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Max Payne Three: The Beginning	By : Eikyo Category: +M through R > Max Payne Views: 1518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: This is my first “Max Payne” fiction, if you do have constructive criticism, that is accepted. Flames are not. I hope you all enjoy the story.

What happens when a good cop is thrown in with the dregs of the DEA? Will the memory of his dead family, the horrors he sees on the streets, and the murder of a fallen comrade blur his sense of right and wrong?

Max Payne Three

The Beginning

Chapter One:

False Hope

I felt like I had awoken from a nightmare. It seemed that tracking down the true murderers of my family was just a one way ticket straight into the depths of my own personal hell. On the way to the throne of the Devil himself, I caught a glimpse of a fallen angel with a demonic smile--Mona Sax. She helped heal the poisonous wounds that I felt were impossible to bleed out, and then she melted away into the darkness; shot by the backstabbing gangster Vladimir Lem and gone forever. The story of my life…
I couldn’t go back to the NYPD. The new captain at the DEA a r a real cowboy--Roger Durnham. He said guys like me were a good find, ones that blur the sharp lines of the rules of the law for justice. He asked me to join his squad, and I accepted. At least I wasn’t at a desk. The feel of the streets made me forget about things…and I wasn’t assigned to a shrink.
It was three years since I left Woden’s manor, and Mona’s body, lying cold on the floor. The Downtown DEA office was something to get used to; with it’s cracked floors and peeling wallpaper. The squad was simple, six men. My partner was Greg Isen, a stubborn tough guy type. We butted heads at first, but now we trust each other.
The snow fell along the windowsill of our office, drafts of freezing air blowing in the room through the cracks of the glass, givin the the chills. I was filling out a bit of paper work from our last bust.
Two days ago we arrested a South Korean triad king named Tzu Lyen. He was smuggling a large quantity of Heroin, along with an arsenal of stolen South Korean military firearms right into the New York Harbor. Lyen was also a murderer; he had his wife and family killed seven years ago for the hefty insurance money by one of Angelo Punchinello’s thugs. The Don had been a personal friend of Lyen’s, going back to the seventies, when Lyen jumped a freighter to New York.
Lyen was down in lockup, screaming about needing a lawyer; he had his killed two weeks ago. Isen was making a phone call to Judge Makowski for a search warrant for the apartment of Lyen’s partner in crime, an ex-hooker by the name of Miki Chang.
I finished the report and set it aside. There wasn’t much to tell. We confiscated the freighter’s merchandise, and found Lyen down in his quarters. He surrendered swiftly, arrogant that he’d be out within the night.
Isen slammed down his phone.
“Can you believe that bitch?” He started, “Do you think its circumstantial evidence that she works for Tzu Lyen and has a wrap sheet thicker than a phonebook?”
I shook my head, “You shouldn’t have called Makowski. I’ll call Davis, he’s good about things like this.” I said, and then I picked up my phonphone and began to dial the numbers. Isen twirled his ink pen in his hand nervously. Our bust of the boss of the Lyen Triad was about to go down the drain if we couldn’t get into Chang’s apartment. She had the key and we knew it.
After about seven rings, Judge Davis’ husky, just-woke-up voice sounded over the phone.
“How the hell is this? It’s two in the morning!” He said angrily. I sighed.
“This is Detective Payne of the DEA,” I said calmly, “I’m sorry if I woke you up Judge Davis, but we have Tzu Lyen in lock-up…” I hesitated.
“And? Come on Payne, I know you need something. Is it an arrest warrant?” He asked gruffly.
“No, actually, it’s a search warrant. We need to raid Miki Chang.” I said. A sigh sounded from the other line.
“Only if you bring it now. I’ll be asleep in a half hour.” He said. I smirked.
“Thank you Judge Davis.” I said thankfully. Davis grunted and hung up. I then hung up my end and looked over at Isen, he was still twirling the damn pen, and looking anxious as hell.
“We got it. But we have to bring it now.” I said, then stood, grabbing my leather jacket. Isen let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Jesus Christ, I thought this all was going to fall through our fingers.” He said, putting on his gray parka. I nodded my head.
“Yeah, in a New York minute.”
* * *
Judge Davis’ posh Fifth Avenue apartment took a bit longer than a half hour to get to, but we made it all the same. It was on the twenty-seventh floor of a swank building overlooking Central Park called the Florenza. Isen and I stood in front of the black lacquered door, and he knocked twice. I was reading over the warrant, and Isen was looking up and down the hall.
“How much you think it would cost to live in this place?” He asked mildly, now looking at the gold-plated light fixtures on each side of Davis’ door. I shrugged.
“A few thousand a month probably. Not including utilities.” I said, my eyes scanning the paragraph entitled “Search and Seizure.” Isen knocked again, and then rang the doorbell.
“Shit, what’s taking him so long?” He asked impatiently. I didn’t answer. Finally, just as Isen was about to knock again, the Judge opened his door, looking ornery in a not-so-flattering pinstripe bathrobe. Isen grinned.
“Hey there Judge Davis. Beautiful night?” He asked. The judge narrowed his red-rimmed eyes.
“Give me the fucking warrant Payne.” He said, turning his gaze to me. I handed it over fast, along with a pen I scrounged out of my pocket. Judge Davis pressed the warrant against his door and scanned with his eyes at high speed. He then signed it carelessly in all the appropriate places and tossed it back at me, along with my pen.
“Thank you Judge.” I said, stuffing the paperwork into my pocket. The Judge nodded and then slammed the door in our faces. Isen popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth.
“Time to Rock and Roll.” He said, flashing a wicked grin that the Devil would wear regularly and leading the way down the hallway. I shook my head and followed.
Greg Isen had a bad tendency of getting over excited when doing his job. He had already been put on probation for three counts of brutality when I arrived. But, since then, I’ve noticed his desire to “Get his gun off” a few times before asking questions. Now he was facing an inquiry with Internal Affairs for one such case.
Last month we were to arrest a drug kingpin in Spanish Harlem. His name was Emilio Sanchez. We entered the apartment, with full S.W.A.T. back up. We divided into teams, and I went the opposite way of Isen. In the process of searching the place, we heard one gunshot. My team and I rushed to the sound, and we found Sanchez on the floor, bullet in his head. Isen’s half of the S.W.A.T. looked blankly down at the body, guns in hand. No one’s barrel was smoking except for Isen’s Police issue. There was a Berretta Nine Millimeter beside Sanchez on the floor, but none of us bought that he drew first. Not even our “Fuck rules” Captain, Durnham.
We all kept quiet, then IA knocked on our door. I was expecting a summons to testify to them on my desk any day now, but I didn’t want to worry about it until then.
We got out of the elevator and walked out into the bitter February night. I took out my walkie-talkie from my belt and began to call the order in.
“This is Detective Payne of the DEA, badge number 4221. I’m calling all DEA units to 646 Glenwood Avenue to carry out a Search Warrant for a Miss Miki Chang. I repeat, 646 Glenwood Avenue to carry out a Search and Seize for Miki Chang.” I called, and then hung the walkie-talkie back onto my belt. Isen took out his Police issue nine millimeter and slammed in a fresh clip. I eyed him as I got into the passenger seat of the car.
Isen stuck his gun in his holster and climbed into the Driver’s seat. I lit it up as we raced out of there, headed ten blocks down.
Isen swerved in and out of traffic at record speed. I held onto the elbow rest with white knuckles. He tailgated a taxicab, honked and spewed a few obscenities, and then we pulled in front of Chang’s complex. A few cars had arrived, not as much as we hoped. I blinked off the cherry and slid out of the car.
A few DEA agents, maybe about seven or eight, stood around one of the other Detective’s car. They all had their guns drawn, and DEA jackets on their backs. Isen and I flashed our badges as we approached the car.
“Hello gentleman. Are we ready to bust this bitch?” Isen said, still wearing his devilish grin. I had become worried by now. He was getting a little excited again, and I wanted Chang to live. The evidence wasn’t anything without her to back it up.
“Can you please take it down a notch?” I whispered to him as the DEA agents murmured awkwardly to Isen’s outlandish question. He winked at me in response.
“Calm down Max. We don’t do busts everyday.” He said, slightly condescending. I frowned.
“We did last night, Isen. Now cool out.” I said firmly, then turned my attention to the Agents, leaving Isen to look a bit stunned.
“The purp is Miki Chang; Ex-prostitute and second in command to Triad boss, Tzu Lyen. We busted Lyen last night, and now it’s time to take her down. I didn’t ask for an arrest warrant because we are bound to find something illegal in here, and we’re looking for anything. Drugs, weapons, illegal porn, the works.” I said, looking around at all of them, they nodded. A couple more cars pulled up behind me, and three more agents got out.
“Join the group fellows.” I said, momentarily looking back at them. They all grabbed guns and DEA Jackets from their trunks and then joined the huddle. I repeated my first statements, and then continued.
“Miki’s smart. She won’t try to run. I won’t say that she’ll go like a little lamb, but she’ll come. So no cowboy business,” I flashed my eyes over to Isen, “Understood?” They all nodded and murmured in agreement. Isen just stared back at me, his dark eyes looking horribly hollow in the dim street light. I tore my eyes from him and pulled out my gun.
“All right, let’s move out.” I said hollowly. My mouth was now dry, and it seemed that a million questions were racing through my head. Was Isen going to try something? How many times does he think he can get away with this? And what the hell was that look all about?

