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Chapter 1 - Firefight

"Watches! I got watches here!" shouted the African American man as he gestured pointedly at the watches held within his briefcase.

Vi wrinkled her nose in annoyance.

Just her luck.

Two minutes from home after a long day working at the bar and she runs into this sort of bullshit on the streets of Stilwater. She inwardly cursed the man as he continued to shout. Casting her eyes straight ahead, she refused to make eye contact with him.

"Yo! Hey lady! This shit'll cost you six hundred dolla's in the sto!" he called out, upon noticing her pass by. Her brows furrowed in annoyance but she proceeded to walk along, much to his annoyance. "Oh whateva! Watches! I got watches here!"

Vi let out a breath of air through her mouth as she passed by the man undeterred.

"Hey baby" came a low, sultry voice.

Vi spared a glance at the young prostitute that took a small step towards her. Her eyes seemed to linger a bit too long on the woman's impressive rack and the prostitute took this as an invitation to continue.

"I could show you a good time…" she purred out suggestively.

"Sorry honey, maybe some other time" murmured Vi, raising her hands to stop the hooker from advancing further.

"Oh hell naw!" came an indignant shout.

Vi's head turned quickly to take in the three men that stood across the street, They were all dressed in yellow and were staring at the Rollerz graffiti that was spray painted on the wall.

"Man… fuck the Rollerz" ground out the stout one, gesturing to the name on the wall.

The second man turned to his friend. "You gonna let those bitches disrespect us?"

The dark male grinned in response. "Shit. Whatchu' think?" he said, before turning to the tag on the wall. He shook the small yellow spray paint can with one hand and proceeded to spray over the graffiti.

Vi felt unease form in the pit of her belly as she saw three men in blue walk up to the trio. From the looks of it they were rival gang members.

"The fuck you think ya doing?" said one of the guys in blue, holding his baseball bat threateningly in one hand.

"Just being civic minded is all" said the stout man in yellow, holding his arms out.

"That so?"

"Yeah… Some dumbass cracker gon' and shit all over this wall. We just cleaning it up" said the middle man in yellow.

Just as he finished his sentence, Vi heard the harsh crack of the baseball bat as it struck him across the face. His body met the pavement as his friend with the spray can knocked the blue guy with the baseball bat flat. He then sprayed another blue member straight in the eyes with the can. The man cried out as he fell over in pain. The stout man, upon realizing the odds were in their favor, belted the last member in the face with his fist.

The rev of a nearby engine met her ears as she turned to see a red Compton pull up beside the fighting gang members. The men inside the vehicle were wearing red.

"Hector says buenas noches" said the man in shotgun as he pulled out a submachine gun and proceeded to fire at the rival members. Shouts were heard as chaos erupted. Bullets were fired in every direction as the gangs began to take shots at each other.

This was definitely her cue to get the hell out of here.

Turning she noticed the hooker had long gone at the sight of the trouble. She should have probably done the same. She mentally cursed her own stupidity. You'd think she'd have gotten smarter living out here in the slums of Stillwater. Guess not.

"Fuckers!" came a shout as a man in blue jogged past her. She quickly jumped out of the way as she noted the AK that was snug in his arms.

Vi turned to look back at the chaos. Her eyes widened at the red Compton that was speeding her way. Instinctively, she threw her body off to the side just in time as the Compton rammed into the corner of an apartment complex.

Her eyes were attempting to focus as her ears rang at the sound of the collision. No matter how many times she blinked, everything was still a bit wonky. Nothing was hurting badly so that was a good sign, right? The burn of the smoke around her didn't help her breathing much. Laying on her back, she coughed at the smell of smoke around her. Breathing heavily, she heard the sound of more gunshots around her and the sound of footsteps approaching. She couldn't make out a face. All she saw was a blur of yellow which definitely meant nothing good for her.

Vi pulled herself onto her elbows shakily and attempted to shuffle backwards. Regardless, the man in yellow colors caught up to her in no time as he raised his gun towards her.

"Wrong time wrong place, dawg" he stated, turning his gun sideways with his finger on the trigger.

"Hacerlo, puta!" she hissed as she stared down the barrel of his gun. "Do it, bitch! You don't fucking scare me!"

No matter her tough talk, she was undoubtedly fucked beyond belief. She couldn't bring herself to watch him fire so involuntarily she closed her eyes.

The shot rang out.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that she was still breathing. Shit, maybe death didn't hurt so bad after all.

Opening her eyes, she met the gaze of a dark skinned man who wore a black beret on his head. He wore a purple dress shirt under a thick leather jacket.

"You okay, playa?" came the man's low voice as he squinted down at her.

She managed to nod mutely, unable to form a sarcastic response to someone that had undoubtedly saved her life. He reached down to grasp her arm. He slowly pulled her to her feet and she winced at the pain that shot through her leg.

"Julius! Let's move!" called a voice.

Vi noticed the brunette in purple a few feet away who held a revolver in his hand. He was dutifully surveying the area with keen eyes as the man she now knew as Julius urged her away from the wreckage. Limping along, she only got a few steps before the Compton, that had been silently burning behind them, exploded.

The trio was thrown forward as the explosion rocked the area. Julius managed to maintain a firm grip around her torso as they both shakily continued on. The brunette on the other hand stumbled forward and narrowly missed meeting the pavement head on.

She let out a breath as Julius eased her onto the floor a few blocks away from the remains of the Compton. She winced as he lifted up her pant leg to examine the damage. She saw a few splotches of blood but the ligament didn't feel like it was broken.

"That don't look so bad… You should be fine" said Julius as he waved off her injury. "That's Troy. You can thank him later" he said pointing over his shoulder at the brunette.

"Hey" said Troy curtly as she nodded her head in his direction. He responded in a similar fashion.

"The Row ain't safe no more. We got gangs fighting over shit that ain't their's and with a girl like you in the way? They don't care if you're representing or not" said Julius, leaning back on his haunches.

"Julius" cut in Troy. "This is no time to recruit."

With an explosion like that, it sure as hell wasn't. The cops would be all over this place any minute now. An unarmed woman flying no flags like her would be no problem whatsoever. A lucky survivor in fact! But two gun-toting, purple wearing dudes out for a walk just happening to be in the area? Now that'd cause problems.

Julius seemed to falter at that before his eyebrows drew together in frustration. "We need all the help we can get, son" he said, lowly.

"No. We need to get our asses out of here!" bit out Troy, equally irritated.

"In a minute" came Julius' authoritative response. Turning back to her, he began to stand. "Look the Row's got a problem. Come to the church if you want to be a part of the solution" he said before turning to walk away.

Vi's brows drew together as she watched the duo leave.

Did I just get scouted to join a gang? The fuck?

Hey everyone! Here's the first chapter to my first Saints Row story. Hope you all enjoyed it thus far. I've decided (if I can), I will work my way through the entire series and each game will have it's own story as it should. I will probably let you all know when the next part in the series is available and all that good stuff.

Just to set records straight, the rating is the way it is because of the content you'll find in this fic so please be mindful of that. Also, I haven't played the first game (blame me being a PC gamer primarily). But I'm looking into getting it soon if my xbox will cooperate. Regardless, anything story wise I come up with is purely through research and my own imagination. I also don't speak Spanish so that's researched too. I just really like the Hispanic voice for the female boss and figured it'd add a sassy flare to her character. So if you guys have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to let me know.

Also, if you know of a better way to show translations... Please let me know. I'd love to hear it because I don't know if showing them at the end of the chapter helps you guys or bothers you or what.

- HLF