AN: Any and all characters from Saints Row belong to Volition, no matter how I wish differently.

AN2: There may or may not be spoilers to Saints Row IV, I will make sure to put warnings for any spoilers if i decide to use anything from Saints Row IV.


Prologue: Beginning of the End

Natasha pushed the doors to the Channel 9 News room wide open with a resounding bang, her long raven-black hair falling loose from her ponytail and her emerald green eyes flashing with a determined glint as she gracefully swaggered in. Pierce, Angel, and Oleg quickly followed, blocking the only way in, or out, of the studio.

Natasha quickly strode over to the news castor's desk, grabbed the mike to one of the headsets and spoke. "Kinzie, you ready?" The reply was immediate, "Yeah Boss, I'm ready. You sure you want to go threw with this?" The concern was evident in the ex-agent's voice. "Shut up Kinzie and the fucking broadcasting." She quickly took her place in front of the Weatherman's camera and waited until the little light turned green.

When it turned on, Natasha waited a moment to let the people watching take in her ragged form; from her scuffed heeled boots, to her utterly destroyed funeral suit. With a look of seriousness, she went from Natasha Black to The Boss of the 3rd Street Saints.