Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any recognizable or licensed material appearing in this work of fiction. I am not attempting to or making a profit from this work of fiction in any way, shape, or form.
Or, in the words of The Boss:
I don't own shit!
AN: Alright, new story here and something I'm probably going to see how far I can go with this, hopefully I can make a sequel to.
God, how the hell had this happened, they had done shit like this all the time, hell, he'd done it enough by himself to do it in his sleep so what the hell had happened? What the hell went wrong! Everything had gone wrong almost the moment they started the job, what fucking teller pulls some military level shit out of their desk to begin with! That wasn't even the problem through, they killed those assholes pretty quick, hell even Birk got a few rounds outs. What happened next was what should have set off his alarms. Some guys with AR-55, top of the line AR-55s too, swarmed them.
Luckily, Gat had seen them before they could get a shot off and they mowed them down pretty quickly but shit only got worse after that. SWAT came, despite all the money they were giving to the Stillwater Police Department. It didn't matter through, well that punk Josh did run off after triggering the silent alarm that brought them but he was just baggage anyway. What was really the problem was when a FUCKING ATTACK CHOPPER showed up and tried to kill them all! Who the fuck sends an attack chopper for a bank robbery in the first place!?
To put it nicely, neither Shaundi or Gat took that well. A few empty clips later and the chopper was flying away but it kept coming back, even when they were airlifting the vault out. So, yeah, he was pissed off by that point so filled the pilots with a few rounds each before the helicopter turned out to have a fucking vendetta out for him, it crashed into the safe and threw him off of it, landing back on the ruined roof of the bank courtesy of some heavy fire from the chopper when SWAT got too much for his rifle.
He had waved the chopper off when it looked like it was turning around to pick him up, the money was more important and it wasn't like the cops were going to live long enough to take him down. A dozen or so clips later, he had run out of ammo and SWAT had brought in a few more choppers, filled with more guys that he couldn't kill. They had dragged him away, after he signed the gun and they "confiscated" it. Yeah right, he expected to see the damn thing sell for a few g when he had Pierce check out what their merch was selling for when him, Shaundi, and Johnny got back. Well that was the plan before they all got thrown in jail.
"What's the big fucking idea! We paid up this month!" the man known only as Boss shouted back at the two cops once they slammed the door to the Saints shared cell close.
"You know who the fuck your rob?" one of the cops asked, stopping to sneer at the Boss, a very bad move since the Boss shot forward, his hand managing to grab the cop's jacket and slamming them into the bars seconds later.
"What the hell! I need help in here!" the other cop raced forward, drawing their nightstick and swinging at the Boss, a dumb move since he only pushed the cop he was holding into them, throwing them onto the floor before he slammed them back into the bars.
Seeing them dazed the Boss finally threw them onto the ground, right onto their friend as they were staggering to their feet. Three other cops in the doorway finally sprang into action once they saw the Boss step away from the bars, two rushing forward to drag their unconscious friends while another was calling for help, four more cops rushing down the halls from the sounds of it.
The Boss didn't care what they did with the two cops he had just attacked, he was still far too annoyed at the three Saints spending time in jail. Deciding to lean against a wall as an attempt to calm down the Boss did so, idly glancing at himself in the single shitty mirror they put in the cell above the sink, both across the cell from him.
The Boss was a Caucasian man with combed back wavy black hair with purple streaks, brown eyes, and a somewhat stocky muscular build. Over his eyes he wore a pair of purple and black sunglasses with the Saints symbol, a fleur-de-lis, on the sides in their classic dark purple. On one side of his neck there was a black fleur-de-lis as well along with a dark purple one hanging from a chain around his neck. He wore a purple dress shirt left untucked with a black vest on over it and a light gray blazer over that along with jeans and a pair of black and dark purple shoes.
On his wrist there was one silver Rolex inlaid with gold and his belt had a fleur-de-lis buckle to it. Safely hidden under his blazer were a pair of his personal 45 Shepherd pistols, heavily modded to outmatch the firepower of an assault rifle for when things got serious, add that with rapid fire action, laser sights, flash suppressors, and a clip of bullets that packed an explosive punch hidden along with his knife on his leg and the Boss was prepared for when shit started, well he was always ready for that, he just now ensured he finished everything when it began.
"Fuck!" the Boss snapped, his fist lashing out and leaving a spider web of cracks along the wall to his right. He was pissed off, no…he had gotten past pissed off a long time ago and needed to tear something apart, preferably the fucking big shot who thought they could mess with the 3rd Street motherfucking Saints!
