8-BALL:

The crew managed to make it back to Liberty. Fidelio was transported specially, thanks to Tommy Sr., Tommy's younger self had agreed that it would be good for business to join their crew. He was impressed with the way they'd handled themselves back in Vice, and decided to tag along with them. He was reluctantly accepted into the group.

The flight was reletively smooth, most of them were laughing at what Fidelio had done; ten minutes before going to the airport, Fidelio was appoached by two thugs who claimed he owed them money because he lost in a fight. Fidelio angry and frustrated - and still weak - smiled.

"You want you're money?"

"Yeah."

"You want your money, you want your fuckin' money!" He reached into his suitjacket and pointed a forty-five at the main guy and fired three shots into his chest. Then he put the gun back, but when his hand came out he threw a fistful of Monopoly at the man's dead body. "There's your fuckin' money." and then he got into the car as the second man ran for his life. He turned to Fido who had his left eyebrow raised. "I knew I'd see those fuckers before I went back."

Fidelio had extremely low blood pressure, and he'd had some time after the incident to rest up. 8-ball had heard Tony say they were meeting up at Eddie's Auto Parts. 8-ball wanted to go back to his main bombshop in Harwood. It was also where his home was and he hadn't been there in awhile. Tony agreed to let him and Tommy go; who had said he wanted to go sight seeing. 'Good luck on that.' 8-ball had thought to himself, he couldn't think of a single good landmark in the whole city. Besides it wasn't exactly a tourist attraction. Amaya had decided that revenge on Augustus was good enough and backed out of the group entirely.

8-ball, now driving to his home in a bobcat provided to him by Tony's boys, answers a ringing phone in his right pocket. "Yeah."

"Hey 8-ball it's me Trent. I forgot to ask you about this.- Augustus mentioned his kids, three guys that got past Amaya and I..."

"Yeah?"

"You took care of 'em right."

"No I didn't see anybody, I was focused on Fidelio. Why?"

"Nothin' I can handle it."

Trent hung up, 8-ball looks at the phone and puts it in his pocket. 8-ball and Tommy had left before the rest of them, they'd all went to a restaurant near the airport. 8-ball couldn't help shaking the feeling that that call wasn't good. But Trent was still heavily gaurded. If they didn't need 8-ball's help than he wasn't going to call back and ask, if they needed him they'd call back. He pulls the truck slowly into the used car lot, parking his car next to a used Perennial. He knew the car-salesman wouldn't sell it, he parked in that spot every day he was there. He puts his hand on the door handle and it clicks, opening. The feeling of danger stayed with him, he couldn't help it. He noticed his feet scratch across the gravel, looking around. He takes two fast thumping steps up to the door of his trailer and pulls the entrance open.

As the door swings open, there, revealed to him is Tommy Jr. sitting in his read recliner with a beer on the armrest on his left. The chair is facing the doorway, resting on the right armrest, 8-ball spots Tommy's right hand gripping a handgun. "Tommy..." a dove flies in through the window on 8-ball's left and comes to sit on the backrest behind Tommy's head.

"Goodbye 8-ball." 'BLAM!' the bullet hits 8-ball on the upper left side of his chest, 'BLAM!' the second bullet hit's him below the sternum, 'BLAM!' another above that, 'BLAM!' a final shot on the right side of his chest.

8-ball couldn't feel anything except for the burning and a swelling sensation in his heart, like it was pulsating and about to explode, it continued to squeeze at him until it felt like it burst then his sight melted away. There was a tunnel with a light at the end, but it was the final remainder - a bright yet grim reminder of a life disintagrating before him.

TRENT:

Trent bolts down the street with a sawed of double barrel shotgun in his hand. He turns around and fires a shot at a Colombian, he misses. Shortly before calling 8-ball he'd spotted a suspicious car in the background. It was actually a Cartel Cruiser. Augustus' sons had wanted to make their presence known, bringing with them three others - like a friend each. After the call was over two other cars had smashed into their S.U.V. Trent was now running in the opposite direction of the chared remains. He'd blown up all three vehicles but the Cartel's had gotten away by then. Now they were in one Cruiser in the background. Held back by gunfire. Tony was quickly picked up by lacky's who'd met them at the airport, it was like watching the president get escorted away.

It was now just Trent, Fidelio and Fido. Three on three, was the most optimistic way to see it. They were close to the meeting point: Eddies Auto Parts. As they do they see a black Stallion parked next to the left wall.

Trent could see Max Payne with a cigarette in his mouth, getting out the passenger side. He turns into the alleyway as Max pulls guns from his jacket. "Freeze!" Bullets fly past their heads. The three of them wouldn't turn around it was too risky. Fidelio hears the truck press forward, it's left side swerves, the front now facing him but the left side still going down the road it smashes into Max Payne's car knocking him over. It stops their and a group of Cartels get out of the back.

"Fuck 'em then!" Fidelio lifts up his Colt Commando and fires at them, bullets spray across the windshield and so does blood. He hits two inside the Cruiser and one getting out of the back. The pressure of the fires throws him off balance severely and he looses control of the gun. The remaining three Cartels shoot bullet into him, turning his flesh into minced meat. His upper body exploding in pain.

