The HQ is being attacked, so shaundi calls the boss. Unfortunately for her, he's been hot boxed.
It was a surprisingly quiet day in the Saints HQ. No running around to gather information from a whole load of mistakes, also known as exes. Seriously, she'd lost count by this point. Her life really had changed since joining the 3rd Street Saints, mainly for the better. But there was always gonna be some negative points.
Like for example the boss.
You never knew when he was joking.
I mean, one second he could be looking at her as if he'd like to empty his stupidly huge revolver into her, yelling that she took his Freckles Bitches burger. Then he'll be laughing his ass off. Of course he'd remembered that he'd actually eaten it.
Twat.
Thinking about it, she was getting hungry. Rather than heading over to Freckles Bitches Shaundi decided ordering a pizza would be the lesser of two evils. There's a reason the fast food joint was called Freckles Bitches. Bunch of whores, the lot of them. Oh sure, she had got the bitch part down to a tee, but there was a distinct lack of freckles adorning her face. It went without saying that the fact she applied to work there was a closely guarded secret. Especially seeing as she was rejected. She had no doubt however, that he'd find out eventually. Bastard was like a drugs sniffer dog.
He does have nice eyes though...
Damn this was good weed. Just as she was about to light another gun shots echoed and bounced off the walls. If this were any other fine establishment the lack of surprise and movement in HQ would have been unnerving. But under that decrepit old church this was nothing out of the ordinary, some of the saints liked to blow off some steam now and again.
Then it continued. There were shouts and a few muffled screams. Something was seriously wrong.
Shaundi warily raised herself off the couch and headed towards the stairs. Before she managed to reach the first step a grenade bounced towards her.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
She barely had time to turn and run before it exploded, throwing her 10 feet through the air, colliding harshly with the wall. The world swayed violently before her as she stumbled to her feet and retreated to the bar, diving behind it as bullets buried themselves in the wood millimetres behinds her.
The Sons of Samedi had arrived.
And the boss was nowhere to be seen. As she dialled his number precious bottles of spirits, wine and beer above her head smashed to smithereens and she realised something.
What the fuck was his name?!
The boss this.
The boss that.
She hadn't even heard Gat utter his name, and they'd known each other for years.
As she mused over his lack of name a saint came flying over the bar, smashing the remaining booze. Blood and red wine began to mix and spread thick and fast. He was a new recruit...
The line connected.
Shaundi unleashed the fury and confusion as she heard a seemingly unending supply of bullets spray across the safe haven.
"What the hell did you do boss? The Samedi are tearing this place apart!"
"Shaundi? You're not here... How am I Hearing you?"
Oh fuck. Her heart dropped into her stomach. This was just what she needed.
"Holy shit, are you high?!"
"You know what's cool about you. Your name. Is it Irish?"
She decided to ignore this question. Now was hardly the time to share origin stories.
"I'm gonna die... great!"
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
The boss is off his face somewhere in Stillwater, and I'm going to die. What the fuck had she gotten herself into this time.
