A/N: Other OCs were Bosses and stuff, so I decided to make an OC that was actually a Homie. Also, I used female pronouns for the Boss since mine was female, but you can just change those to male pronouns if you want. The following one-shots are going to be small snippets based on Saints Row The Third and Saints Row IV. Enjoy.
The Boss was driving through the streets of Steelport, running over a few people, when her cell phone began to ring. She frowned at the ID before answering.
"What do you want Matt?" Whoops. There went another hobo.
"Just…wanted to make sure that everything worked out. And that, you know, you wouldn't be sending anyone after me."
"Nope. I'm not satisfied." The Boss smiled.
"What?!"
"Hey I was in a fucking helicopter crash. I could have died." She snapped, turning a corner.
"W-well there is one thing I could possibly give you-"
"What is it?"
"A potential recruit. If you can free her, she might help you."
"Well alright then." The Boss smiled again before adjusting her course. This had better not have been a trick Miller was trying to screw her with.
After buying more ammo at Friendly Fire, the Boss decided to call Matt and find out where this 'potential recruit' was.
"Alright Matt, so where's this recruit of yours?"
"She's being held in the Steelport Mental Institution."
"Aw come on, a nuthouse?" The Boss groaned, getting back into her car, and she could practically hear Miller's shrug on the other end.
"I thought you were a fan of finding the mentally ill to join your ranks."
"I don't know, that's…a little off, even for me." And with that, the Boss ended the call and hit the gas. She had been called a sociopath plenty of times, but she didn't need someone actually delusional in the Saints.
What was the plan here? Run in and shoot everyone in sight?
She considered it for a moment, and shrugged. Sounded about right.
The building looked like a prison, and the impression didn't change once the Boss was inside. There was a receptionist at the front desk, a sweet-looking (if not a little chubby) woman.
"Uh, excuse me?" She piped up as the Boss walked past her, "Do you have an appointment?" The Boss stopped and held up her pistol.
"No, but I have a gun." She shook it a little, and the receptionist paled.
"G-go right in."
The Boss smiled and continued walking. Ha, mental institution her ass. This was a wannabe prison. The cell doors were bars, not steel doors. The Boss frowned, seeing only men on this floor. She'd made it about halfway down the stairs before alarms suddenly blared out.
"Well, seems like the receptionist wasn't so nice after all." The Boss remarked, and then quickened her pace, once again carrying her pistols.
This floor had a mix of both genders in its cells, but the Boss had to quickly deal with about half a dozen guards first. A few bullets quickly took care of them.
"Alright, now which one of you is the nutjob I'm looking for?" She wondered aloud, looking around at the patients staring off into space or staring at her.
"Who here knows Matt Miller?"
A hand stuck itself out of the bars of a cell, waving spastically.
"Me! Me! I do!"
"Well there you go." The Boss remarked, and quickly hurried over the cell. The woman was tiny, even shorter than Miller. She flicked the black high ponytail out of her face with a grin, waiting until the Boss had unlocked the doors before walking out.
"So, did Matt ask for me specifically?" Her voice was high-pitched, but excited.
"Sort of." The Boss replied, and then dialled, "Miller, I found her."
"Oh, good."
The woman immediately brightened, eyes glinting.
"Hiya Matt. Miss me?" She asked, and Miller groaned.
"You two have a history?" The Boss smirked in amusement, glancing at the woman.
"Not really. Look, just take Katrina and get out of there."
He hung up, but the Boss's look didn't fade.
"So, your name's Katrina?" She asked, and the woman shifted in her patient uniform.
"Friends call me Kiss. Not-friends call me Kat." Katrina replied, and giggled.
"And which one am I?"
"We'll see." She giggled again.
"Yeah well you better decided quickly because another six or seven guys are probably about to show up." The Boss told her, and then turned back in the direction she had entered from, where exactly what she had just said was coming was now arriving. The Boss quickly shot at all of them, grunting when a bullet got too close. Katrina stayed behind the Boss until there was only about one left, at which point she darted forward and snatched a gun from one of the dead guards, shooting the last alive one with a perfect headshot.
"Woah." The Boss blinked before smiling, "You ready to go?" Katrina nodded and jumped back to her feet.
"Let's go. It was meatloaf day and I was not looking forward to it." Once again, she let the Boss go first, leading the way back outside and to the car. On the way they shot anyone they encountered, but Katrina hogged most of them, getting irritated when they didn't die with a headshot like before. They sprinted to the car, bullets still flying after them, and the Boss took the wheel as Katrina jumped into the back seat.
"You could've aimed a little lower, you know, like the chest." The Boss remarked, speeding away from the building.
"Why waste three bullets when I could just use one?" Katrina shrugged.
The Boss followed Katrina's directions to one of the smaller houses on the edges of Steelport, and walked with her as she bounded up to the front door. Knocking eagerly, Katrina smiled as she glanced at the Boss. The Boss looked at the door as it opened to show another woman holding a baby in her arm. She looked like a Decker specialist, but without the miniskirt and roller skates. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Katrina, who immediately turned her attention to the baby.
"When did you get out?" Surprisingly, no British accent.
"Two minutes ago." Katrina replied, still focused on the baby.
"So, Kat, if the Saints ever need your help…" The Boss asked, not really up for the whole 'family reunion' thing.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be there." Katrina waved her hand dismissively, "And call me Kiss."
"Alright." The Boss shrugged, and then turned and walked back down the drive, leaving Katrina and her sister to the baby.