The day passed by slowly in the Visage as Max, Pierce and Joey were trying to locate the Smith brothers. So far there were no leads as to their location except a yellow Sentinel, or Sentinel XS. Nobody got a good enough look at the description, and the license plate wasn't even there.
Max was searching in the SVPD database through the car sales in San Andreas, for a 1986 model of a Sentinel XS. So far, no results were found, and Max was getting tired of this searching. He closed his laptop and put a pillow under his head. Before he knew it he dozed off.
"Max," Joey said, tapping on Max's shoulder, "hey Max. Maaaax! MAAX!"
Max jumped, "Ah-uh, err, what?" Max barely managed to get out. Joey slightly laughed.
"C'mon Max, Pierce fell asleep, let's go get a beer at the bar downstairs."
Max sat up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. "W-what time is… it?"
"Just after seven." Joey headed for the door with Max following him. They continued down the hallway to an elevator and arrived on the casino floor. Some seventies song was playing while they continued across the gambling floor.
They reached the bar and sat down. "What would you like, sirs?" asked a good-looking pretty young girl.
"I'll have a beer." said Joey.
"Oh, um, whiskey, please. Thanks." Moments passed, they sat at the bar quietly.
"So, what are we gonna do Max, really?"
"Well, if we can't find them… and I don't think we can. We're just going to have to let them find us."
"Too risky."
"What other choice do we have, Pier-I mean Joey."
"Sirs." The young woman handed them their drinks. Max took a long drink.
"We need to find that yellow Sentinel. It has to be somewhere in the city, why don't we search for it?"
"What are the odds of us finding one car, out of all the cars in this city man? Come on?"
"We don't any other choice though, Max."
Max took another large drink, it was almost gone. "Fine. We'll do it your way then. I just hope they don't catch on, because if they do, we could get ambushed. They probably have their watchdogs following us around."
"I know that feeling. Every time to turn a corner, you're afraid someone is looking for you. The feeling of being watched when you are all alone. Like there are eyes staring at you through the darkness. I hate it." A bell rang in the background, followed by screaming. Someone had juts won that Turismo that was on display in the middle of the room.
"Hah, luck bastard." Max said.
Pierce woke himself up. He looked around the room for Max. There was no sign of him. "No way." Pierce was still half asleep. "Max got kidnad-kidnad-kid-kid… damn." He collapsed back onto the bed.
"Come on, think Max. Think. Think damn it, think!" Max said to himself.
"Uh, sir, would you like another?" Max shook his head, the gal came back with another Whiskey.
"Come on, Max… You always figure something out… Come on!" Max sat there with his hands pressed against his forehead, trying to sort through this information. He took another large drink of the Whiskey. It wasn't until five minutes later that Max noticed Joey was gone.
Pierce stumbled out of the doorway into the hall. He locked the door and headed towards the elevator. He still felt groggy from his allergy medicine, but he wanted to find Max. With one eye closed, he made his way to the gambling floor. People stared at him, he looked like an overworked workaholic… It looked as if he were still asleep. On the ride to the gambling floor, everyone in the elevator went to the opposite side as Pierce.
He made his way around the casino like a zombie, looking for Max. He spotted Joey at a machine. Pierce tapped him on the shoulder, "What-Pierce?"
"Yay… whers Mac?"
"You okay buddy? You should get some coffee. Max's over at the bar."
Pierce waved goodbye to Joey and stumbled over to Max. Pierce sat next to him. Max was at work.
"Think… think… okay Max. So here's what you have so far… Kingpin knows the Smith bothers, who are working for the Mafia," Max spoke very fast, to himself. "which means that Toni, Connor, and that… Stephen guy? Yeah, they have to be down here, in relation to Nicoletti Cruz, plus his right hand man, Padrino… which means they must know about this Kingpin assassin and the Smith Brothers. Come to think of it, Nicoletti probably got the Smith Brothers hired by kingpin, which means wherever Kingpin will be, the Smith Brothers will be, if we locate the Smith Brothers, then we have Kingpin, if we take out Kingpin, we'll have taken out their assassin, which would mean, that the Mafia would either have to take us out themselves, or hire another assassin to o their dirty work… By then we would started getting some information out of Kingpin, and use that to take down the Mafia, one step at a time going up the ladder. That means taking out their leaders, Stephen, Toni, then Padrino…. Which would get the LV Mafia good and pissed off, making them come after us… but if we get to Nicoletti and take him out, they would've lost their leader. Then we would just have to take out Connor… and that would solve our problems."
Because… The Mafia will be confused without their leaders, that's all that really matters. We would probably also have to take out the Cruz family tree, we already know that the Jack and the Cipriani family's are taken out… not too sure about that Stephen out though… oh well, by then we would have done enough damage to the Mafia here, and in LC. They will be at an all time low, very weak, allowing others gangs to finish them, then we would have no more Mafia problem. Goddamn Max, I think you've done it again. Goddamn, you're a genius Max. I don't believe how I can come up with this stuff. Yeah. I feel good. You've got it!"
Pierce stared at Max, who was writing in his 'Hand Dandy Notebook' everything he had just said. Everyone at the bar moved over a couple seats away, to get avoid Max, while the bartenders stared at him, they were uneasy. Max looked up, excuse me, bartender? Another whiskey please?"
"I think you've had enough."
"Ahh.. Come on, just one more…"
"Okay." She handed him a drink.
"So, Max." Piece said, sitting by Max.
"Oh, hey Pierce."
Pierce started laughing, "That's Max. Always thinks better with some alcohol in you."
"So… are you saying I am an alcoholic?"
"What-no-no Max, I am just saying that you… That you-you… Ah fuck it, just forget it Max. Excuse me? Can I get a Martini please?" Pierce looked at Max. "So… do you have it all figured out Max?"
"Yeah… I think so… But I wouldn't get too attached to any plan, mine yours or Joey's. Because its like I always say, 'Thing never turn out the way you think they will.' And actually, that phrase in pretty safe to live by. Four out of five times, it's true."
"Mother fucker! Stupid Casino asshole machine!"
Max sighed, "Joey…"
Joey stomped over to the bar. "I'm going to bed! Damn it! Fucking machines take my money." Joey walked over towards the elevators. "Computer assholes. Technology bitches." He left Max and Pierce at the bar laughing.
"So-so how much money do you think he lost?" Pierce asked, taking a sip of his Martini.
"How much money does he have?" They laughed. "Um, can I get another? Thanks." Max took another drink.
They spent a few more hours on the casino floor, not so much gambling, but drinking and talking. It was around eleven, and they weren't even tired. Later that night they returned to the hotel room to find Joey passed out on the floor. They ignored him and went to bed in their own rooms, drunk…
The next morning birds were chirping outside of Max's window. His head ached at such an intensity that they were hurting him. "Stupid dumbass birds!" He shouted… "Owwww!" He put a pillow over his head and continued sleeping.
Pierce was in the other bedroom, sleeping as well, except he had earplugs and wasn't hurting at all. Joey awoke an hour ago, at six and was playing a videogame that came with the room. He was making scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, along with either milk or orange juice. Joey walked over to Max's room. He opened the door. "Max, get up! Time for breakfast man!"
"Nooooo! You're being to loud dumbass! Owwww! Fuck! Owww!"
"Holy crap Max!"
"Shut up-uh-a-owwwwww"
"Are you hung over Max? No way! An you-you're on the job man! A drunk cop! How often to you see that?" Joey quickly closed the door as a shoe came hurdling towards him, followed by a thud.
"Owwww!" Joey shrugged and walked over to get Pierce up for breakfast.