"Wow, chill out Boss, Pierce will get us out of here in no time." Shaundi was sitting on the only bed, a cot, and was leaning back against the wall with her legs stretched out in front of her. "You can tear whoever thinks they can fuck with us to pieces when he gets us out of this dump."
"Maybe he should be pissed off." Johnny was looking around him, his shade off for once and his eyes were a rare annoyed. "Just look at us," he held his arms out at his side before pointing to both the Boss and Shaundi. ",since when had anyone fucked with us like this before?"
"What are you talking about Gat?" Boss rubbed his fist, it not hurting but more along the lines of stinging really, with one eyebrow raised, visible even with his shades on.
"We turned into bitches the moment we made this Saints/Ultor Media shit!" Gat snapped at both Saints, throwing his glasses to the floor, the lenses and the frames shattering from Gat's strength. "We fucked up when we did that but neither of you two want to admit that shit's the truth!"
"So?" Shaundi was checking her nails when she asked, undisturbed by Gat's outburst despite the minor shock from the Boss. "We're fucking rich now, better than what we were before."
"Yeah, money's worth cops treating us like bitches." Gat moved to lean against the wall of the cell, pulling a backup set of shades out of his purple and gray jacket, these with rather light lenses with a dark purple fleur-de-lis centered on each one, both see through and not hampering Gat's sight. "So yeah, all the money was worth it."
"See, now you see my point." Shaundi, no idea how she had even brought it in, pulled out a nail file, though he did bring in two guns but that was mainly because people really didn't like getting glared at by him when they wanted him to give up his weapons, well glared at or shot, and was working on her nails now. "Money is going to get us way farther than respect Johnny, you can go kill however many people you want when we get out of here to go cool off."
The Boss turned away from both Shaundi and Gat, one calm and the other annoyed, and instead pulled out his phone, also not confiscated when he broke a guard's hand when they asked for it, and deciding a enough time had passed, dialed a number and put the phone to his ear, it ringing a few times before it was picked up.
"Yo, what you need Boss?"
"To get the fuck out of a jail cell, how far away are you?"
"Give me five minutes and y'all be free."
"You got three."
"Wh….!"
Not bothering with continuing, the Boss hung up midword while debating the drawbacks of just shooting the lock off his cell.
Two minutes later the doors swung open and, in his mind, one of his best Saints next to himself, walked in and unlocked the cell door for the three.
"Our ride's outside Boss." Pierce Washington, dressed as always in his light grey suit, purple dress shirt, and golfers cap with a rifle slung casually on his back.
Four Saints walked in behind him, dressed similarly to him in white suits and purple dress shirts and each were armed to the teeth, each holding a dual pair of KA-1 Kobra pistols heavily modded to include extended clips, laser sights, and an extra addition in the form of a special surprise Pierce promised he would show them all sometime soon. Add that to the several flashbangs and grenades they had hidden in their suits on top of AS3 Ultimax shotgun one had slung over their back, the two D4TH Blossoms on either side of another, the heavily modded K-8 Krukov another had hanging under one shoulder, and the motherfucking GL-20 Grenade Launcher one had hanging at their waist from a strap running across their chest and you got a small part of the Saints Special Forces.
"I even got my guys here to make sure the cops don't try anything." Pierce waved behind him towards the Lieutenant's own personalized Special Forces, nicknamed Reapers from the amount of firepower they always brought to a fight and, the name mainly from the fact they killed anything they were told to, never leaving anything left behind was a pretty damn good reason for a name like Reapers, used to be called Grim Reapers but the Boss had shortened that shit a long time ago.
"We're ready to go sir, we've got a squad watching the transport as requested." One Reaper, a girl with dark red hair with dark purple contacts in her eyes and having the AS3 Ultimax on her back announced after the Boss, Shaundi, and Johnny walked out of the cell.
"Good, let's go!" Pierce turned on his heels and strutted out of the cell with his normal grin on his face, probably thinking about ways to get more money for the Saints, two Reapers immediately following after him while two others stayed at their position at the door, obviously waiting for the two Lieutenants and the Boss to leave.
With a wave, Boss let Shaundi and Gat walk ahead of him, the two Reapers would have gotten on his side anywhere, some order from Pierce anytime he did anything with them, two always got stuck with him despite how many times he told Pierce he didn't need any protection, he was the goddamn Boss and could handle his own problems.
"So, what's our ride Pierce?" Gat was the first to talk after leaving the room, Pierce's grin growing at the question.
