forward hard, slamming his head into the guards face, blood drips out of the guards nose, but all Max has done is make him angry. Max carefully lifts his right arm as the gaurd tries to fight it off, and bring his Uzi towards Max. Max jerks his arm quickly, breaking the guards thumb, the barrel of the gun jams into the guards chin, 'BLAM!'

A single shot puts the guard out of his misery.

'Fuck me! - This is going to be hard!"