I do not own Law and Order: SVU, or Saint's Row. If I did this would have been a made-for-TV movie.
Pierce Washington walked into the Saint's Row nightclub, watching in approval as the final touches were put in place. Looking around, he spotted the Boss watching the progress from the manager's office. When the boss realized Pierce was watching him, he gave a wave, indicating he should head on up. After walking into the back room and up the stairs, Pierce saw some of the other Saint's Crew was already there, specifically Shaundi, kinzi, Zimos, and Viola. "Hey Boss, things are looking good. Club is nearly finished. The Row could even be opened a week ahead of schedule. And no disrespect, but I gotta ask, why open it in New York? Why not in Stilwater or Steelport?" Jack Spade, the Boss, continued tapping the barrel of his magnum revolver against the back of his glove for a few minutes, the metal back making a metallic sound, almost like an inhuman heartbeat. The Boss had forked over huge amounts of cash into his outfit. His pants and shirt had a new kinda fabric weaved into them, which didn't make him bulletproof, but close to it. Add to that the armor in the back of the jacket, and he could take quite a bit of punishment. Glancing at the Boss's jacket, Pierce noted that on the sleeves, near the wrists, were three small cases, which held 6 total magnum cartridges, in case he needed some ammo in a damn hurry. Pierce spotted the top hat, and remembered a joke he had made that the Boss wore the top hat in case he needed a spare rocket for his RPG.
Realizing the noise had stopped, Pierce looked at the boss. "Opening a club with the name Saint's Row in Stilwater sounded redundant," the British gang leader spoke as he holstered the gun. "And I figured Steelport had enough clubs. I always wanted to visit New York, and if you're going to go somewhere, you may as well make a profit. Speaking of which, how are we doing spreading the gospel?" Kinzi didn't even look up from her laptop when she replied. "We already own numerous businesses, mostly low end, apartments and liquor stores and such." "Start slow when doing something like this, without a good foundation your building will crumble." The Boss said as he sat down in his chair, spinning absently. "How about our less legit ventures?" "Yo playa, we've managed to round up some damn fine bitches." The autotune voice of Zimos was about to continue when Viola spoke up. "We've got three main spots for our prostitution ring." Walking over to a map of the city, she pointed to some red pins. "We've got both the crib and the loft: Strip clubs. Then we've got the Parlor: a message salon. And to round it all up we've got New York's very own SafeWord. I hope I don't have to mention what that is.
Before the boss could ask Pierce about the drug trafficking side of business, gunshots were heard outside. "What the fuck?" Kinzi quickly hacked into the police mainframe. "It's a shoot out; NYPD is getting butchered by a local gang, who're armed to the teeth." "Those fucking pricks think it's a good idea to have a shoot out in front of a Saint's Crib? Why don't we show them what a real gang is like?" Sliding a bookcase back, the boss revealed The Row's stash of weapons. While everyone, minus Kinzi grabbed a machine gun, The Boss only grabbed another magnum, pulling on his jacket, hat and sunglasses. "Don't you think this set-up is kinda cliché?"Shaundi asked. "Fuck no! It's classic. Pierce, take Zimos and Viola head around back and get these motherfuckers from behind. Shaundi and I will hit them from the side while the police have their fronts. Kinzi, if these idiots have any surprises on the way, I want you to know about it. Move it people."
Olivia Benson had often heard of the phrase "I saw my life flashing before my eyes", but she had never put much faith in it, as it had never happened to her or her partners (to the best of her knowledge). But being pinned down behind a dumpster with bullets whizzing by, the rest of the squad being unable to help her, Olivia could honestly it was happening to her now. Eyes widening, she saw one of the gangbangers walking smugly to her, pointing his gun at her. "The fuck you thinking pig? You should know better than to mess with the. "Before he could finish, a tall Caucasian man jumped onto him, slamming his head into the wall and putting a bullet into his face. "Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life." Olivia could clearly hear a British accent in the man's voice, and saw a woman with a machine gun running up behind him. The man tossed her a bag of M&M's with a grin. "Sit back and watch the show love. It's gonna be killer!"
The NYPD had been trying in vain to reach Detective Benson for the last 10 minutes. When they saw the gangbanger head into the alley, they feared the worst. But when someone different walked out of the alley, they wondered what had happened. When the man started firing at the 39th Crew, they realized that he must have saved Benson. When half of the crew turned around and stared firing, they wondered what was going on. Within minutes, the entire crew had been wiped out. The leather-clad one ran over and jumped onto one of the cars the gang had been using to shield themselves and looked around at his handiwork.
Detective Stabler sighed as he walked into Olivia's living room, where she was nervously watching the news. The captain had given her the rest of the day off and sent Elliot with her to make sure she got home ok. But rather then resting, she watched the news coverage of the shoot-out. Olivia straightened. "That's him El, that's the guy who saved me in the alley." She then watched the carnage he caused, noting the content smile on his face. One camera crew had managed to get close after the fighting had ended, asking for a statement, where he cheerfully said "If you do what you love you'll never work a day in your life." Rubbing her shoulder, where she had been grazed by a bullet. "That guy was off Elliot. It was like killing that guy was as easy as breathing. And look at how quickly he killed all of those guys. Who is he?"
Before Elliot could reply, there was a knock on the door, after checking the peephole; Stabler let Fin and Munch in. "Hey 'Liv. How you feeling?" "I've been better. Hoping I'll never have a day like that again." "Well, sorry to spoil your mood, but something about those guys didn't set well with me. So I did some checking. There's only one gang that uses a Fleur-de-lis as a logo, and wears a purple flag. 'Liv, the NYPD just got saved by the 3rd Street Saints."
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