"You know, I thought about that for a while, well at least the minute it took me to get all the money I needed for your guys bail into a bag and I decided on something…" Pierce obviously was waiting for something, his grin growing wider every second at whatever he had brought with him.
"What is it…a tank or something?" Shaundi gave her best guess, Pierce had picked up a few Saints in a tank before, they were in some heavy shit with some former Ultor employees that stole some high end shit, and made the news because of it, something the Boss still laughs at when he sees something about it, he had actually went through the drive thru at Freckle's Bitches with the cops still chasing him. The son of a bitch got his food through, people work way faster when they have a fucking heavy machine gun pointed in the window.
"Better." Pierce answered as they walked out into the foyer of the police station, coming face to face with a dozen or so gun barrels the moment they opened the door.
"What the fuck is this?" Gat already had a gun in hand, a TEK Z-10 a Reaper had handed him the moment he was out the cell, and had it leveled at the nearest dumbass who decided to have a gun pointed at him, a good idea only if you had a death wish.
"Hello Saints," the Boss ignored the gun barrels, instead turning his attention to the two black haired women standing behind the line of gunmen.
",we, and by that we mean our employer," the other woman finished the other's sentence.
",wants to talk to you." Both spoke together and already the Boss was annoyed with them.
"Talk by yourselves or shut the hell up." The sounds of numerous safeties being shifted off reached his ears but he, out of principle really, didn't give a damn and he cared even less when he spotted a red light on each of their heads, something they all noticed a second after he did and his grin only grew at their very visible fear. "Now, either drop 'em or get dropped."
"Shit." One of the black haired women cursed when she realized a red dot was on both her and the other. "When did they get anyone up on those buildings?"
"Just now." Pierce's grin had never left his face even when they had guns pointed at them, he had simply drawn a purple and gold 45 Shepherd in his hand, one with an extended mag and almost ridiculous power with all the enhancements the Saints had done to it. "Now you better listen to the Boss," Pierce's grin fell, his eyes suddenly hard as he pulled back the hammer of the pistol, "or else, I ain't in no mood for this shit today."
Boss noticed the two Reapers Pierce always had stuck on him had their weapons drawn, a pair of D4TH Blossoms SMGs and a K-8 Krukov rifle on either side of him. He silently complimented them on their draw time, pulling those things up and at the ready almost faster than someone could blink. Ignoring the sounds of guns clattering to the floor and several people running inside, the Boss checked his reflection out in the glass nearby.
'Damn I look good.' He smoothed out his jacket for a moment before turning his attention back to the idiots who thought they could get the drop on Stillwater's top gang.
"So, who the fuck are you?" the Boss stepped forward, Pierce stepping aside as four Reapers armed with K-8 Krukov rifles stood behind the group that had tried to make them do something. He made a quick look over what they were wearing and felt the urge to facepalm at the sight. "Fucking Morningstar." He sighed to himself before walking forward, reaching into his jacket for a moment, as he did so he was walking through the line of subdued Morningstar and to the two women who seemed in charge of them.
He didn't miss the flinch all of the Morningstar members made when he did so and chuckled at their poorly hidden sighs of relief when he pulled out his phone.
"So just give me your boss's number and I won't kill you all now, I'll hear what he has to say and we'll go from there." Boss stopped in front of one the black haired women, both dressed identically but he remembered them being the top two Lieutenants of Morningstar's boss. "Alright?"
"Of course." Viola, the one with the white sunglasses on the top of her head, managed to stutter out as she hastily pulled out her phone, aware of how one wrong move could kill her. "I'll get it for you right now Mr…."
"Boss will do fine." Boss waited for her to hand him her phone before quickly copying down the number before handing it back to her. Before he turned around he stopped, moving his sunglasses up to unashamedly check out both Viola and her sister Kiki. "So, either of you got any plans for later?"
Behind him, Johnny chuckled, the Boss's antics hilarious to him, while Shaundi only sighed as she rubbed her temple with two fingers. Pierce looked a little annoyed for a moment before he reached into his suit jacket and tossed a roll of hundreds to Johnny, something the Saint caught with a grin.
"Don't bet against the Boss doing something Pierce, lesson one of working with the Saints." Johnny tucked the roll of hundreds into his jacket with his free hand, the other holding his TEK Z-10 at his side.
"Damn, he always got to try to fuck something." Pierce grumbled under his breath before he shrugged, his grin returning. "Well fuck it, it was only a few thousand anyway."
