AN: Hello all. After replaying the Saints Row games, I decided that one of the endings of Gat Outta Hell served as the perfect platform to write a slightly more grounded action adventure story than what I normally do. I hope you all enjoy. This story will have mostly action in it with appropriate levels of swearing, violence, and suggestive material. This is intended for an audience that is mature enough to handle such material, though if you played the games then I'm certain that you can handle this story. I don't own Saints Row, or any related material.
Jason Thorne walked into the office of Mayor Burt Reynolds. As a fan of the man work in theatre, and a loyal constituent, Jason was ecstatic. As a concerned citizen and a whistleblower from Ultor Industries, he was freaked out. The massive conglomerate was in working with the Morningstar Crime Syndicate. Money laundering, legal protection, contraband smuggling. Ultor was turning illicit money into legally 'clean' money and taking a cut. He needed to tell someone high up. The Ultor lobbyists convinced many a politician to ignore the legally gray actions of the company, and the Morningstar's corruption took care of the rest. Thorne did not avoid the violence and gangs in Stilwater just to go to jail because of illegal business practices of someone he worked for, or used to, as he sent in his resignation last night.
"Mr. Thorne?" A polite secretary asked to the waiting room he was in.
"Yes?" he responded.
"Mayor Reynolds will see you now." She said.
"Great."
Jason stood up from the brown leather couch he was on. He was dressed in a cream suit with a white shirt and purple tie. His brown, ivy league hair neatly parted. A thick manila folder under his harm. He looked just like any other business man, lawyer, or other professional who might have a meeting with the mayor. His former job as a Ultor Security Operative though made him much different though. Much harder.
Jason walked up to the mayor's office door and politely knocked.
"Yes. Who is it?" came the slow voice of the legendary mayor.
"Mayor Reynolds. My name is Jason Thorne. May I come in?" Jason asked.
"Yes. Come in Mr. Thorne. Please close the door behind you." Mayor Reynolds requested.
Jason walked in and closed the door. Burt Reynolds sat at his desk overlooking the Steelport skyline. The man was dressed in a white linen shirt, and a white cowboy hat. A massive cigar in one hand and a highball glass of brown liquor in the other.
"My secretary informed me that you wished to speak of a critical matter to public safety."
"Yes. I have information implicating the Ultor Corporation with the Morningstar Crime Syndicate." Jason described. "But before I get into that, I just want to say…" Jason started to hyperventilate a little bit.
"Say what."
"Imsuchahughfan!" He rushed out with a massive smile. "Seriously. The acting. The politics. Everything. I loved in that one debate, when asked about your constant affiliation with strippers, you responded with that you liked woman, and they were constituents, and when asked about the public consumption of cigars and alcohol, you said that it was what the average man did, so why did he have to hide it. Loved it all."
Mayor Reynolds had a little smile on his neatly mustached face. "I'm glad that I have a loyal follower. Can I count on your vote for reelection?"
"Defiantly!"
"I glad. Now down to business. Bourbon?" the man asked gesturing to a minibar next to his desk.
"I'd love one." Jason said.
He opened up the folder and began to described the action of the Morningstar, and Ultor. Mayor Reynolds waited patiently, listening, sipping at his drink, and puffing on his cigar. Jason spoke for almost a half hour about what he knew. Eventually he stopped and waited for a response from the Mayor.
"How do you get all this stuff?" he asked.
"I worked for Ultor as a security operative." Jason responded. He figured that the mayor would want to vet what he said. That you mean showing some of the skeletons in his closet.
"What did you exactly?"
"Executive protection, asset/logictical recovery and protection, hostile local interdiction" Jason described.
"So body guarding, theft protection, and threat elimination."
"…Yeah…basically. Some of the area's that I worked in were rough."
Burt Reynolds stroked his mustache and appeared to think. Jason waited for some kind of response.
"You said that you worked for them. Past tense."
"Yeah. I quit after I found out about this." Jason explained.
"You seem like you want to help society. Why did you get involved with Ultor? Why not become a cop?" the Mayor asked.
"Got bills to pay, and a mouth to feed."
The Mayor though a little more.
"This is leading to something. I can tell." Jason said, just a little annoyed.
Mayor Reynolds smiled. "Indeed. Working in Hollywood, you get good a spotting a fake person. Someone who's faking who they are for to get something from you. I not getting that vibe."
"I just want to help…and not wind up in jail."
The Mayor reached into his desk and pulled out his own manila folder. "As it happens, I am not unaware of the Morningstar, and other related groups. The rise of international crime in Steelport, and other cities like Stilwater have the U.S government worried. That want to move in their new Special Tactical Anti-Gang Unit. I want to keep control of my city. So I've been trying to start my own task force, and you seem to have delivered the perfect reason for its creation." The Mayor explained. He pushed the folder over to Jason.
Jason picked up the folder. The title on it read 'SAINTS' it in capital letter. Inside were details for an anti-terror/anti-crime group that reported directly to the Mayor. It had the same advantages to STAG, but kept the personnel on a local level.
"How would you like to be the boss of my Steelport Anti-Terror Squad?"
Jason looked up and smiled.
Lieutenant Johnny Gat walked out of the interrogation room of the Stilwater Police department. He had just scared the crap out of the criminal known as Brimstone and gotten confession. He had smile on his face a mile wide. It was a good day. He walked over to desk and sat down prepared to start the tedious amount of paperwork that came with booking a criminal. His phone started buzzing, indicating a text.
