Grand Theft Auto: Max Payne In Liberty City

Chapter Zero-Rescue Situation.

I stepped into a dark office, the fan above me soothing; I sat down across from the sergeant, Jerry Hockfield.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he began to speak, "Well, Payne. We have a situation. The Mayor, O'Donovan, his daughter has been kidnapped. This is a major issue. We think we know where they have her, but are not sure."

"What's this have to do with me?"

"Well, we need you to go undercover, and find out if this is true."

"I have other things to do."

"Like what Max? Your job!"

"I think I know where the 5 of Clubs is."

"That doesn't matter, her life is at stake. I see you in a few hours."

I walked out of the room, and took a large drink of my coffee. Now I have to deal with this crap.

A few hours later, I found myself getting dressed up in a disguise, walking down the street at Atlantic Quays. Triads were on the streets here, I passed them as they stared at me, almost angrily; I would have to be careful around here.

I walked up to the fish factory. Before I tried to go in, I heard, "Get down bitch!"

"You want to fuckin mess with me? Huh? Huh?" Another mans voice said.

"We should just shoot her." I heard the sound of screaming, silenced through tape.

"Moron, the boss will kill us! Get her in the car!" I heard a thump, then another. The car started up, and the gate opened.

I sprinted to my car a ways away, the street Triads came running towards me, with butcher knives, and crowbars, as I drove out, my car smashed into one, sending him flying into the air.

The car took off, heading towards that café under Callahan Bridge. I took a shortcut, meeting them in Chinatown. I didn't have the option of blowing my cover here, they would kill her.

I found myself stepping out of my car, after they had taken her inside a building. I really didn't know where I was. Two blue suites guarded on door. Their fish vans covered the parking lot. I noticed an "overpass" over the road to an L Train Station.

I was at their Fish Factory. I was about to blow my cover. They might kill her, and "like all the bad things in my life. It starts with the death of a woman."

I had a silenced Glock, under my coat, with only one clip of twelve bullets. I took aim across the street (I had fixed a small scope onto it).

As the man to the right side of the door jolted back, I took aim again, while the other guy looked at him. He too jolted back, and fell to the ground. I sprinted across the street.

I took their MP5's, and hid them under my coat. I stepped through the rusted metal door.

Crates filled the room; there were a very small flight of stairs to my right, leading up about three feet to another level. I ducked behind a large crate, noticing a catwalk around the building; the second floor.

Guards walked around, while some of the Triads were working, loading up the crates; others operating machinery.

I spotted the girl, being brought into a room on the second floor. I had to get to her.

A man walked in front of me, not noticing me in the dark. He turned to me, I had no choice but to shoot him in the face. He dropped to the ground, making a noise. Two more guards walked over to his body, one shouted, "Intruder!"

9 bullets left, as they got to his body, I shot them both in the head, 7 rounds remaining.

"What the hell?" a man yelled.

There was a metal door on the steps to my left, I dashed for it, out in the open. Everyone spotted me…

It was locked.

"Oh shit!" I screamed, diving over the ledge, 7 different MP5's had shot at me, I narrowly escaped. I noticed they were working together. They were going to surround me.

I took out the dual MP5's. I heard the rumbled of foot steps around the large "truck sized" crate. Readying myself, I dove around the corner, 4 men stood there, like idiots, as I filled them with bloody red holes, as I flew through the air.

I hit the cement floor, hard, and struggled to get back up. "Freeze!" A Triad voice said.

I felt the tip of an MP5 on the back of my head.

"Drop them!" I hesitated. "NOW!"

With my back right leg, I kicked backwards, hitting him in the nads.

As he struggled, I grabbed him MP5 (dropping mined), put it to his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

Grabbing my MP5's, I ran down a corridor of crates, to a large metal gate that leads outside.

I climbed up a cement looking staircase to the catwalk on the second floor. The last two guards were up here. One was next to me; the other on the other side of the building, next to a door.

I dropped the man in front of me, aiming to the other, bullet holes covered the area behind him. He fell to the railing.

I started walking to him, unexpectingly; he blew up, crumbling the catwalk to the green door.

I stood there fro a minute, startled at what I had just seen. Blood coated the area around the upper level. He had just, exploded.

It took me a while, but I had finally realized he had been holding a grenade.

I went through a red door on the catwalk. This was an office; paper spread about, a PC on the desk, a bookshelf, nothing out of the normal. There was another door, as I entered it, I was greeted by 2 M4 wielding triads.

I ducked to the ground, the door behind me filled up with bullet holes. I was in the kitchen (probably where they cook the fish… or if it's artificial, where they make it). I rolled under a counter; I was running out of ammo for the MP5's.

"Go that way!" A man said.

I jumped up, they weren't expecting that. I shot one up, while having to dive over the counter to avoid there others bullets. He was shooting like crazy, covering the room with plaster, and trash that was being knocked down.

He stopped shooting, I jumped up, dropping my MP5s and ran up to him. I kicked the gun out of his hands, grabbed his arm, and twisted it till I heard a snap. Holding him in that painful position, I kicked him in the face, snapping his neck.

I grabbed his M4, and loaded it. There was one more door. I entered it. In the hallway, I heard struggling.

"Do you see what you get?" A man said, they were in a conversation.

"What did I do to you?" a girl said.

"If he gets up here, you're dead! You had better hope he doesn't make it!"

"When will the extra units be here?"

"I don't know soon!"

I went through a door, next to the room they were talking in. I noticed a small "door" in the wall. I slowly slid it open, looking at the man holding a gun to the girls face, and everyone looked towards the door. Four people. I could take the.

I grabbed my Glock in one hand, the M4 in the other. I opened the small door (more like a window than a door). I shot the man with the hostage in the legs; I covered the others with bullet holes.

I ran into the hall and into the room, the girl was tied up in a chair. I untied her; the man under her was still alive.

There was a crash outside in the crate room. Three vans pulled through the metal garage doors. Triads filtered out I noticed one man, it was the 9 Of Clubs.

The one under me that is alive, the 6 Of Clubs. These men don't deserve to live. I heard footsteps outside the office. I pushed the 6 Of Clubs out, the men shot him up, thinking it was me.

"Up there! Shoot!" I heard someone say. I untied the girl, and ran to the window. An M79. Oh crap.

I grabbed the girl, we jumped out the window, the grenade flew past my head, the office blew up in flames, we landed on the roof of a van.

I jumped up, shooting the five men around us. More came, I kept unloading on them. The girl had started up the van.

I got in, she drove like crazy out onto the streets, the Triads still shooting at us. I returned fire. We headed towards the Police Station.

The 9 Of Clubs was still alive.