Grand Theft Auto: Max Payne In Liberty City
Chapter Zero-A Comrade Falls
It was about three days since the apartment building incident, my thoughts dwelling on the 13 most wanted in Portland.
I was in my squad car, driving around the hill in Hephburn Heights. Mindless pedestrians walked in straight lines, I saw Johnson, getting out of his squad car, walking over to a rocking car parked amongst the trees.
Johnson and I have become good friends, always talking about things, he was pretty much my only friend in this city.
I stopped, and watched him, from across the road, my car pointing towards that apartment building, where the shootout happened.
There was struggling inside the car, I saw a yellow flash out the window, Johnson grabbed for his gun, and fell to the ground, the car, a red Kuruma, sped off.
I turned my squad car around, I got out and ran up to Johnson, blood pour out of his mouth and onto the grass.
"Johnson? Johnson? Answer me!" I screamed. No answer.
"This is unit 23, officer down, Hephburn Heights Park."
I ran to my car, I turned the sirens on, and went after them. Through the streets, passing many bustling cars, I found them, driving past the hospital, heading towards Callahan Bridge.
I caught up to them, I saw a naked chick in the front seat, she stuck her upper body out the window, and covered my windshield bullet holes.
Swerving to avoid the bullets (coming from an Ingram), I nearly crashed into a red sentinel.
Turning sharply, we glided over Callahan Bridge, and very fast speeds, the girl let out more gunfire, I moved to the metal bars, in the center of Callahan Bridge.
Using the PTI maneuver, I slammed into their car, almost making them loose control.
We started downhill, at the end of Callahan Bridge, bystanders watched nervously from the sidewalks, as we exchanged gunfire.
With my Beretta, I managed to shoot out their back tire, sending them spinning into a building, I slowed my car.
A officer ran over to me, a 9mm in hand, we walked up to the car, covered in rubble from the building.
I knocked the officer down; as bullets came at us, the criminals, now dressed, carjacked another car, shooting at us while we lay for cover behind the crashed Kuruma.
They drove off, heading towards the Staunton Lift Bridge.
"My car, now" I ordered the officer. He drove, I grabbed the shotgun between the seats, we approached their car.
We started up the long curve, to the Bridge, dodging traffic. I stuck my head out the window, and took a shot, bullet holes covered the passenger side door.
Nearing the top of the bridge, the girl stuck her head out, with the Ingram, I took the shot, blood covered her upper body, the gun flew out of her hands and onto the ground.
We dodged traffic, heading over the bridge. The warning bell came on. One lane was clear; we tailgated the suspect, the girl's body hanging out of the window.
I got on top of the car, we weren't going to make it, the bridge was about to go up.
"What are you doing?" The cop yelled at me.
Keeping my balance on the windy roof, I answered "Jump out of the car! NOW!"
"No way! Get down form there!"
"DO IT! NOW!"
Time went into slow motion, as he dove out, the bridge started to lift up, the suspects car made it, ours didn't.
The car hit the edge, explosion slow motion; fire gathered around me, the momentum sent me flying onto the suspect's car, smashing the rear window. He looked back, a black guy, in his mid twenties, bald.
He grabbed a pistol, and shot at me, trying to get me off. Replied to this by shooting back, blood squirted out of his eye, I lost my grip, tumbling along the road, the car flew off the side of the bride, I heard and explosion.
Realizing I had a cut on my face, covering my eye with blood, I called fro backup, and got a ride from a fellow officer back to Johnson.
When we arrived an ambulance had arrived, and a few squad cars surrounded him. Johnson laid out on the grass, his legs and arm were stiff, on hand over his wound, blood covered his dark blue, almost black suite, he was still breathing.
There was a slight chance he could survive.