![]() I looked back one last time and muttered a final prayer to Alex. I was at the subway exit now, my mind allowing me to pick up my surroundings. I couldn’t remember how many of them there were, I just knew how many were now gone. ![]() ![]() However, the way my brain snapped, instead of holding back I ended up holding two smoking barrels. I wish I could’ve held back, those men were just underlings, sent out to do what they did best in their respective fields. Just as quickly as the killing shot fired, several armed thugs came hollering down the staircase to the right. The circumstances wouldn’t allow it, though. I wanted to grieve, wanted to do something for the man. The realization had hit me like a freight train and then some. I couldn’t believe it, Alex was dead and gone. ![]() That rage from three years earlier had resurfaced… Articles // 7th Jul 2017 - 4 years ago // By Ethan Butterfield The Payne Diaries - Max Payne 1 - Part 3 ![]()
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