For the Disclaimer folks, I don't own any of the characters off of Saints Row, I merely am basing a story with these characters in it. The main character, Kane, is based off of the boss made by alith anar. My character the oddly named Painted Face, as well as a few other characters I will name later as soon as I get to them.

As to understand the idea, think of this as if this was during the game play where you were playing co-op. Kane is the main, and Painted is the partner. This is my logic to how co-op can be played, even if on occasion the two are on separate missions.

Anyway, enjoy!

The Masks We Wear

When the Saints come to a charity ball, they do so in style.

A crowd had gathered around the building in Stilwater, in what could easily be called a red-carpet event; though only one known actor was there and the carpet was in fact purple made it difficult to be called that. Still, it was a charity ball, with fine dining for the rich an popular. Enough people were showing that much of the paparazzi had forgotten what the charity was about, much less what they were doing inside the beautifully designed building.

We are the crowd
We're coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastic, oh

The limosine pulled up moments later, and the cameras started to flicker to life as wailing of several girls (and some guys) started to grow. A chauffer opened the door, and out stepped a rather toned, gorgeous leg that was covered in a mere nylon stocking. A sexy little purple high-heel shoe propped itself onto the carpet, and out stepped out the sexiest woman alive…or at least in the moment that the paparazzi took notice of her. Shaundi smirked lightly and waved to the fans before stepping to the side.

She was followed by a man in a white suit, violet undershirt, and a white fedora. Pierce wasn't exactly a fit in with the Paparazzi but they continued to flicker pictures. Pierce was at least popular enough what with his new Saints Flo drink coming out.

Johnny Gat slipped out soon after, smirking in the way he did that made girls foam at the mouth before taking a step to the side as well. Still clad in his jeans and coat. Seems like he didn't even care what he was doing.

One final foot propped itself to the ground, a gleaming black shoe that looked to have been polished today, pants that were completely designed for tonight's festivities, followed by the matching black coat. Much like Pierce his shirt was purple as well, though the vest that this man wore was a darker shade of violet. As his face came into view, women screeched as he also made toothy grin. A strong, thick face with a very straight nose, black goatee with his hair slicked back. His eyes were the only thing unseen by the public, as even as the city was dark...he was wearing shades (probably stolen). He made a pistol motion to one of the girls, who fainted dead away.

Kane, the leader of the Saints.

Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I

Shaundi and Johnny went arm and arm into the building, Shaundi still holding a vogue-like smile while Johnny waved to the audience. They were followed by Pierce who continued to wave and at least get the attention of the folks. Kane stepped in last, marching lightly to his own beat as he continued to get the entire audience to faun over him. A nerdy 'number one fan' cried out as he tried to step onto the carpet, only for security to smack him back down.

As they were nearing the door, Kane spotted a reporter within the carpet boundaries, continuously telling the cameraman how 'fabulous' the Saints' clothing really was. A beauty in her own right though starting to show signs of age, Kane stepped up to her anyway. As the woman turned around to find who was nearing her, she was surprised to find Kane had wrapped an arm around her waist, dipping her like she were in a tango with him, and he leaned down and presses his lips gently to hers. The two held a kiss for a moment before he pulled back, setting her upright, and laughed as he walked away, leaving the woman completely flabbergasted at what just happened.

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi

The foursome were inside soon after, and the room was revealed to them: A massive ballroom, filled with enough celebrities that whatever this charity was, it was getting millions already. The entire area was littered with people, and within moments the Saints dispersed. Shaundi was soon flirting with two guys in a row while Pierce flirted with a dark-skinned goddess who merely looked at him with 'you're really trying this, aren't you?'.

Johnny laughed, and brought Kane's attention back with a nudge. The two of them had something to do. They travelled to the back of the room, where the celebrities were thinned out, and more security filled its empty space. In front of them was a poker table with three occupants already sitting. One a beautiful brunette woman showing off an excessive amount of cleavage, her hair braided into a ponytail, as if about to take action at any second. She was glaring at the other two. The one across from her was a strong-chinned fellow, brown hair as well with a pointed nose, and dressed rather nicely himself, though even Kane could tell that the guy was the adventurous type and was ill suited for this party. This man was glaring back at the guy in the center, who seems to be the point of both he and the girl's frustrations.

Josh Burke, who was grinning from ear to ear as he continued to tell the girl just how difficult it is to play as Nyte Blayde seemed to be irritating the first two occupants. Kane chuckled as he eyed the prize of this small event on the side…a beautifully ornamental mask, looked pretty old and possibly the desired item that the two that weren't Burke were going after. Didn't matter to Kane though, chances are one of the two would win and any lost money tonight will just be given to Charity as well (which will be given back by revenue before the end of the day).

Johnny sat first, chuckling a bit and trying not to get annoyed by Burke himself, and Kane soon followed, holding out his hands in a 'hey, reaction.' In his own way, it calmed the two adventurers, though both still were not amused by the actor.

A gentleman sat down with them, setting out a deck of cards. Poker chips were suddenly placed beside each player and drinks soon followed. Kane sat back in his chair and grinned. "All right, folks. Let's have some fun tonight. Just be careful! Me and Johnny are gonna have to turn in early, we'll need to show up at a bank tomorrow..."

Johnny grinned at that, and though the others seemed confused at first, none dared ask what Kane meant by that. The man soon picked up the cards that were given to him.

Yeah, life was good.

