Paris was in flames.
She ran, keeping her knees high, her gun up. She was ready for anything. Or rather, anything but this. She raised the gun, bracing the firearm with her left hand as she shot only twice, knocking the first two enemies in her sight. Paris had been their home for so long. She had been Queen of this city for much too long for this to be happening. The people of Paris had learned to trust her, to love her, even. She had protected them in so many ways.
"Someone protect the Boss!" She heard someone cry out. It was one of hers, and she ducked into a roll, pressing her back up against a wall as gunfire erupted around them.
"Get her up to the helicopter! We need to get out!" Another voice answered, this time deeper, male. She rose, firing her single pistol as drew another from one of her underling's belts. They barely even glanced at her; her touch was something that was always remembered. She raised the gun, firing at the onslaught of helmeted enemies.
"You need to go, ma'am!" The one she was beside shouted of the sound of rapid gunfire. She snapped another clip into each gun, raising them again.
"I stay to fight. They will not cause the Morningstar to flee." She began firing again, when the black- clad soldier seemed to understand who she was. He raised an automatic rifle, the moment before pulling the trigger, the taller woman stepping in front of the boss. The Boss stepped back, the sound of rapid gunfire filling her ears.
"Go." It was a last word. The boss backed a pace, watching as her soldiers made a wall before her, their own weapons raised, barely aiming before they fired. She took a few more steps back, before turning the corner. They were losing. The Morningstar were losing. She ran towards the stairs, tears welling in her eyes. She had been made leader of this gang because she could keep it safe. And for so many years, she had done just that. They had all thought she was too young, when her father turned the massive franchise over to her at the age of twenty. he had started at thirty, two years before he had her. She was now nearly thirty- seven, and the Morningstar operation base had all but exploded. After leaving Steelport a few years before her father took over, the blonde woman had then taken the gang first to England, and then south to France. They owned the majority of Europe now. Or rather, they had owned the majority of Europe. That was until the European gangs that she had pushed out of house and home had gotten a little bit frustrated, and joined forces in order to wipe the floor with hers. Which was where they were now; Paris had been her last true stronghold.
"With me!" She shouted at some of the red and black- clad gunners. Heads turned in her direction as she said the words, and they immediately rose from their crouches to her orders. She sprinted up the next flight of stairs, a group of masked men running down towards them. Before they had thought much, she was on top of them, shoving her signature, left- hand blade through the throat of the first, putting a bullet through the second's head. It was over in a matter of seconds; she was the most respected woman for a reason- her gang was the best. They came to the next floor, and she rolled again, knifing the back of someone's knee, knocking out three more before they had even noticed she was there. The soldiers that were hers let their eyes rest on her only briefly before they shouted their will to fight loudly. It was too much for her, their loyalty. They were going to die, fighting for her safety. She raised the arm with the hidden blade. "With me, Morningstar!" Her voice rang out clearly, and many of them flocked to her; backing in stiletto boots to stand around her. Even then, it was only a small fraction of the troops she was so used to commanding. The woman sprinted to the last stairwell, her gunners following quickly. Her own stilettos clicked rhythmically as she rose to the roof, towards the waiting helicopter. She pulled off to the side, raising her gun and drawing the extra one she had stolen downstairs. The blades of the helicopter whirled, and she fired off at any followers that tried to follow her troops in. Even as they were doing so, she watched her people fall. She had only escaped with eight. Within a brief moment, she contemplated going back in, grabbing them by the hair or the collar, and dragging them out.
"Come on, damn it!" A familiar voice called from inside the cockpit. The boss turned, and stepped in, slipping through the door as the flying machine rose, tilting forward. She slid into the open copilot seat, nodding her head as the blades spun faster, the body of the vehicle tipped. She could see the many black- clad gunners firing at them, heard the echo of her own soldiers returning fire from just behind them. "I need numbers, boys! Give them to me straight and fast! We're in a bit of a situation right now!" The red- haired pilot shouted, her own semi- automatic resting on her lap in case she required it. She was also armed with two pistols, with too many extra clips of ammo. "Kalmar has twelve in the main jet, Lehtonen five in his chopper, and Reynder has two. Laninga has as much weaponry as she could get in the third chopper, with Pandev and Hagebak rising with some of the Challengers and the Kanedas. We have my Tornado, two Sideshooters, and the Oppressor. We also have the Specter and the F-69." She paused briefly, looking over to the boss. "How many here?"
