Max Payne 3
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
584
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Max Payne 3
Disclaimer: I own none of max payne’s characters, id imagine rockstar owns all of them.
Max Payne 3.
Part 1: Prologue.
The man picked up the box and walked towards the truck, taking a cautious look over his shoulder. He didn’t need any fuck ups, not tonight. He was alone, in a garage, loading explosives onto a truck for some English bastard to buy, he didn’t care where it was going, or even why, he just wanted to end his part of the job and go home.
Once the last box had been put into the truck, he slammed the door shut, the noise echoed around the garage, before the echo stopped there was a loud click, and the electronic door on the garage started to open. Shit, he thought. He started to move towards the cab of the truck where his gun was held, he paused to glance up and saw that standing at the entrance was the silhouette of a person, their arms outstretched and pointed in his direction. The last four seconds of the man’s life were a blur, Automatic gunfire erupted from the two Ingram’s held in the silhouettes arm. Bullets ripped through the mans chest, exploding in a flash of red. As the hit the floor he heard a british accent say,
“Nothing personal, but I’d rather not pay for them.”
Arrogant British Fuck, thought the man, as his eyes closed for the last time.
Max Payne 3.
Part 1: Prologue.
The man picked up the box and walked towards the truck, taking a cautious look over his shoulder. He didn’t need any fuck ups, not tonight. He was alone, in a garage, loading explosives onto a truck for some English bastard to buy, he didn’t care where it was going, or even why, he just wanted to end his part of the job and go home.
Once the last box had been put into the truck, he slammed the door shut, the noise echoed around the garage, before the echo stopped there was a loud click, and the electronic door on the garage started to open. Shit, he thought. He started to move towards the cab of the truck where his gun was held, he paused to glance up and saw that standing at the entrance was the silhouette of a person, their arms outstretched and pointed in his direction. The last four seconds of the man’s life were a blur, Automatic gunfire erupted from the two Ingram’s held in the silhouettes arm. Bullets ripped through the mans chest, exploding in a flash of red. As the hit the floor he heard a british accent say,
“Nothing personal, but I’d rather not pay for them.”
Arrogant British Fuck, thought the man, as his eyes closed for the last time.