"I swear he tries to get in bed with any girl he meets." Shaundi's words were met with a brief laugh from Pierce, already walking forward and heading out the doors, two other Reapers with two D4TH Blossoms in both their hands flanking either side of the doorway while even more could be seen through the window as they pulled up in armored Torches, all of them purple and gold.
"You gotta learn to live with shit like this Shaundi." Gat walked past her, patting her on the shoulders as he walked past, still grinning at winning his bet with Pierce.
"So, you gonna answer or what?" Boss was clearly waiting for a question, turning to both a wide-eyed Viola and an oddly smirking Kiki.
"Where are we going?" Kiki's smirk grew as she walked over to the Boss, a sensual sway to her hips that had the Boss's eyes locked on them, a grin on his lips as he turned to face her. He grabbed her hips when she got close enough, pulling her flush against him with a soft gasp from Kiki accompanying his action.
"Maybe we can just hit up my place now, skip everything else and get right to the bed." A cough from behind the Boss got his attention, sending an annoyed look over his shoulder when he saw Shaundi was standing behind him, Pierce and Johnny only laughing at his actions.
"Boss, we have to leave, now." Shaundi's answer was a groan from the Boss, something Kiki caused when she pressed herself against him, grinding into his hips with hers.
"Give me half an hour." Boss turned his attention back to Kiki, smirking when he leaned down to quickly capture her lips with his, pulling her tighter against him while Kiki returned the kiss.
"Boss!" Shaundi quickly walked up to him, the click clack of her heels as she rushed over giving the Boss enough time to dip down, dodging her lunge for him before stepping to the side to avoid her again, keeping Kiki pressed against him and at this point dominating the kiss.
When he finally let her go, Kiki had a dazed look in her eyes and was a bit unsteady on her feet, her legs quivering while she seemed to unconsciously lick her lips, shuddering at the taste on them as she stepped back against a desk, trying to keep her balance.
"Oh god…that was incredible!" Kiki moaned her words, turning slightly cloudy eyes towards the smirking Boss who patted his waist, Kiki looking down and seeing a card in her belt.
"Call me if you want another taste." Boss smirked at an exasperated Shaundi as he turned to face her, nodding his head towards the door before he waved off the Reapers keeping the Morningstar thugs on the ground. "Alright guys, we're out of here."
Without another word, Boss walked out of the Stillwater Police Station and to a waiting purple and gold Saints VTOL, much larger than normal and looking more like a jet, with a dark purple fleur-de-lis surrounded in gold on both sides of the airplane, located around the middle of it on each side.
"Your chariot awaits Boss!" Pierce was very proud of himself, the dark purple jet with VTOL tech copied from the government, plenty of weapons, something he made sure of, and a few dozen other surprises made it one of the coolest things he had made sure the Saints have on hand.
"So, the fuck were those guys and how do you know them Boss?" Gat had been the first to ask the question on everyone's mind once everyone had sat down and the VTOL Jet began to lift into the air, hovering above the city for a moment for the brief transition from Hover to Jet mode.
'Damn, never thought Gat would pick up on something like that.' Boss's thoughts were currently in turmoil, brought on by his brief encounter with Morningstar bringing up some memories, of the past, both of his time before the Saints and his time after waking up from his coma, one thought in particular beating out all the others. 'Those assholes reminded me of the Brotherhood, why the hell does another gang have to wear red?'
"What about it?" Boss leaned back in his dark purple seat, running his hands over the golden trim running over the chair, all of it ending at a golden fleur-de-lis, with a smirk on his face as he drew one of his customized .45 Shepherds and checked it, a habit he had formed not that long after he had joined the Saints. "There's not much you need to know."
"Why, looks like you knew those assholes?" Gat leaned forward in his chair, one hand pushing up his sunglasses to lock eyes with the Boss. "What, you used to roll with those posers or something?"
"Drop it Gat." The Boss was on the edge now, his gun may have been pointing at the ground but he was a damn quick draw. "Drop it, now." A small flick of his wrist accompanied his words, bringing the gun up slightly.
"If you use to roll with them, the Saints may have a problem Boss, ever think about that? When you made me your second you made this type of shit my problem so answer the fucking question!" Gat was on his feet now, one hand ready to draw the KA-1 Kobra from his side if the Boss made a move with his pistol, it didn't help both were beginning to get angry, Johnny more angry than the Boss through. "So, am I gonna have to ask you again or do you want to have a fucking gunfight in a plane?"