"Eight."
"Nine." The young woman repeated. She grinned. "Yes, I have the Boss. Altogether that makes us thirty five. Fly safe my brothers, I'll be on emergency call only. You know the drill." She clicked something on the ceiling, and the light on her headset started blinking. She then turned her head to the boss, briefly. "Talk to me, mama." She whispered. The blonde woman thinned her lips, barely able to control her tears.
"This was our last stronghold, Akilena." She stated, shaking her head. The younger girl pulled a towel from beneath her console, holding it out.
"You have blood on your face." the boss just shook her head, wiping the reddish- brown liquid from her cheeks.
"I never expected..." They both looked out over the city that was once Paris, but was now just a torrent of flames from every direction. Something exploded closer to the Tower, and the boss all but cringed. "Never expected them to come after us here." Lena held out her hand, and the boss took it. The flew in near- silence for awhile, when a second helicopter, a side shooter, flew near. It dropped slightly behind and below their own, as if flying in reverence to them, when a third caught up from further North. "Where are the planes, and the other side shooter?" The pale ivory hand reached up, resetting the radio as she began speaking.
"Reynder, Pandev, Hagebak, Kalmar, location report?" She paused. "They'll meet us over the Atlantic, Boss. No one wants to go past the tower right now, and we should probably be separate until we're out of sight from the land." The boss nodded, only once. "Affirmative, guys. That's been the okay by the boss. Shutting down again." She tapped a few of the buttons before turning back to the flight controls.
"Where are we going, Lena." She asked, leaning her chin on her hand, resting her elbow on the arm of the chair. She undid the clasp around her blonde hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders as she glared out the window at the near- perfect landscape that was everything outside a Morningstar hide out. The red- haired Russian pulled out a folder, handing it to the blonde woman. She took it, opening the manila envelope, slipping out the parcel of paper and stashing the envelope beneath her left knee. The words were written in Cyrillic, and she raised an eyebrow. "Lena."
"Just read the files, Lady." The boss just grinned slightly, before flipping the first page. She allowed her eyes to skim over the pages of information, grimace slowly becoming less like a grim expression and more like something that was intrigued, hopeful even.
"How did you find this?" The blonde looked up, arching a perfect blonde eyebrow. The younger girl smirked.
"I have my ways, do you like it?" The blonde leaned against the turn in the body of the helicopter, holding up a photo of a raven haired woman.
"I do hate the Third Street Saints." The Russian girl laughed, tilting forward on the controls.
"Hold on, hold on." She stated, reaching up and tapping on a button. "What do you want, Pandev?"
"I heard laughing on the emergency channel." The man stated. "Hagebak was worried."
"I was not." A gruff, female voice. Mutterings from a few others could be heard, as if they were trying to hold in their laughter at the reply.
"Oh, it was just that the Boss had said something amusing." Akilena answered. The blonde smirked, shaking her head as she stretched back against the seat again.
"Oh my god, no way. The Boss made a joke?" She recognized the voice as belonging to Decker Kalmar. "Holy shit, the world's gunna end soon."
"That's right, Deckie. She made a joke. Wanna know what it was about?" There was a whoop from a couple different voices, telling the other two about how the conversation was being broadcast through the airborne vehicles to all of her surviving members. The blonde held up a hand to make Lena pause.
"I seem to have said something about how the Saints are going to eat it- and soon enough, Boston will be ours!" The cheering that followed her words was tremendous, especially concerning how very small their group was. She leaned back, trying to laugh with her troops, when she came up with the perfect plan. And then she couldn't stop the smile that curled her lips. Boston would be hers.
AN- First chapter of a Saints Row/ Rizzoli and Isles matchup! This is sure to be interesting, isn't it... Well, as you can probably tell, Steelport was destroyed through a mass gang warfare, the Syndicate split apart, and now the Morningstar are going after the Saints because they've gotten forcefully removed from Europe... And their sights immediately set upon Boston. Next chapter, the mysterious plan of the Morningstar will come to light, though not written by me! I'llThinkOfSomething10 and I will be attempting a cowritten story for this adventure, and its our first one. Regardless, review please! I love to hear what you think.
Running with the Morningstar,
~SnapTobiume