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 ...