He opened up the message and on it was three works from his boss, police chief Troy Bradshaw. 'My office ASAP.' Gat wondered what was the matter. The Gang Unit detective didn't think that it was time for the weekly ass chewing quite yet…that came on Thursday. Gat groaned and got up from his chair.
Gat walked down the out of the squad room and down the hall to the Police Chief's office. He walked in and was greeted with a pleasant surprise.
"Jason Thorne. What's up playa?" Gat said with a smile.
"Johnny Gat. How's it goin' brother?"
The two men clasped each other's hands and hugged. They had been friends since childhood in on Third Street in Stilwater. They grew up in the same shitty apartment, and were together through Stilwater University, getting black out drunk and chasing women together.
"It's good man." Gat said, happy to see his friend.
"Hey listen. About Aisha. I'm sorry I couldn't make the funeral. I was in Europe doin' some stuff. I'm sorry man." Jason said solemnly.
"It's cool. She knew you cared." Johnny said sadly. His girlfriend Aisha had been killed by the Ronin, a Yakuza gang, as retribution for a casino bust that Johnny led a few months previously.
"I'm glad you two had your little reunion." Chief Bradshaw stated. "Mr. Thorne here as a proposition you may be interested in."
"What is it?" Gat asked Jason.
Jason described how he left Ultor. He described the SAINTS. Wide authority to target international crime. A trusted, closely knit team. A healthy budget, and cutting edge equipment. How aside from a lawyer and a CPA monitoring them, they reported directly to Mayor Reynolds. How Jason was in charge. It was a dream come true. Gat only had two questions.
"Why me?" He asked. He still had a rough reputation with Stilwater PD as a man quick with his fists, and slow to follow all procedures.
"Like I said. I want guys I can trust. And with international crime, we may need a guy from Stilwater, just in case we wind up over here." Jason said.
"You good with this Chief?"
"A swift kick to the balls of organized crime in the state, and I get you out of my hair. I should be kissing this man." Bradshaw said.
Johnny looked over to Jason. "I'm in."
"Fuck yes." Jason said pumping his fist.
Jason and Johnny walked through the hall of the Steelport Police Department. Jason was dressed in a black canvas waistcoat with brown cargo pants, black boots and black wraparound sunglasses. Johnny was dressed in a purple and white jacked with blue jeans and sneakers with his silver framed blue tinted glasses. They both wore a tactical vest with the word SAINTS across the chest. The Mayor's new task force had gotten famous in the short period of time that it had been made public, and officers, soldier, and private security guys all wanted to get in. But member ship was invite only. The two badasses were here because Johnny knew someone who would fit.
"Who the fuck we here to bring in?" Jason asked.
"Girl by the name of Shaundi Williams. Worked with her on a joint investigation a while back. She works Undercover Vice. First time I met her she had dreadlocks and reeked of weed because she was under with a bunch of hippies working with the Sons of Samedi." Gat explained. "She's got plenty of experience in tight situations and a shit ton of criminal informants."
"Sounds good. Will we need to convince her to join?"
"If I know her…then fuck no."
The two strolled into the vice squad room. It smelt of stale cigarettes and sweat. The two walked over to the desk with the plaque that read. Det. S. Williams on it. Jason gazed on the woman sitting behind it, and almost fainted. In a word, the boss of the Saints could describe her as stunning. She was dressed in a tight purple tank top and pants, with a black jacket and boots. He brown hair was tied in a ponytail behind her hourglass figure.
"What's up girl?" Johnny asked in a friendly and excited manner.
"Johnny Gat!" Shaundi exclaimed and got out of her chair to walked up to hug him.
Jason shook his head a little to focus. He reached out to Shaundi to shake her hand. "Jason Thorne. You two seem close. Should I be concerned that you two have dated or something?"
"Hell no." Johnny said chuckling at the notion. "She like a protégé, or a little sister. No worries there."
"Besides. Aisha would have skinned me alive." Shaundi said. "About that…"she said sadly looking to Gat.
"I got your flowers. Thanks." Johnny said.
There was a short silence. Shaundi took a moment to look at Jason to figure out his character. She smiled inwardly as she noted that he was quite handsome. The well-conditioned body, the well-kept hair. The man defiantly had a physical appeal to him. The way he stood straight up, and he stared at her intently behind his sunglasses showed he also had confidence and focus. Shaundi like him immediately. The SAINTS vest helped her understand why they were there to see her. The entire metro area had heard about the new task force, and it was a hot topic in the office.
"You two are in the SAINTS?" She asked with excitement.
"I'm the Boss." Jason said.
"You want in?" Johnny asked?
"Yes. I want in." Shaundi stated with determination.
"We already arranged the transfer. Grab your gun and gear. Meet us out front." Jason said.
AN: So Jason Thorne is the Boss, or who the player acts as in the games if you didn't figure that out. Anyway, I set the ground work for a least a few different gangs that show up in the games, and can develop more from there as well. I'm still working on the finer details of the plot, but it will be an amalgamation of many existing plot lines that were already in the game, but with a few different twists. I think I did a good job setting up the background for the characters, as well as setting up a future subplot with Shaundi and the Boss. Please review and let me know what you guys thought.