The sun slowly awoke the city as Joey Leone prepared himself to do something that was going to take all of his courage, he had to be brave. His new threads, glasses, beard, and hair style disguised himself very well. He toughly examined himself for flaws, anything that would make the Mafia suspect him.

The radio said that it was November first, five am, and the sun was already starting to peek over the horizon of water. A nice acoustic song was easing Joey's thoughts. His black eye was almost completely gone, an extremely light shade of grey was all that was left.

Joey made his way downstairs, to his ghetto-brown-Kuruma car. Every time he entered it, a stench of 'oldness' offended him. In an attempt to counter the offensive smell, he sprayed some of the 'new car smell' spray all over. That would help, at least a bit.

The car moved smoothly, and slowly through Liberty, amongst the blue shaded cars and people. The air became frosty cold, he could see his breath inside the car. With no heating, that's the price he paid for stealing a 'shit-car' as he referred to it.

As he neared the Callahan bridge, he spotted a couple kissing passionately on the sidewalk, amongst other passers-by. Joey stared at them for a few seconds, briefly thinking about the "good times" when he had Misty. Misty. God, she was great. Misty had been offed but only two days after Joey was sent to prison.

They snuck in and had someone stab her, while the other recorded it on camera, after which the beat the shit out of her, for at least a half an hour. After that they put her bloody bruised body in the back of a car, and drove it to the crusher in Harwood. They sent the tape to Joey, in prison, most of the tape was just a movie called, 'Vertical Bird?' recorded on JBO, but at the end recorded over the movie was the murdering of Misty.

Those bitches. "God! DAMN IT!" Joey punched the dashboard, making it cave in over the glove compartment. He let out a brief laugh and kept driving.

He began driving North on Portland, heading towards Saint Marks. As he neared the Mafia's territory, something dawned on him… No… way… His stomach was growling. He had forgotten to eat.

Oh well, I don't need food. Many people have gone days without food, I'll be alright.

He had entered Saint Marks, mysterious suits passed him. Joey nervously and quietly drove through. Beads of perspiration slid down the side of his face. The suits took a look at him, but then dismissed him as an every-day individual.

Joey slowly neared what was, or used to be, Mamma's restaurant. Having no clue what happened, it was now just a restaurant. What seemed like waves of Mafia men patrolled the area, each packing an automatic M4, others with MPG's.

Joey parked the car but half a block away. He anxiously locked his door, and blended in with the crowd and he made his way towards the restaurant. It was now just across the street. What could he do now? He can't kill anybody, because they would go after him and hunt him down. I need to see what's going on.

As a pedestrian opened a door to the apartment complex, Joey slipped inside with him. The smell was bad enough, but rats scurried along the floors as well. The walls were puke brown, with tears in them everywhere, some even had holes directly into ones apartment. The floor was wood, a very dark brown covered in trash, rats, old food, and dust.

Joey made his way up the faulty steps, not saying a word, nor making any noises. By the time he got to the third floor, he thought he would have a good enough view from there. He crept down the puke colored hallway, and took a look out of a broken window.

He counted three suites out front on the sidewalk, who seemed to be just walking, but mysteriously were staying around the restaurant. Two more were in the small alley to the stairway, four were sitting at the tables, while the last two guarded each side of the door. Who the hell would want to eat at a restaurant with all those suites there? You'd have to be crazy!

There wasn't much Joey could do for now, just wait. A large figure exited the restaurant dressed in an expensive tux, holding a cell phone. Toni.

Joey desperately tried to listen in, over the chatter of pedestrians, humming and honking of cars, sirens in the background, and the occasional gunshot. Not getting much, the only word Joey managed to lip read was "okay."

As Joey scanned the area, an unusually black (possibly armored?) Mafia Sentinel pulled up, Toni and a few suites got in. This was Joey's chance, to trail them, and see what was happening.

As he Rushed back to his car, Joey ran into a few pedestrians, while dodging others. As started his car up, and kept his distance from the coal-black Sentinel. He trailed them form the restaurant to Portland Harbor, with no encounters. He parked the car at the entrance and grabbed his new binoculars form the back seat, which was next to a large box.

Zooming in on the situation, Joey spotted a Maverick helicopter in the distance. A black Patriot, a green Bobcat, and the Black Sentinel dotted the harbor. Men also stood around the chopper. Two suites and Toni loaded up and took off. The sky was getting brighter buy the minute, as the air got colder.

The helicopter soared above him, as he hid in his car. He would have to trail the chopper, he had to find out where it was going. With no time to loose, he hopped into his car and sped off. Luckily for him, there were no cops around, as he did thirty miles over the speed limit and glided past cars over sidewalks and grass. He had a hard time seeing the chopper above, through the L Train track, but Joey kept heading towards Luigi's club, past the Subway.

