Saints Row The Third

Presents

The Steelport Avenger

By Lee Homer (homel001)

Disclaimer: I don't own Saints Row or any of the characters, only the rights to the story and bad guy names. Enjoy.

Steelport

The young night sky had become smothered with pollution as the thick black plumes from the factories, completely blanked out the stars. The main highways were still chock a block from the day and the city's underbelly of crime began to emerge from its dark slumber. Patrolling the miserable damp streets of the warehouse district, the police were running a tight shift; hoping to catch out the most notorious gangs in the process. The main docks were a hotspot for gang crime and police knew which gangs to look out for. Down by the dock gates, two armoured pick-up trucks arrived and the chain linked fences open, letting them through. The colours were distinctive along with the gang's logo. They were Morning Star members. As the two truck pulled up on the quay side, one of the drivers emerged from the vehicle, followed by his passenger. His black leather coat brushed along the soaked concrete ground as he approached three shady characters, carrying a silver briefcase. Stopping a few metres away, he spoke out to men as their business began.

"It's all here man, the whole thousand grams of the rarest Angel Dust that you have ever seen." The man said as he waved the suitcase around. "It wasn't easy. We had to break into their factories and kill all of those purple douches. I hope you have our money with you?"

"Yeah, man." One of the shady men replied. "You wanted Ten Thousand, you got it."

An arm appeared from the shadows, holding another briefcase. The Morning Star leader took the case, opened it up and quickly counted the notes inside.

"It's all there." He replied as he shut the case and gave it to another member. "Here's your stuff. Now beat it. The cops are everywhere and if they catch you, you won't even get a chance to smoke it."

The shady men turned to walk off when suddenly, three purple sport cars and a pick up truck emerged sped out of nowhere and circled both gangs, their headlights blinding them in the process. The Third Street Saints had arrived. Steeping out of one of the cars, Pierce (the second in command) aimed his pistol on the Morning Star gang and signalled the other Saints to close in.

"Where's our drugs assholes!" he said as fired at the gang, killing one of their members. "We know it was one of you and our Boss want you to pay for it!"

"What makes you think that we took it?" the Morning Star leader replied as he hid a small pistol behind his back. "Don't all of us gangs come here to get business done? Hell you Saints are paranoid!"

"Don't kid us gay boy!" Pierce said as he kept a serious look on his face. "You won't answer to us then you'll have to spill it to this guy."

Just then, the ground vibrated with small thumps as the Saints brute, Oleg emerged from the pick-up truck. He marched his way up towards the leader and cast a shadow over him. The leader kept his defence up as he tried not to be intimidated.

"You'll speak now comrade." Oleg snarled as he bared his teeth. "Unless you want to look like a giant pizza all over the floor?"

"Piss off fatman." The leader smirked as he mocked Oleg's size. "You're too late. You're all too late Saints. Your Angel Dust is gone. It no longer belongs to us. Hahaha, but if you want it, you can find it in Cuba!"

Furious by the response, Pierce fired his gun rapidly and killed the leader. Signalling the Saints to fire, Pierce dived between the cars, reached for the back streets and pulled out an assault rifle. As both gangs clashed on the pier front, the entire dock was lit up by gunfire. Oleg flipped cars, grabbed enemy members and crushed spines and Pierce shot at gas tanks with explosive shells, sending the cars upwards in a huge fireball. Another Saint had perched herself on top of the metal containers, wielding a Cobra rocket launcher and spotted a helicopter flying away in the distance. The Morning Star was now dead and only the helicopter remained. The Saint tried to get signal on the getaway chopper but before she could fire, the chopper was out of range and disappeared into the clouds.

Pierce searched the wreckage and bodies for any trace of their stolen merchandise. Sadly he couldn't find anything. Losing his temper lifted the now dead leader and threw his body into the water. He didn't know what to tell The Boss. He knew he was going to be in deep trouble for this one.

"It's all gone man!" he panicked as Oleg approached him. "What are we going to say! Oh hi boss, funny story your Angel Dust took a vacation to Cuba!"

"Calm down, friend. He was expecting this sort of thing." Oleg replied as directed Pierce to his car. "We knew that the new Morning Star would do this."

"''Spose so. Come on let's get back to the HQ." Pierce said as he ordered the saints gear up and drive off.