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi

The Private Military Company weren't exactly ready for the Northern Hemisphere weather, as the majority of them had to deal with issues that often was dealt with in the southern part of the planet. Still, the heat itself was sweltering, and by the time they heard the roaring of motorcycles in the distance, each and every one of them were sweating bullets.

Still, it could be far worse. They were in the States, so not too many enemies would find the time to attack them while they were waiting on the docks. The deals here were often quick and often were some of the best deals on the market, so needless to say the three mercs that were standing there could stand around for a time until this trade was done.

When the bikes came into view, every merc stood to attention. The bikes were a normal sight during these deals, as the majority of this group were bikers. Still, they waited until they could see the giant SUV truck behind them. The deal, obviously, was on.

There is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

The bikes finally slowed and stopped not too far from them, and the truck itself stopped a distance away, though then turned completely around after a few moments, backing up so that there was at least twenty or so feet between the Mercs and the bikers that were protecting the truck.

The Leader, a decently tall woman of some sort, pulled off her bike first. The mercs never saw her face at all, just the complete bike-helmet with black visor. Still, she was a woman as her breasts were defined in a striped sailor shirt. A black trenchcoat covered over that, also hiding the two pistols she had as well as any other gun hidden away. The mercs knew better than to deal with a figure that was unarmed. As she stepped away from the pure black Kenshin bike, she merely stepped up to the three, with two large men behind her, decked out in what looked black leather armor that you saw back in Mad Max.

The first of the mercs just grinned a bit. "The usual?"

The Leader of the bikers just nodded, and turned her head to the truck.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in Sin City

Two guys stepped out of the truck, and opened up the back of it. Two more stepped in to help, and in only a few moments, several cases were set beside the mercenaries. A few of the mercenaries' own people soon stepped in, first dropping a few suitcases of their own beside the leader of the bikers, then picked up the crates, moving over to the boat they had behind them.

The two men behind the leader moved over, opening the cases to reveal they each had cash in them. Cold hard cash. The two lifted up each stroke a finger through the cash, making sure they weren't just robbed. The Mercs waited, as they always did.

As the two finished, the Merc in front grinned. "All right, meet you in a few months, yes?"

The leader of the bikers nodded, though paused and held up a hand, beckoning the Mercenaries over. She moved to the truck with the mercs behind them, and as they drew close, the mercs suddenly saw one more large crate inside the truck. As the box was opened, the Leader moved a hand in, and pulled out a Grenade Launcher.

The sec ond mercenary saw the gun, and stared for a few moments. He slowly grinned much like the paler merc beside him. "Damn girl, you're getting some of the best equipment these days." He turned his head lightly to the gun. "…Ten crates of this stuff? The more explosive power, the better…"

The only female amongst the mercs just sighed, muttering something like 'men' before going quiet. The leader of the bikers just nodded softly, then held up three fingers.

The first, paler merc just frowned for a bit. "Three 'k' for just one gun?" After the biker nodded, he grumbled a bit. "Damn…all right. Ten crates should be enough to start with…gonna put a hole in our pockets…"

The biker pulled out a paper from her pocket, and held it out to the dark-skinned guy. The merc took it and read it silently, though his eyes went wide for a moment. "Guessing our technical support told you we were heading there, eh?" He states, then read a portion of the note aloud. "If you capture and take this man alive, I will half the price of this merchandise..."

The pale merc grinned. "Half price to get a single fella? You got it sister..." He chuckles and holds up a fist, to which she fist-bumps with him.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

The sound of a gun clicking from a few feet away sounded, and the group looked to the side to see a man holding up a shotgun. Dressed in a suit that just oozes the title of 'cop', the man opened his mouth. "Freeze, scumbags!" He snarled and glared to the lot of them. The sound of sirens could be heard slowly in the background. "Backup is on its way, any of you make a move and I will..."

Nobody saw the biker girl even pull out her gun, one moment her hand was on her side, the next the silver pistol was out of its holster inside her trenchcoat, and she fired. The bullets slammed into the cop's chest, and he fell over in a heap. She turned her head back to the three mercenaries and waved them off. The mercs nodded, looking quite amazed by the speed of the gun before they headed to their own boat, getting ready to head out quickly.

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm goin' back to Sin City
To wear that ball and chain

As the mercs' boat was set and cast out and the bikers got set to high-tail it out of there, the biker leader just moved up to the fallen cop, who was just starting to move again. No blood from the 'chest wound', showed he was wearing armor under the tacky suit shirt. When the cop came to his senses, he reached for his shotgun, only for her foot to land on top of his wrist, breaking it or otherwise. Either way it made him scream lightly. She pointed her pistol to his forehead.

"Wait! You little shit...you kill me and you get the Syndicate all over you..." The cop said, grinning a bit.

The helmet clad woman just tilted her head lightly, and the cop continued. "That's right, bitch. I work for the Syndicate, you do anything to me, and the next actions you make will be your la..."

The biker pushed her gun into his mouth, cracking the top part of his two front teeth. He suddenly whimpered lightly.

"Shut up..." was all the biker said.

Well, mother, tell your children
Never do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

In the house of the rising sun

The gun fire was the last thing heard upon the docks, right before the several bikes left. The biker leader got onto her bike last, watching as her own men rode away. It didn't matter if they left before her, they'd scramble as soon as they get off the docks, thus making it impossible for the cops to even find one of them. She sat upon her bike and looked about the Stilwater Docks in what was the Projects. The new 'purple' building that was Ultor Headquarters was giving her a headache.

Too many bad memories...

Well, there is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, knows I, I'm one