Eventually, he came out to the large grassy area, an stopped the car as the helicopter slowed down. Gun shots poisoned the air, as if in a real war. This was it. Hopefully if Joey got into a firefight, the Mafia would not recognize him, hopefully they would not hunt him down.

He drove past the set of new buildings, where all of the action was happening. An army of cars and men surrounded the buildings, bullets streamed past each side of the courtyard. Hopefully not being seen, Joey sped over behind the commercial building.

After he turned off the car, he quickly put on the bullet proof vest he had in the back seat. After strapping it on, he took out the large box, and carefully opened it to reveal two vintage sawn-off shotguns, with a box of thirty-six shells. He loaded them up, and was ready to go.

Hiding behind his glasses, he cautiously made his way, hugging the buildings wall, heading east. His goal was to find out why the cop car he got a glimpse of on his way in was there, or rather, "who was in the cop car."

The courtyard was just ahead, ricocheting bullets flew by, followed by the constant chatter of gunfire. A small, brown, two-story building was just ahead. Joey poked his head into the courtyard for a look. Bodies and weapons dotted the yard, along with clips, shells, and bullet holes. Two men entered the brown building. One had a leather coat on.

Max Payne. Joey thought. Joey knew Payne ever since Max caught him robbing a house when he was younger, and sent to Juvenile Hall. Joey almost laughed, he needed Max's help. Knowing what kind of cap Max was, Joey tried to find a safer way into the building, maybe a faulty wall he could break down without having to run in the courtyard.

Noticing there was a dark brown panel for a window, Joey pressed upon it with his body, until he had to basically punch it. He broke the panel out and crawled inside, his glasses fell off as he entered. A few Yakuza hurried upstairs. A slight sound of a helicopter was sill in the background, Toni. A few bodies were on the floor in the room.

As Joey stood up, he heard a voice yell "FREEZE!" He sounded Japanese.

Preparing himself to kill again, Joey crept up the circular staircase. There was more Japanese talking.

As he entered the room, four Yakuza held up two cops, one Joey knew was Max. There was a hole in the wall, the cops on one side, Joey and the Yakuza in the other. Joey smiled as he pulled up his left hand shotgun, ready to blow the men away.

The guns barrel light up in a large yellow flash, as one of the Yakuza heads was torn apart form the shot, only a foot or two away.

The Yakuza turned to see their demise, about to pull the trigger, Joey pulled up his right hand gun and blasted another Yakuza's chest out, forcing him to the ground like a rag doll.

As Joey dropped to the ground, bullets flew over his head and he pulled up his two shotguns, aiming at the Yakuza, he blasted the last two in their stomachs, forcing them down just like the others.

Now blood splattered, Joey stood up. God, shotguns were messy, but they got the job done. He looked to the right, the copper was gone. Joey watched as Max grabbed an Uzi 9mm, and started searching for clips on the dead bodies. Joey smiled.

The other cop examined Joey, "Who the fuck are you?" he said as he walked up to Joey.

"Joey Leone. I need your help." Joey replied.

"Right, so you saved our lives, what do you want?" Max demanded, standing up with his newly acquired weapon.

More gunshots rang out, "You know I was betrayed, right?" Joey explained. Max shook his head. "Yes? I want to help you to take down Toni. I know he had something to do with the murders, I know it!"

Max shook his head once again. Joey knew what Max was thinking, it was probably Toni, but he needed proof.

"Okay, let's go, before we all die." Pierce suggested.

Joey reloaded his shotguns and ran downstairs. "Meet me in Bellville Park tomorrow!" Joey yelled on his way out.

Exiting the same way he came, Joey climbed through the panel, and hugged the commercial building wall, he ran to his car. As he opened the door, a loud explosion made him hesitate. I hope they make it out.

He then loaded up and sped off heading south towards Callahan Bridge, passing many cop cars, fire trucks, and ambulances which were heading towards the construction site.

Trying not to look back, he crossed Callahan Bridge. With not a scratch on him, he was successful today. He headed back towards his apartment and laid down on the couch. What do I do now? He wondered.

Joey started to doze off, still wearing his vest. Joey felt extremely comfortable, the relief of him not being caught by the Mafia was a very good feeling. His stress was relieved. Not knowing how long it had been, he still lay upon the couch.

In a sudden shake, the room shook vigorously, making him fall off his couch. Joey tried to stand up, but couldn't keep his balance. Everything seemed to fall over, the TV, cups, pans on the counter, the clock hanging on the wall, everything.

Joey ran under a door way, and grabbed the walls to keep his balance. After a few seconds, it was over. Joey slumped over to the ground, his heart pounding. His apartment was now completely cluttered. It just keeps on going, doesn't it?

After sitting down for a few, Joey nervously stood up, expecting an aftershock. He walked over to his window. His eyes widened as he stared at the damage done. He could barely see through the dust in the air. He glanced over at Shoreside Vale and was amazed at what he saw…