Disclaimer: I don't own Saints Row 2 (except the game obviously) and claim no rights to it.


Prologue

"Fine Jackie, but if you get shot you can't get angry about it. Are we clear?" Johnny Gat, my brother, asked over the phone. Brushing aside my lush, black curl I stared back at the bright blue eyes in the mirror.

"Crystal clear bro. See you in Stilwater." I added before hanging up and packing more clothes for my trip. The duffel bag wasn't filled with clothes or weapons, teddy bears or pot plants from 'the land down-under' it was packed full of my gear, a couple of laptops, at least fifteen crime books and a couple of pairs of boots- I know I said no clothes but my military boots were custom and were like my babies. "Well, I feel sorry for all the rookie gangs in Stilwater." I smiled briefly at the mirror and did a quick twirl. Athletic, top score in laser tag and eighteen year's worth of arsenal experience in reality and gaming. An Einstein understanding of chemicals, military tactics and the ability to speak five different languages.