Isen ran up beside me as we entered the building. I avoided his eyes. I knew now that I’d have to watch him like a hawk--he was just a dirty cop to me now. We climbed a flight of stairs, and then another. This building was in horrific shape next to Judge Davis’, but it was still nicer than the one I had.
We all halted outside the door of number 36B. We divided into teams on each side of the door. I looked over at Isen, who had his gun cocked.
“We go into together, Greg. No teams.” I whispered, eyeing his gun. He shrugged.
“Just knock Max.” He said, his voice biting with impatience, and a gleam was in his eyes. I swallowed a hard lump in my throat, and against better judgment, I knocked on the door hard.
“What?” Miki Chang’s voice asked loudly.
“You know who this is hooky. Open up, it’s the DEA.” Isen said loudly, I shot him a venomous look. He was showing off, the cocky bastard.
“This is the DEA, Miss Chang! Please open the door or we will break it down!” I said loudly, but calmly. A few seconds later the door swung open. Miki Chang stood there, her long black hair hanging down past her elbows. Her brown eyes were sunken in to her pale and waxy olive skin. Her body was short and bone thin. She looked horrible. She smiled her broke-toothed smile and held out her wrists.
“Go on, arrest me. The Triad owns your DEA. I’ll be out in an hour.” She said in her thick Chinese accent. I smirked at the irony. Those were Lyen’s words last night.
“I believe I can’t arrest you right now,” I said smugly, then held up the warrant for her to see, “We’ve got an order to search the place.” Her brow contracted. Through her high, she understood what was happening. I smirked again.
Then a whiff of something familiar caught my nostrils. It smelled like burning Valkyr; the bright green poison that took so many lives--that took my life. The smell engulfed us like a blazing bonfire. A few of the guys coughed and covered their noses and mouths. One rookie fainted. A small fire burned at the back of my brain.
“What are you burning?” I asked softly, dreading the answer I knew I’d get. She smirked.
“Burning V lowers the dosage, Payne. Mix it with a little Heroin, and you’re sky born.” She said, smiling again. I walked past her into the broken down apartment.
It looked like it was once worth something, but now it was a Valkyr addiction flophouse. The walls were cracked and decaying. The wood floors were split and stripped of their shine--no doubt the Valkyr fumes did that.
I walked past the few people who were passed out and high on the floor in ripped and torn sleeping bags into the kitchen, where a tall and wide pot sat on the stove, burning at high heat; green bubbles generating on the top. The flame in my brain grew as my eyes burned and itched. I walked over and cut it off, then opened a window, letting a cleansing breeze of freezing wind fly through. I breathed in some of the clean air. I cocked my gun and walked back out.
“All right! Hands up! You’re all under arrest!” I shouted, and the DEA Agents barreled through the door, coughing, but handcuffs flying all the same. Isen walked up to me, dragging Miki Chang by the arm.
“Brutality!” She squealed, “Police brutality!” Isen ignored her and drug her further.
“She was trying to run out.” He said, his tone dripping with total disgust.
“I was not you pig bastard!” Chang screeched. I frowned as I pulled out my handcuffs.
“Miki Chang, you are under arrest…” I said slowly as I slapped on the cuffs. Isen finally let go of her, and on her skinny arm was a bruise, and it was shaped like his fingers. I looked over at him and he shrugged.
“She ran hard. What was I supposed to do?” He said, and then he flashed another wicked grin. I shook my head and led her out.
“Tell me what you find.” I ordered over my shoulder.