A Cartel, jumps over the top of the Cruiser and fires at Trent and Fido as they make it through the door. Bullets tattooing the wall. He screams in frustration, and runs for the door. Trent and Fido inside have their eyes fixed on the door. They see bullet holes everywhere in it. "Jesus Christ." a streak of blood is spread across the door on the inside. Light shines through the holes on Trent's face. He turns around from the left. Behind him is the corpse of a single Mobster. "God... Did you know this guy?"

He sees that Fido has a worried look on his face, but he's facing away from both Trent and the corpse, looking at something to Trent's right. Trent doesn't turn to see what it is he just keeps staring at Fido. "What?"

"Dad..." a familiar but weaker voice comes from Trent's right, Fido points there, his head snaps in that direction.

"Oh my god! Oh god no! Samantha! Not Samantha!" Samantha's body is covered in blood from stomach to chest with it spread to other parts as well. She lies shivering and helpless, a single shot in the center of her stomach.

A Colombian man bursts through the door pointing his gun at an unarmed Fido, screaming in Spanish, Fido doesn't even look at him. Even when the barrel is directly next to the right side of his face. The Colombian man turns to see what they're staring at. When he does his face sinks, the gun drops from his hand, still clinging from the strap and, he runs over holding Samantha from the right side, Trent holding her from the left. The Cartel screams in Spanish, this time he sounds sad. His eyes filling with tears. Then he begins to speak in Spanish. "God what have I done! God Forgive me!" He rips his shirt and wraps it around Sam's wound, cursing himself the whole time. When he finishes he raises his head, behind him Fido stands with a forty-five pointed at the Cartel's head. The Cartel can see it pointed at him out o fthe corner of his eye. "I've disgraced myself!" He says distraught, "I DESERVE TO DIE!"

'I agree.' Fido thinks pulling the trigger, some drops of blood burst across Samantha's face, she has no reaction to the shot, she just shivers, even when the bullet falls from the wound and lands on her cheek. It rolls off dropping to the floor. Fido couldn't believe what had just happened, the man who'd shot Samantha had had the nerve to try and save her. That was the lowest thing Fido could think of, he stands now watching Trent and Samantha.

Trent bent down on his knees holds Samantha's head in his hands he shakes her slightly, "NO come on, you have to stay here. Stay here alright. Alright Samantha!"

Her head lifts ridgedly, slightly, "...Dad...it's... my.... birth...day..."

"I know - I know! I'm sorry girl, but that's why you need to pull through this, I need you to help me to pull you through this Alright."

She nods, "Dad... I don't want.... to die... on my birthday..."

"No, no, no, no, no, don't say that. Here we have to go I have to get you help, I'm going to lift you on three. Alright?

She nods again her lips quivering.

"Okay. One... Two... Three..." he lifts her up off the ground and carries her to the door. Fido opens it and comes out before them the Colombian's Commando strapped on his left. His guns immediately shift to both sides of the lot. On both sides ar the remaining to Cartels, with their guns pointed at them. Max Payne descends through the entrance his guns pointed at them.

"Max!!" Trent screams "You have to help us, my daughter she's hurt! I have to drive her to the hospital." he says desprately.

"Put her down and let me take you in. Then I'll call for help on my radio."

"NO! FUCK YOU!" He screams at him aggressively. "I'm not going ANYWHERE my daughter's not going." He says his eyes burning, the grief flowing through his face.

Tommy Jr. appears behind Max, 'click, click' he has to matching Barretas a silver contrast to Max's. The first gun is pointed at the back of Max's head. The second gun is pointed to the left at one of the Cartels. "Hey guys. Missed me. Too bad about your daughter. Oh well..." to their surprise Tommy's gun shift to Trent's head.

'BLAM!' Tommy Jr.'s forehead explodes and he hits the ground like a ton of bricks. Behind him is Tommy, his father, a Golden forty-five smoking in his hand.

Tommy doesn't say anything exept for the muttered words "Goddamn it..." He didn't like traitors, his son joined their team to turn them over to the Cartels, he'd been stealing money from his father for years. It was only a matter of time before Tommy Sr. himself was killed at the hands of his own son, he knew it would be better this way.

If Tommy was sad about killing his son Trent couldn't see it, Max and Tommy never acknowledge each other once. Tommy stands motionless with a serious look on his face looking at his son.

"Trent give up... This is your last chance." Max says to him.

Trent rests his chin on his daughters head. "I'm sorry honey..." He says quietly to her, then he looks up at Max "No!"

"Fine." 'BLAM! BLAM!' Tommy's head lifts slightly to see Max fire, his guns had shifted and hit both Cartel's in the head, the first one had dropped like a stone, the other one fell slower with blood spurting uncontrollably from his temple. "Go!" Max says to Trent. He reaches in his pocket and throws a set of car keys to him, they land on Samantha's chest. Trent runs to the busted Sentinal. The last three men standing hear the car start up and drive away casually, speeding up gradually. Fido starts to walk away and Max braces his gun.

"Not you." Black. Max goes blind instantly and falls backwards on his knees. Maybe he was getting old, maybe he was distracted by what happened before, but whatever it was. Fido had gotten the upper hand.

Fido stands over Max as he falls to the ground, his barrel smoking. He hears Max fold and puts his guns in his pockets. He brings out a cellphone and dials 911 and tosses it on Max's chest without hanging it up.

He puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder, and the two of them walk away. Turning their back on Eddie's Auto Parts. And it ends where it began.

THE END