A/N: In this chapter, there is a chase scene. I'm nto sure how well I described it, but I did my best, and the chase is actually set in the game's enviornment, so you could track exactly where they ran... just wanted to point that out. Enjoy.

Later that morning Max's pain subsided. He finally got up and ate breakfast with Pierce, Joey was in the living room area. Eventually he got up around noon. As he walked by the kitchen, he heard Joey talking on the phone, "nor-bye." Joey hung up the phone.

Max sat down to a breakfast of cheap cereal. Joey had eaten everything else, but it was better than nothing. He finished then headed towards the bathroom, passing by Pierce on the way there.

Out in the parking lot, French goons were rigging Max's Police Cruiser. By the time they were finished, they were about to head out of the parking garage.

"Did you fix ze timer?" Asked one.

"It waz… complicated. But I zinc so.

The sound of an explosion was heard behind them. "Son of e bitch. You dumbass. Now we have to do it ourselves."

Something exploded. Max jumped, "Shit."

"The fuck? You hear that guys?" Pierce asked as they ran over to the window.

Down below a few people ran around, out in the congested parking garage. A Police Cruise was engulfed in flames, eating away at the car. Max's heart jumped as he reached for his side. His LX-34 rested safely within his holster. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Fuck." said Pierce.

"The hell? That's our car!" Max and Pierce rushed out of the room, leaving Joey behind. The exited into the parking garage on the second floor, running over to the burning car. Sirens signaled fire trucks. "Holy shit!" Max and Pierce examined the car. "Fuck. Another assassination attempt." said Pierce.

"Shit!" Max threw his hands up, "They know where we are." Cars sped by, Max spotted a certain one. "Pierce! Hit the deck!" The two dropped to the ground hard. The yellow Sentinel sped by with the sound of gunfire. After a few shots Max and Pierce got back up. The car was doing a lap around the parking lot. Pedestrians fled the area at the sound of gunshots.

Max dashed to the nearest car, a blue Vincent, and shattered the windows. He hopped in the drivers seat, Pierce joined him in the passengers seat. The chase began.

The yellow Sentinel passed again, an assassin shooting at the blue Premier. They pulled out of the parking spot and tailed the Sentinel, dodging gunfire and parked cars along the narrow path. The two cars went into the lower level of the outdoor parking garage. Taking a quick left then right, the headed out of the Visage's main entrance. The firing seized temporarily as speed picked up on the strip, both vehicles dodging cars. They came to the first right and took it, screeching as they drifted into the turn, leaving tire marks. The firing began again, every once in a while a bullet out a hole into the cars framing. They drove south of the Visage, over Harry Gold Parkway.

The gates to the airport were ahead, The yellow Sentinel took the hard right, nearly crashing into a forklift that was on the road. Max did the same, nearly missing the forklift. Max caught up, both cars speeding up. Using the PIT maneuver Max caused them to crash into a telephone pole, sending one of them flying out the backseat. Max neared, the yellow Sentinel sped off, leaving one behind.

"Take the wheel, keep on them!" And with that, Max turned, nearly hitting the pole himself, diving out of the car, rolling a few feet. Pierce quickly slid into the drivers seat and began chase.

Max scrambled to get up, his LX in hand. The assassin had hopped the wall in front of them. Max did the same. They raced through the middle of the apartment complex, running through the bushes to the northernmost side. The assassin managed to hop onto the carports covering, climbing onto it. Max did the same, hitting his knee on the way up, giving it a numb feeling. the assassin was hopping onto the apartment building's roof. It was a four foot jump to grab the ledge, Max was right behind him, he almost fell. The roof was quite small, the assassin slid off a small slanted are to the ground below, Max still right behind him, doing a roll as he hit the ground. They raced across the street, dodging traffic and jumping into someone's yard on the left side of the intersecting street.

They two dodged people sitting in the yard and headed around the northern side of the house, hopping over another fence to the street. Max chased the assassin down an alley directly to the right of the street and them as well. He was lucky the assassin dropped his gun, and Max wasn't about to kill his only lead. Down the alley they dodged trash bags, cans, and dumpsters until a little ways down the alley they hopped into yet another persons backyard. They dashed through, nearly falling from a tight change in direction, then crossing an empty road, through another persons yard across the street, over a fence and into another alley. The chase became slower as the both of they were getting slightly tired, Max's chest and legs beginning to feel numb from all of the fence hopping. In a desperate attempt to loose Max, the assassin hopped another wall, then dashed across the street they had once been at before, Max seemed like a magnet that would never go away, as he was still right behind the assassin. They both began to breath hard.

