Max Payne: 
                I hadn't had a face to face with Alex since I'd gone 
                undercover. Outside, the mercury was falling fast. It was 
                colder than the Devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as 
                if the Heavens were ready to fall. Everyone was running 
                for shelter like there was no tomorrow. It didn't get any 
                better when I got to the subway. The feeling hit me like 
                a point-blank shot straight in the face... Something was 
                not right about this. My Beretta stirred nervously under 
                my coat... but the train doors had already shut behind 
                me, and I was in for the ride... Next stop: Roscoe Street 
                Station, and Alex. 
I  how Max talks ...