"Who the fuck you talking to?" Boss demanded, on his feet now and his .45 in hand. "Did you forget who's in charge here Gat?"
"Did you forget you turned us into a bunch of pussies?" Gat had drawn his Kobra at this point and Shaundi, seeing something was about to happen, decided to leave the room, heading to get a drink from the bar a good distance away.
"Gat, drop the fucking piece." The Boss's voice was basically a growl, his .45 now aimed at Gat, not even bothering hiding that he was ready to pull the trigger, a lot of unwanted memories coming to the forefront of his mind from Gat's questioning, something he would very much rather ignore if he could.
"You even got the balls to pull that trigger Boss? I think you traded all that shit for money a LONG time ago." Gat was eerily calm now, stressing the word long when he spoke with his Kobra pointed at the Boss.
"Gat…" Boss sighed before letting his arm fall, his piece falling with it as he sat back down, his anger fading as he brought himself under control. Gat remained standing only a moment longer before his gun was back in its holster under his jacket.
"Sorry about that shit Boss." Gat shrugged a she spoke, chuckling a bit as he waved his hand off to the side. "That shit at the bank got me a bit paranoid if you know what I mean."
"I hear you," the Boss laughed a bit himself before turning deadly serious. ",just don't pull some shit like that again."
"No promises Boss. No promises." Gat turned away at this point, walking out of the lounge and most likely heading towards the shooting range he had Pierce put in the jet to help him let off some steam if he was ever cooped up in it too long.
With both Shaundi and Gat gone now, Boss turned to face Pierce, the Saint Lieutenant leaning back on the couch, his normal grin gone from his face and he was now serious.
"Yo Boss, when you gone tell them about 'that'?" Pierce's question wasn't answered by the Boss, instead he set back down and a few minutes later the sounds of gunshots reached them, Gat unloading in the firing range a floor or two below them. Ignoring the gunshots, the Boss pulled out his phone and saw he had a new message and a few taps opened his phone.
Hey, everything alright, Boss?
Everything's fine, nearly shot Gat through.
...
Yeah, I'll tell you later.
You better. Stay safe, talk to you later.
You too. See you soon.
The Boss looked up from his phone when he heard the door open, Shaundi walking in, slightly off balance before she quickly shook it off as she dropped onto a second couch in the lounge.
"Damn, that bar has top of the line shit!" Shaundi giggled to herself, the Boss smelling the weed she had lit up while him and Gat had nearly shot each other. "That shit is…it's….it's the shit!"
"Damn girl, you are high." Pierce looked on as a giggling Shaundi hugged herself, giggling even more at the stunned look on Pierce's face. "You were there, for what, two minutes?"
"Pierce, the thing about Shaundi is that she can always get high." Boss chuckled as he heard the gunshots suddenly stop, Johnny obviously done down at the firing range.
Turning his attention back to his phone he heard the door open and close before he heard Johnny's voice.
"Hey Pierce, up for a game?" Johnny's challenge was met with an excited grin from Pierce, the two Lieutenants eager for the game. Boss glanced down at his phone, smirking at the text he had gotten, one fitting what was happening.
Hey, Pierce & Johnny still playing that game you were telling me about?
Perfect timing.
For what? The game?
Damn right, they still haven't finished it.
What the hell! Haven't they've been at it for like two or three years now?
Yeah, they both suck that bad.
You're one to talk, I beat you pretty damn fast when we played.
I let you win and besides, I was damn young when I played you.
So?
I was really stupid when I was young.
Aww, I thought you were pretty cute then.
You thought everything I did was cute back then.
So? You were adorable!
…
Don't say that.
I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!
You thought it :P.
I hate you sometimes.
Love you too!
I'm done…
See you later "Boss"!
Don't do that!
Don't call yourself "Boss" than "Boss". :P
After a few minutes of set up, a multilevel chess game was ready, having a varied combination of pieces on each board and a game was clearly in process, one that had been going on for a long time. The Boss had never gotten into the game after an experience when he was young but had showed it to the Saints out of boredom one day, Pierce and Johnny had almost immediately been hooked to it and had, in a total of eight years, played four games, on the fifth at the moment. It was tied 2-2 each and right now, at least it looked like to the Boss, that Johnny was winning despite only having a few pieces left on the top floors, the ones needed to actually win the game.