They headed across another street and hopped another painful wall into another apartment complex. They sped up as they dashed down a walkway into an enclosed area. From here the headed south, Max getting closer and closer to his target. They were but a mere five feet away when they hopped a wall and ran through a small garden of bushes, and across another street sideways, hopping over hedges and running through a very grassy, bushy area. The airport became visible, only two houses ahead. Max hit a bush and lost his footing, catching himself before he fell. "Shit!" He screamed. He hopped a last wall.

The assassin seemed to be going fifty miles an hour, an crashed over his own foot, falling to the a cement driveway with a sonic boom. Max hopped over the wall, pulling out his LX. "freeze dirt bag."

They were in a driveway, a house to their right, a tree and grass ahead of them. They were both tired and covered in perspiration. Pedestrians nervously walked away at the sight of a cop and his gun.

"It's over." Max said. "Who are you? Sean?"

"No.. Mr. Payne. I am Jose"

"Why do you sound happy? Don't you know you are going to jail?"

"I highly doubt that… Mr. Payne."

"It's Detective Payne." Jose laughed.

The cold feeling of a gun barrel pressed against Max's neck. "Drop the weapon, son." That voice. It sounded familiar. "Drop it!" Max dropped his LX, the man kicked it away. Jose arose and walked next to the man holding Max up. "Now… get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Max looked at their shadows, Max was on his knees with his hands behind his head, a gun pointed at the back of his head, a large man held the gun. It looked like he was dressed in a trench coat.

A sharp pain entered Max's neck, he let out a small scream and fell to the ground. He still felt conscious. A few second later that consciousness drifted away, his world went black.

Around the same time, Leon had discovered where Greg was hiding. He arrived at Gabe's house.

Greg looked out the window in shock (he was the only one home). He dashed downstairs into the garage, hopping onto a newly bought PCJ bike that Gabe had. He opened the garage door and sped out, nearly hitting his head on the garage door on his way out. Leon had just gotten out of his car when he spotted the door opening up. He hopped into the Cruiser and started it up. The bike sped out, Leon gave chase.

This chase lead halfway across Las Ventures, through Prickle Pine, then up and down The Strip. That was when Greg realized he couldn't get Leon off of his tail. He lead Leon through a series of dangerous turns until the eventually came into an enclosed area surrounded by apartments. A ramp was Greg's last exit. They both sped towards it at a decent speed.

Jose and Kingpin were standing over Max's body. "Are they on their way over yet?" Kingpin asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah, just around the corner, but that damn Vincent is still on their tail."

"Let's hurry this up then." Kingpin smiled, "We got him. It's like I always say. Chance favors the prepared mind."

"That it does." Jose agreed.

It was then that to their left they saw a bike rise into the air, hitting there ground and taking a hard right. A Police Cruiser followed. Unable to turn as well as the bike, it skidded sideways at a great speed. Jose and Kingpin cursed as they dove out of the day. The Cruiser slid over Max's body, leaving it untouched. It eventually came to a stop, crashing sideways into the houses garage. Leon got out of the car, noticing Max was on the ground.

He looked at the two who were standing, one held a gun. "Oh shit!" Leon pulled out his Beretta and started firing. They two dashed into the road, not returning fire, where a yellow Sentinel stopped. Leon dashed out into the road as they drove off, firing at the Sentinel

Pierce came up behind Leon, not knowing it was him, just that it was a cop. He turned into the driveway and got out in front of the house. He rushed to Max's side.

Leon kept shooting as the Sentinel came back. He reloaded and kept firing. The Sentinel sped towards him, picking up speed. Pierce glanced at the cop, noticing his long blonde hair, "Leon." he whispered. Pierce joined Leon from the sidewalk, firing at the Sentinel which was speeding up. It got to close, "Leon! Run!" Pierce shouted, looking at the sentinel, examining the driver.

Leon made a dash for the driveway and failed. The yellow Sentinel smashed into Leon, sending him tumbling over the car, breaking the windshield. Leon fell to the ground. The Sentinel disappeared behind the turn.

Pierce stood shocked. Not only at Leon getting hit, but the driver of the Sentinel. He looked like someone Pierce knew, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Knowing this, he filed it in the back of his mind then rushed to Leon's aid.