Johnny was awestruck. A ghost had just burst her way into the court room. Sending waves of bullets threw the carefully aimed bodies of any officers. They fell, one by one. Some from death, others pain. Gat was even sure some of the officers were simply faking. Although the quick bullet flying through the mind solved that problem. It was quiet odd. The Infamous Johnny Gat, about to be sentenced for several hundred counts of murder. Johnny Gat, who just two years ago burst through the doors of the police station and took down easily two dozen men. Gat, who was now facing the chair, was now frozen by the ghost. He had not even realized the woman was trying to get his attention.

"Gat! Damn man. You listening?!" The woman said again. Turning, shooting towards the door as reinforcements arrives (all two of them), and finally catching the Asian man's attention. He simply smirked. That's all there was to do when he had given up on her burnt ass waking up.

That ghost being Julius's second in command was none other than Rosemarie Akuji. The only member of the saints not from Stillwater. She had come straight from the east in a blaze. Although, obviously she had Americanized her first name. For reasons other than she had always said no one could pronounce it. She had natural red hair, which obviously was rare for one of Asian descent. Johnny remembered it being very long. She often left it down, but obviously after the explosion it was shorted. Or rather burned off. Seemed time in a coma allowed it to grow back. Almost an inch in length. But all in all, someone who had been blown to hell looked more alive than ever.

"Johnny! Are you paying attention?!" She asked turned back. Shoving one of her guns towards him. "We need to leave." Johnny noticed something. She had given him her SMG, leaving her with a pistol. A defense weapon as she so called it. Meaning Rosemarie was injured. Johnny snapped out of his daydreaming and zoned out into his defensive killer mode.

Gat and Akuji drove quickly down the streets. Gat being the one driving. For both a woman, and Asian, Rose as actually a very good driver. If it was not for her nearly collapsing while leaving the court house, Gat would have made her drive. Right now she was in the seat next to him breathing hard and holding her side. There was no blood. Johnny decided to ask a more important question though. "Rose, what the hell happened back there?! When did you wake up?!"

"Give me a minute here!" Rose snapped, then took a deep breath. Leaning back out of the window, shooting back twice and striking the driving cop enough to make him spin out of control. Luckily hitting the other car following them at the same time. No one would ever admit she had skill. Not even Rose herself. It just came naturally.

She came back into the stolen car and took another deep breath. "Just earlier today to answer your question." She told him as Gat sped between two cars on the high way. "Where are we heading?"

"Aisha's. We should lose the fuckers by then." Johnny said referring to the police. He noticed Rosemarie was very reserved. It was hard to say though why. "That alright with you college girl?"

"Yes, its fine Johnny." Rose spat back at him. Normally she was not so bitchy. But it was hard to tell for Johnny. "How long has it been?" She finally asked.

"About five years."

"Shit…It is good to see you and Aisha are still together."

"Yeah, I haven't scene her in over a year now, but we talk on the phone."

"That's great."

"Johnny!" Aisha greeted, running up to the man. Wrapping her arms around his neck. The two shared a kiss, which quickly has deepened. It was sweet, Johnny barely stopped the car before he ran inside. Which by the way, Rosemarie had to pull the emergency break for the car to stop. She went inside just after stopping the car. It had given the couple a few good minutes together. She shut the door behind her, gaining Aisha's attention.

"Rose?!" Aisha greeted after breaking free from Johnny's arms.

"Cock block." Johnny said under his breath, gaining Rose to stick her tongue out at him. Sure maybe she should have just left, but seeing her good friend Aisha was all the better. The two woman had really hit it off back in the day. Often going shopping, and Rose had even gotten Aisha a fake ID so she could still go out. Although even that was seldom. Especially when Rose was gone. Many would even say the two were best friends. Aisha pushed Rose into a relationship with Troy. Saying it would be good for her. Although Rose really did not want to talk about how that turned out.

"Hey Aisha!" Rosemarie said with a smile.

"You don't look so good." Aisha told her friend honestly.

"I have only been awake for-"

"No, I mean your style. You look like you just robbed a thrift store."

"Well, I paid for the clothes with money I robbed…. I had to get out of the orange jump suit!" Rose said as Aisha embraced the her, only to get a sharp intake from Rose. Aisha backed off.

"Hey, are you alright?" Aisha asked.

"Yes, just sore. I just busted your man out after all."

"Thank you so much Rose."

Johnny interrupted the two women. He had just gotten off the phone with a guy he knew from prison. "I have a place set up for you across town. Here is the address. It is probably a shit hole though. But it is close to home. Give me a call tomorrow. Right now I have some catching up to do."

"Even if you don't want to call Johnny, still stop by please. I love you." Aisha said, hugging her best friend. Easier this time.

"Thank you guys. I'll stop by tomorrow." Rose said with a smile. Before heading out.

The drive home was nothing but shock. Rosemarie was in so much pain. She pulled over twice just to both get an idea of where she was, and also to wait for the pain to subside. It must have been coming from her not healing so well, or rather completely. How good could a prison hospital be after all? Sure, she was alive… So at least that good.

Rose drove past her college. It was the original reason she came to still water. Her father being a oyabun, figured not only would it be good for his daughter to get an education, but also to start a foothold in America. And there she went. Although leading a gang was a part of the plan, joining one was not so much. But still, with all the distractions, and leading a double life, Rose completed college with a master's of business. Of course she was not sent to America without skill. Rose is a great swordsman, not a master though. And her precision with weapons is spot on. She is a blue blood criminal.

Rosemarie wondered into her new basement apartment. Shutting the door and grabbing her side. She was in so much pain. It surged threw her body while she wondered threw the dark apartment. Reaching for the light, and finding it after hitting the wall a few times.

Thrashing her way through into the shower. She tried to think. Remembered how long she had been out for... Years... she had been awake for a few hours now. There was no way she was healed. Or at least fully. It felt like something was ripping her apart. She stumbled into the shower. Turning the hot water on and standing underneath. Gritting her teeth as the water ran down her body and into the drain. Carrying with it blood, dirt and only god knew what else. The redhead slid down the side of the shower wall and sat on the floor of the shower. Holding her knees to her chest. Everything had changed.. oh god was she afraid.