Instead of getting his pieces to the top of the board immediately, he had instead decided to hang back, sacrifice a few pieces here and there, and, eventually, he had plans ready to conquer the majority of the board in a few turns, by that point it was too late for Pierce to fully counter but he had mitigated the worse of the damage, only losing a dozen pieces instead of the eight dozen Johnny had planned to take that move. After that, the game had deadlocked with neither getting anyway on the board, either countering the move or counterattacking after losing any pieces.
"So Pierce, think you can win this game?" Johnny leaned forward, grinning as he saw his third win was near. Pierce, on the other hand, was looking down at his phone after it had flashed a minute or so ago.
"Hold up on that Gat, I got something Boss might want to know." Pierce slipped his phone back into his pocket as he stood up, suddenly very alert, the laidback attitude he had during the game completely gone. "Pilots just picked up something big coming towards us, looks like some other jet."
"Then shoot the motherfuckers out the sky." Gat immediately leapt to his feet, already searching for the door that would take him to one of the many, many, many guns on the VTOL Jet.
"That won't be necessary." Boss stayed in his seat, completely unconcerned over a potential threat and instead he was checking his phone. "I just got a text from Kiki."
A screen lowered down, displaying the Boss's phone and the message on it:
Hey, my boss wants to talk to you, coming in a jet. DON'T SHOOT US! See you then!
See ya soon Boss, Kiki.
P.S. I can't wait for tonight!
"Well, I guess we don't have to shoot them." Pierce walked over to the couch and once he read the message he plopped down on it, stretching out on the purple and gold couch while grabbing his phone out his pocket and already absorbed in whatever he was doing on it before he had even fully settled into his seat.
"Wait, how are we supposed to talk to someone on another plane?" Gat's question was met with a shrug from both the Boss and Pierce, neither really knowing what was going to happen even as two Reapers stepped into what amounted to the lounge area of the plane.
"Sir, someone wants a video conference with you, it's from an organization known as the Syndicate." One of the Reapers, a man with close cropped blonde hair, spoke for the both of them and the Boss only pushed past them, already up and heading into what looked to be a conference room. Three screens were set up on one side of the table and one on the other but all four showed a purple and gold fleur-de-lis, the iconic image of the Saints since their beginnings, surrounded by the Ultor logo as the symbol for the ever popular Saints/Ultor Media group.
"Get the Ultor rep up on that screen." Boss waved at the one screen while taking the purple and gold seat next to it, pulling his phone back out and he was texting someone it looked like from how fast his thumbs were moving. "Give us a few minutes to talk before you load up the Syndicate, got it?"
The nod the Reapers gave him was ignored by the Boss, grinning at whatever he was doing on his phone before a few minutes later the screen next to him crackled to life.
"Hello Boss, what can I do for you today?" Eric Gryphon, Chairman of the Ultor Cooperation, sat in his office at the main Ultor building in Stillwater, leaning back in the purple and gold leather chair the Saints had "convinced" him to have as they were remodeling his office to more "appropriate" colors. So, in short, lots of purple and gold now filled his office.
"We got a video conference with the Syndicate, you say only what I send to your phone, got it?" Boss put his phone down, turning his head only slightly to lock with the digital eyes of the Ultor rep, the man trying his best to disappear into his chair at the look from the Boss.
Coughing slightly while straightening his golden tie, he adjusted the collar of his purple dress shirt, struggling to hide the familiar panic he felt when he talked with the Boss, at least when they weren't both either drunk or high, well at least it helped when he was. The Boss held back the urge to laugh at the Ultor's rep panic and instead set his phone down on the table, the screens in front of him coming to life and showing three very distinct figures.
One was a man with gray or white hair dressed in a black suit with a red scarf hanging off his shoulders. A man with obvious power simply from the way he held himself.
Another was some kid wearing makeup and in a black and blue jacket. A kid who didn't know what he was getting in from his looks.
The last was some weird guy in a black and green luchador mask wearing a green suit. A man who thought he had more power than he had and would always want more.
'Fucking weirdos, what the hell is with gangs now?' Boss turned his full attention to the middle screen, showing the man with the red scarf, the one with both power and knew what the hell he was in, and ignored the other two, a kid who probably didn't understand half the shit he thought he did along with little experience and the man who was probably just some power hungry roid junkie who couldn't understand he didn't have all the power he thought he did.
"So, you're the Syndicate I guess?" the Boss was, in a few words, unimpressed with two of them but the last, he could at least tolerate if not respect the man in front of him on the screen. "My opinion of you guys, all but one of you are fucking weirdos."