* * *
I finished reading the rights and sat Chang in the car and shut the door.
I got in the passenger’s seat and took a deep breath.
“You fucking pigs. How dare you break up into my private home and raid it. You got my man last night. He’s who you wanted. So why don’t you just leave me alone, you and your crooked partner.” She spat, and then let out a slew of Chinese curse words.
I rubbed the flesh between my eyes with my thumb and forefinger. The flame in my brain was dying, but even the fumes of Valkyr slammed me. I touched my feverish forehead to the cool glass of the passenger window. Chang let out a cackle.
“What’s wrong Payne? Is the V fumes making you sick?” She asked mockingly. A wave of nausea flew over me.

“Shut up, Chang. Keep quiet if you know what’s good or you.” I spat angrily, and then another wave of sickness ran over me like a Mack truck.
I opened the car door and vomited on the icy sidewalk. The heat of the excrement clashed with the ice and steam rose from the snow. The vomit was tinged green. Chang laughed even harder.
“So, so weak…” She said, as if my throwing up was the comedy of the century. Hot anger churned with nausea as I vomited again.
“Shut the fuck up…” I gasped between bouts of vomit. Then a sound cracked the air like a horsewhip. Gunshots. I looked up and saw the windows of Chang’s flophouse being blown out, and a DEA Agent falling out of the bare windowsill.
Sprinkles of blood fell before he did, and he hit the ground with a thud that made me vomit once more. The Agent was unrecognizable. He has been shot in the face and chest with what seemed to be a shotgun. His head was also blasted into bits by the fall on concrete. Blood was now mixing with the green pool of sick.
I drew my gun and stood up. My head swam and I fell against the car. I took a deep breath and pushed myself off. Then I forced my body to run into the building.
I ran through the doorframe and two dead bodies rolled down the stairs. One the rookie, the other one facing retirement next month. I shook my head as I bolted up the stairs, ignoring the feeling that my head was five times bigger that my neck. I reached Chang’s floor to see three more fallen DEA agents littering it. The smell of blood and gun smoke filled the hall.
I cocked my gun as another hail of gunfire echoed into the night. Then a cry followed.
“You son of a bitch!” Isen yelled, “Come and get me!”
I ran down the hall and pushed open the last fragments of the door.
Isen was behind a wall facing the door. A few Asian militants were shooting at him from behind and upturned table. They hadn’t seen me yet. I stepped back into the hallway and took a deep breath.
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