"Wait, the Angel Dust is in Cuba!" The Boss screamed as he as paced the room in hysterics. "How did it get there?"

"It's not in Cuba, boss." Shaundi replied as he reclined on the couch with a beer. "It's set to be dispatched to Cuba. Besides we've still got a chance to intercept the shipment before it leaves. We've done that sort of thing loads of times. Chill out."

"Yeah alright. This shit had to happen when the Morning Star returned to Steelport from the East." The Boss continued as he sat down opposite Shaundi and rubbed his temples. "The last few weeks have been a nightmare for us. Our factories are being raided and yet we can't do anything about it ever since we received the key to the city."

"Yeah but we have the cops on our side, well for now." Shaundi added as she got up to head to the bar. "With the heat off us, we're supposed to be living the easy life. Now do you want another beer?"

"Nothings ever easy for us and yeah go on." The Boss replied a she lay back on the couch and played with his phone. "I shouldn't have sent Pierce out there in the first place. He keeps screwing up."

"You can't blame this one on Pierce." Shaundi pointed, defending Pierce. "We knew they were going to ship the stuff. They're like the ass lickers of EBay. Anyway, I think this was the first time that Pierce actually cared about anything. You got to give him credit for that?"

"True. I just wish I knew how to take care of this matter without getting the Saints into deep shit?" The Boss moaned. "This town could use an avenger. Someone who could keep this town under control without the cops even knowing about it."

"You mean a super hero?" Shaundi replied as she snickered at the idea.

"I mean a vigilante." The Boss corrected. "Someone who knows who's boss. Someone who makes the law out to be a stupid as donkeys. Maybe I should do something like that?"

"You've got to be kidding right." Shaundi laughed as she spat out her beer "You, in spandex? You couldn't even get into a Professor Genki costume."

"Who says I would be wearing Spandex?" The Boss said with dead expression in his voice. "It's simple. All I would need is a suit like Batman's, a fast vehicle which I got and a lot of tech and we've got just the girl for that."

"Kinzie isn't that smart." Shaundi replied. "She's just a computer whiz."

"Oh so she hacks into your Facebook account and you say she's not that smart. Shaundi, you don't know the Kinzie."

Leaping up off the couch, The Boss walked into his bedroom and put on his purple saints hoodie and cap. Shaundi was convinced this time that he had gone crazy with imagination this time and she waited for him by the elevator. They were going to see Kinzie at their warehouse crib and The Boss didn't want anyone else to know except, Shaundi, Kinzie, Pierce and himself. He left the bedroom, swinging his car keys around his finger and the two stepped into the elevator.

"I better call Pierce and get him to meet us there." He said as he switched on his wireless device. "And don't mention this to anyone else. This is just an idea ok?"

"Ok, ok. I'll take this seriously." Shaundi replied as she hid her giggling. "Are you going to have a catchphrase like "to infinity and beyond" or something?"

"Shaundi!"

"Shutting up."

The Garage doors opened and a purple Attrazione car sped out onto the street. As sat comfortably behind the wheel, The Boss's wireless phone began to chime. With the flick of a switch, Pierce's Voice crackled over the miniature microphone.

"I got your message. What's this about going to Kinzie's?" he asked still grouchy from the past few hours.

"Yeah I want you to meet us there." The Boss replied as he ignored the man's grunting. "I've got an idea that only you, Kinzie and Shaundi are only allowed to know and we both know you love secrets?"

"Hell yeah." Pierce replied as the tone in his voice changed from grunting to cheering. "Will there be beer?"

"Dude, you know how much Kinzie hates Beer stains at her place." The Boss replied. "So yeah bring a six pack and we'll see you there."

Disconnecting his call, he couldn't help but notice Shaundi staring at him out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't impressed and he finally knew it.

"What?" he asked.

"You really enjoy doing this to yourself don't you?" Shaundi replied as she gave him a scowl. "Shaundi will kill you soon, swear to god."

"Kill me?" The Boss chuckled. "That will be the day."

As they headed down the expressway towards Kinzie's warehouse, the Boss's vigilante idea stuck in his head. He was really serious about this and he didn't even consider it to be a bad idea. He had even thought of a name. His only hope was Kinzie. He hoped that she had the gadgets to help him out. The Steelport Avenger was going to go ahead.