"WHAT!" the Luchador, at least that was what the Boss would call him from now on, slammed his hands on his desk as he got to his feet, the Boss entirely unconcerned with his reaction and instead focusing his attention on the middle scream, the two woman standing behind the man with white hair drawing his attention next before meeting the eyes of the white haired man. "WHO THE FU…."
White noise flooded through the room for a moment as the connection was cut with the Luchador, the roid-rage undoubtedly messing with the equipment in place. With an annoyed glare the Boss muted the monitor for the moment, not bothering to wait for the connection to be reestablished before he turned his attention to the screen with the man with the red scarf and two very familiar figures standing behind him.
"So, Kiki, you're heading to Steelport, right?" Boss's question was met with a quick nod from a smirking Kiki.
"You think you can take a little detour from Stillwater?" Kiki walked forward to lean over the desk the man was sitting at, her grin growing despite her sister's attitude, becoming more annoyed at her sister's actions every second.
"Kiki, what the hell are you doing?" Viola quickly walked over to her sister and pulled her back.
"Vi! Stop! I was talking to him!" Kiki looked very much like a child as she pouted, the Boss chuckling at the sight as her sister dragged her away from the screen's view.
"What the hell is wrong with you today? Are you j…" Viola's muttering was heard as she walked offscreen before a door was slammed, cutting off anything else.
"VI!"
Waiting a moment as the grey haired man let out a sigh before drinking a glass of liquor given to him from offscreen, the Boss noticed the connection with the mask weirdo was back online, obviously repaired while he was talking with Kiki about their plans tonight.
"So, what do you three want?" Boss leaned back in his seat, threading his fingers behind his head while he flicked his sunglasses down over his eyes. "I don't have all day you know, I've got a date tonight."
"I will speak for my partners then," the grey haired man leaned forward on his desk, his hands in front of him and he was resting his chin on his interlocked fingers. "We," he paused to gesture to either side of him to the other two screens showing the teen or the mask guy depending on which side. "as you know, represent the global partnership known as the Syndicate. My name," the man pointed to himself, "is Phillipe Loren and I am the leader of the Morningstar gang. My associates, Killbane," the now named Loren gestured with one hand to the masked Luchador on one side of him who glared at the Boss from underneath his mask, something that sent him into another rage when the Boss flipped him off the moment Loren introduced him. ",is the leader of the Luchador organization. The man on my other side is Matt Miller, the leader of the Deckers group." Miller seemed smarter than Killbane as he gave a small bow, well as much as you could when sitting, to the Boss and got a nod in return, a small smirk on the Boss's face from the show of respect. Maybe the kid wasn't as clueless as he thought.
"So, what do you want?" Boss turned to the door, seeing Pierce and Shaundi trying, and failing, to eavesdrop on the conversation. Gat was probably drinking in the lounge, the man had a habit of not giving a damn if he didn't get to kill something by the end of it. On the screen, Loren narrowed his eyes as in the bottom right hand corner a picture of an airborne safe was seen.
"I want my safe back, you and several of your associates airlifted it out of the Stillwater First National Bank perhaps," Loren paused her, looking down at a stack of papers on his desk, shuffling through them for a moment. ", two and a half or so hours ago by what one of my Lieutenants have told me."
Loren was very clearly angry, the Boss suddenly sitting straight up, flicking his sunglasses up to lock eyes with Loren. The man didn't back down, causing the Boss to chuckle before waving his hand and leaning back. Eric cleared his throat to get the attention of the three gang leaders and a picture of the safe at an Ulor warehouse appeared.
"Ah, yes, the safe containing seventy-five million, eight hundred thirty-seven thousand, and fifty-four U.S. dollars, correct?" Eric turned his chair slightly, typing something into a computer and after listing off the number he turned to Loren, the man nodding. "The safe shall be returned to you promptly. As long as no actions are taken in response, the Saints/Ultor media group will not target the Stillwater First National Bank again through your other investments are still under the normal risks unless otherwise noted as no protection fees have been paid."
Eric seemed to have done this numerous times, not really bothering to move away from his computer as Loren glanced at his phone, a light briefly flashing on it before Loren picked it up.
"Hmmm, interesting." Loren seemed satisfied at whatever was on the phone, giving a brief nod to the Boss once he looked back up. "I believe our business is concluded, I have what I want back and the Saints and the Syndicate have no problems."
"Not that you'll survive if we did." Boss chuckled at his rather grim words before he turned his attention to the irate Killbane on one screen, a glare enough to stop the man from opening his mouth. "The fuck's wrong with you Mysterio?"
