(His name is Max. He is a Astorian. To bad he is a criminal here. This is his story. From the lie to the truth. From the truth to the reunion. The story goes like this. Max is going to tell it in first person.)


Just another day on the AA, the best home I've ever been in, so what if it's the only home I've been in. I'm heading to the bank. I'm getting some credits from my account I'm going to the bar tonight. I'm treating my friends to some nice drinks. We do this every Tuesday and Thursday.

"What the hell?"screamed a man in the bank."Get out of here or I'll call the police!" "So what? They'll have the same fate as you!"The man shot the president of the bank and killed everybody else that was near. Good thing Max had a stealth belt.

He turned it on and started walking cautiously towards the bank president. "Oh shit!"the killer said he threw his blaster down, stole the money and ran away. Max turned off his belt picked up the blaster thinking there would be a id on it, but there wasn't. Right when he put it down a bunch of dicks came in and told him to stop where he was.

He didn't want to hurt them, but he didn't want to get arrested for something he didn't do. So he ran. He ran faster than he has ever run before he ran into some door behind the toll booth and went inside. He found out it was a exit to the bar that created Juma Juice. He ran through the bar and went to the place he knew would be the safest, it was...

Tom Tarzini's place or TT for short. He is a good friend of Max's and a geat fighter. This is TT's story. A story of a great friend.)

*10 minutes before Max gets to the bank*

Thank god Max always pays for the bar bill. Ha! He is the best friend that everybody wants. I'm just going to get a drink and go to the bank because Max usually doesn't bring enough. "Hey double t!"called out a familiar face."Hey Jordan. What's up?"replied Tom."Oh nothing good the ol' lady is still okay. She wants to know if you can get Max to come to the party, too. Can you?"asked Jordan.

*8 minutes*

"I don't know. You know Max always busy and helping others."replied Tom."Okay. I'll try. See ya later, bud!", "Seeya" replied Jordan.

*7 minutes*

Better hurry to the bank thought Tom while he was rubbing his hand through his black slicked back hair.

*6 minutes"

"My account number is 12213443566578879009.Okay?"replied Tom to the teller."Liar,liar I'm calling the police!"said the droid teller. "What the hell!?" then he ran away just as the robber came in."Get out of here or I'm calling the police!"