Saints Row: Saints and Sinners

By

MBlackHawk

(A/N: While I'm working on getting my ideas together to write more on "Reaper Threat v2", I'm going to be writing on this, as well. The prologue is all the thoughts of the Protagonist, which is why it's all in italics. It's going to deviate a LOT from canon in Saints Row 1, 2, and the Third. I'm adding an OC to the story, and there will be some cameos from time to time from certain TV series.)

Prologue

Stilwater. This city, for those of us who grew up here, is a part of who you are, even if you've not been back in years. I never really had a chance, growing up. My parents both worked, so they were never around. I got into a lot of trouble during my teen years: B&E, GTA, Shoplifting, assault. To say the least, I was a mess as a kid. So much so, that a judge gave me a choice when I turned 18: Join the Marines, or go to jail. I chose the Corps, and didn't look back. That was in 2000.

After boot, I was stationed at Camp Carlson, GA, part of the 5th Marine Expeditionary Force. I learned how to operate and maintain any number of vehicles and weapons, and even went through scout/sniper school. Gunny always did say I could do anything I put my mind to. I just needed focus.

Then came 9/11, and the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. The Army Rangers motto is "Rangers lead the way", but the 5th Marines were first in, last out. All the training came in handy, as I had a higher kill count than most other snipers, at the longest ranges, and even helped to keep our Humvees and other vehicles in top shape when not in the field.

It was during a patrol in Anbar province that my team was ambushed by insurgents. They were pinned down behind a blown up truck. The sniper's creed is "One shot, one kill". I fired 10 shots. 10 Iraqi insurgents' heads exploded. I was awarded the Silver Star and Navy Cross.

I finally got out in 2008. The Corps let me keep my AR-50 and my McManus, since I had heavily modified them to suit my personal preferences. Following my discharge, I got on a bus back to Stilwater, and that's where my life really gets interesting.

The Greyhound terminal in Stilwater is in Saints Row. My C.O. had shipped my guns to my recruiter for me to pick up at his office. I got my bag from the bus and stepped from the terminal, into a war zone that would put Kandahar and Fallujah to shame.

My name is . Charles Vincent, and now, I'm a member of the Third Street Saints.

Los Carnales. Even the thought of them turns my stomach. They have heavy ties to the Reynosa drug cartel in Colombia and Mexico, and are also affiliated with MS-13. However, with some intel and assistance from fellow Saint, Dex, I dealt a decisive blow to their operations and sent their leaders packing back to Mexico.

The Vice Kings, a bunch of thugs controlled by local businessman, Benjamin King. They were already forehead deep to Shaquille O'Neal in a power struggle between King and his lieutenants: Anthony "Big Tony" Green, Tanya…something (I forget. Must not be that important), and Warren Williams. Fellow Saint, Johnny Gat, and I disrupted their operations enough for the struggle to come to a head, and Williams deposed King. After rescuing King from a Vice Kings ambush, we killed Tanya and Williams, ending the Vice Kings.

Gat, I found, is quite a character: A bit of a smartass with a little psycho mixed in. All in all, he'd would have made a hell of a Marine. During our operations to take out the Vice Kings, Gat and I became fast friends.

Dex, while I don't entirely trust him, was an excellent asset for intelligence on the Carnales, and was pretty handy in a firefight.

The only one I have the hardest time figuring out is Troy. He and Lin are gathering intel on the West Side Rollerz. Only thing is, his information is such that it looks like it comes from official channels. It's highly likely he's an undercover cop. Doesn't matter, though. The gangs in Stilwater have to be dealt with. Whether it's the Saints, the cops, or some combination of the two, it has to be done.

Julius Little started the Saints for a good reason. That, I can respect. However, I don't quite follow his tactics sometimes. He's a good man, but this is war, and it's a war that has to be won.

Stilwater always did have a gang problem. The war between the Carnales and the Vice Kings has been going on since the Bee Gees were in the top 10 on the Billboard charts. It just got exponentially more violent after I left for the Corps. Now, even the cops and public officials are nothing more than self-serving, Tony Montana wannabes. Maybe, in a city full of these thugs, what it needs is a Douglas MacArthur to deal with the rest.