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Killbane roared as this time when his fist hit the desk, it split in half as he shot to his feet, showing his towering height. "Who do you think you're talking to? Who do you think you're trying to pick a fight with you li.."
"Shut the fuck up." Boss's words were a drawl when he spoke, clearly uncaring to pissing Killbane off as he lazily turned his eyes back to Loren. "Shut your dog up before I put it down, Loren."
"Mr. Killbane is very rarely reasonable, I am afraid I'll have to get a new dog if he won't stop talking." Loren finished doing something on his phone, Killbane's interruption enough time for him to do so, and the door opened moments later as Kiki and Viola walked up to his side again.
"Are you going to let him talk to us like that Loren! Do you Belgians have any balls at all!" Killbane was murderous at this point, his hands clenched into fists as the Boss allowed a grin to cross his face as he rose one hand, his index finger pointed at the screen Killbane was on.
"You're first Mutt, I'm going to put a bullet right between your eyes." Boss chuckled as he acted as if firing a gun, Killbane's screen going dark before he turned to Miller's. "So, you going to be smart or be the next one on my list?"
"I'm quite fine, thank you very much." Miller was smarter than he looked, he was clearly not suicidal enough to take on someone like the Boss and the full force of the Saints. The kid was also insanely nervous, barely stopping himself from stammering as the Boss focused his attention on him. "I'll be leaving now, don't mind me at all! You're welcome in my parts of Steelport whenever you wish Mr. Boss!"
Miller quickly killed the connection and the screen blacked out before turning off. Loren simply sighed, looking to the side and rising out of his seat after a moment.
"I apologize for the behavior of my associate, I will look forward to seeing you at Steelport and hope we can come to a more proper business arrangement." Loren turned his attention briefly to Eric. "Mr. Gryphon, have my safe delivered to the bank, repairs have already been completed and the safe can be placed there immediately." Loren turned to look at both Kiki and Viola at this point, both off to his right side. "Kiki, Viola, have rooms be prepared for the Saints as we will be hosting them while they are in Steelport."
"Since when did I get an invitation?" Boss raised an eyebrow, curious at Loren's offer to come to his headquarters. The Belgian, from Killbane's words, merely chuckled as he locked eyes with the Boss.
"I'd heard you're dating my Little Kiki, I can be quite protective of my girls Mr. Boss." Loren had a small grin on his face as he spoke, one matched by the Boss before the connection was killed, Kiki managing to give a brief wave to him before it did so.
"I am looking forward to tonight." Boss leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he locked his fingers behind his head. "So, Eric, what's the status of that project I got you working on, the one with all that high end and heavy shit?"
"It'll be ready soon Boss, right on schedule." Eric was nervous, once again the Boss was focusing on him and he was pretty serious about the project he had some of Ultor's best working on, something that would get him killed if he screwed it up. "Anything else I can do for you today?"
"No, just get some Saints sent over to Steelport, I'll send the jet back once we get there." Boss killed the connection from his phone, tapping the screen to do so before he stood up.
"Hey Pierce, how far are we from Steelport?" Boss chuckled when Pierce stumbled out into the doorway from the side, slightly startled at being caught as Shaundi was already backing away.
"A few hours at least Boss, what's the reason for the detour?" Pierce was a rare serious as he questioned the Boss, leaning against the doorway with one eyebrow raised with his question.
"I've got a few things to do there." Boss was vague when he answered, already walking out the door on the other side of the conference room. "Wake me up when we get to Steelport."
"I'll get it done Boss!" Pierce shouted after him, already turning and pulling out his phone to set everything up before he had even started walking down the hallway, heading either back to the lounge or heading to his private room to get everything the Boss wanted done before getting drunk off his ass if he went to the bar.
The Boss, frankly, didn't care where Pierce went to get it all done, all he cared about was that it was. What really mattered to him was heading off to get some much needed sleep.
'We should be landing in Steelport soon, at least we'll hopefully be landing soon. I can't handle this plane for much longer than that.' The Boss shook slightly, unwanted memories returning before he brutally squashed them down. 'There's no time for that shit.'
The Boss finally reached the purple and gold double doors to his room and kicked them open, not bothering to open them any other way. He collapsed onto his bed almost instantly, exhaustion setting in after everything that's happened today. Even as he felt himself drifting off, he had one last thought before he passed out.
'I've got a feeling tomorrow's going to be worse.'
AN: Well, how was it? Good, bad, could use some work?
Peace.