[hl=orange]Chapter I, Part II: The Politics of Dancing[/hl] Max Payne Streets of Farmington I feel the eyes on me, as I leave the Barn. I fele the cops and their despise. Feel MackeyÂ´s hate trying to burn a hole into my back by peircing it with gazs. And I do not care. not because I donÂ´t feel like I deserve it. No, i am not the murderer they look for. But surely a killer. Too much blood on my hands. A few drops must have been innocent. Added to the mix. But I know such thoughts are distractions and distraction gonna kill me. And I am not yet ready to die. not after what the girl told me. Where I find this girl with these many names. And I actually begin to guess her real one. "Oh Max, Max, Max, have no fear Payne is here!" LemÂ´s voice still laughs in my ears. Friends. Enemies. The line got blurry. I still feel the taste of cherry and blood mix, as I embrace Mona for a final time. The gun weighs heavy in my hand. And I am on my way to use it. Calling a cab, itÂ´s a black limousine coming to a stand next to me instead. I look at the darkened window and wait for it to lower. It does not disappoint me. I know the guy. From the news. From the papaers. Philip mordell. Yo8ungest DA ever. Hotshot. future president of the world, if his euphoric fans are to be believed. a young, eely peice of slime. I can see that with a first look. "Can I help you?" I ask and another chain of events is set in motion. Nobody knows who is the last domino piece to fall. But we all try to be that last one standing. Tag: Draco, Guest???