DECKER ASCENSION
Note: The story is based with The Boss having these described features:
Voice: Male 2 (Kenn Michael)
Hair Style: The Marley
Neck Tattoo: Fleur De Saints
Upper Body Clothing: High Class
Lower Body Clothing: High Class Slacks
Shoes: Male Model Shoes
Plot: Based after the fall of the of the Deckers, the leader of the group, Matt Miller has decided to call it quits in Steelport and head somewhere else, away from The Boss, away from the Third Street Saints and away from Killbane. His journey will lead him to the end of the road in the Syndicate and leave whatever else he built here, even though it was no longer under the Deckers control. First things first were to deal with the departure of Killbane. But how would the short tempered wrestler react to his teenage cyber god leaving what was left?
Chapter 1: A Heartfelt Goodbye
The leader of the Deckers stood right across the road in front of the Three Count Casino. His face held an emotion of dread written all over it. The hardest about his choice to leave the city of Steelport for good, was Killbane. Ever since the fall of Loren, the masked fighter had taken charge of the control of the Syndicate, instead of the rightful owners being Kiki and Viola replacing Mr. Loren.
"Shit, this is going to be so awkward…" Matt says before taking a long breath and then slowly walked up to where the doors were, spotting at least two Luchadores between the inside and the outside of the casino. Matt had nothing to fear from these two men, for they were also on Matt's side, but could easily be changed with the order of Killbane, if needed.
Walking into the inside of the casino, Matt noted the amount of customers inside that were playing with the betting machines, expecting to risk a bit of dough for a little bit extra, but Matt knew too well that they were just dreaming. The Three Count Casino. Looses slots in Steelport.
Though that thought of betting machines and customers wasn't why Matt had come here for. He knew that if he at least wanted the chance to escape Steelport alive, it had to be a quick meeting. 'Meet Killbane, explaining my reason for wanting to leave the Syndicate, head straight to the airport and then get out of here. Seems easy enough.'
Though it did seem easy to Matt, he still have a doubt that it would work out for him, just letting Matt go without fighting for his freedom. It seemed to… fair.
Walking past the betting machines and beyond the first floor, the Decker leader proceeded to the staircase that resided in the western side of the building, considering his actions before confronting the Luchadore leader. Since Killbane was an attack dog and Matt was a cyber-god, it was pretty clear to believe for many reasons why Killbane would win if he should go insane on Matt. Since the cyber world didn't relate to the real world, it would be useless for the scrawny Decker teen to provoke the wrestler into fighting, for it would be his ensued downfall. If the tables were turned and Killbane was to fight in the cyber world, 'The Walking Apocalypse' wouldn't even stand a chance.
Before Matt knew it, Killbane had already been right in front of him. Watching everything from above and noticed the cyber hacker walk in right from the very beginning. From the way Matt's face looked, it appeared as if he had something that needed to be said.
"Matty, welcome back." Killbane says with his voice sounding actually calm and less agitated like when he yells.
'Oh good, he's calm. It'd be best to confess my issue before he starts up again.' Matt says in his head.
"Um, Killbane. I have something I wish to say…" Matt started while stopping on a spot a few feet away from the giant body of Killbane, just out of reach of him too.
"Of course, Matty. What is it you would like to tell me?" Killbane asked.
'Oh god! I can feel it! His temper mixed with his calmness! This. Is. Terrifying!'
"I'm… afraid that after all this long work, I've decided that I should call it quits and perhaps move on." Matt shot out as hard as he could without it sounding strained on his tongue.
Killbane seemed to carry an expressionless face for a moment and perhaps a sudden shutter of anger on it too? It was always hard to tell, especially with that cursed mask on to cover most of his face, leaving the only traces of his mouth and eyes as bare skin and body parts.
"But Matty, you've been such a fine example of help in the Syndicate. Why, I couldn't've have found any better help from anyone else, aside from you." Killbane says, as if he was forcing himself to remain calm.
"Well, yes I know. But, I feel as if my time is up in the Syndicate. I do believe that you have everything covered. And I hope you gain the strength to defeat the Saints once and for all, but it's just not my fight." 'Dear god, I hope I've made the right choice! Either way, I could be dead!'
"Come with me, Matty." Killbane says positioning his huge arms towards the stairs Matt had come up from. "We shall walk together, as friends."
'Oh thank, god!' Matt said deep in his mind. This was surely an awkward situation for the Decker leader. If he didn't get things straight very soon, he would end up dead. For sure.
While heading towards the staircase that would lead them down again, Killbane broke the silence between the two of them.
"Matty, I know I've been very hard on you, but I still think we could work things of if this happens to be an issue between us two. We could settle this like men quick and easy." Killbane says expecting to persuade the Decker leader.
"No, no, it's not your fault Killbane that I've decided to take this path. But it's just that I've seen what kind of trouble the Syndicate has experienced recently, with the tragic downfall of Mr. Loren and the loss of territory the Syndicate once possessed. But I've come to realize that, there is more to live than running in an organization like ours. I feel as if it is best to let myself go while everything to still together." Matt says trying not to lose his head in his explanation.
Killbane listened closely to the Decker teen, and found it strange that he was acting more open to him than he has before. Such an act for Mr. Miller would normally be considered a suspicious act from one unsocial as himself. But the masked Luchadore just let that thought go, considering that this might be the last time he laid eyes and spoke to the Goth teen. There were many things that felt left unsaid, but not much that would be said between the two. Hackers and wrestlers are two separate types of people. Killbane and Matt might've both been running their own gangs, but they are clearly two separate people with different outlooks on life.
Down stairs where other patrons of the casino were playing a game of slots were minding their own business and didn't acknowledge the leader of the Luchadores walking past everyone. It was as if he was never there at all. Once again, Killbane had decided to destroy the awkward silence between the two again. It was an unsurprising gesture for Matt not to start it, considering his fear of Killbane and his wimpy socialization fears.
"I really wish you'd reconsider, Matty." Killbane says before watching his hands as they walked. "These hands of mine were meant to rend bone, not hunt and peck on a keyboard."
Matt shuttered on the inside as he heard Killbane used violent words to express his needs. It wasn't going to be simple to keep resisting Killbane for much longer. In hopes of escaping intact, Matt had to think of a way to sweeten the deal for Killbane.
"Well, if typing's the issue, I can recommend some good voice recognition software, I-I-I know the best-" Matt tried to explain, but Killbane had decided to stop Matt at that point.
"Shhh." Killbane started, attempting to silence the Decker leader. "You stuck with me when I rose from Phillipe's ashes like a phoenix. You and me, we've bonded."
'Is he… having a heart to heart with me?' Matt questioned deeply, still attempting to predict what Killbane's next actions would be.
"That's lovely, but I feel it's time for me to move on. To be honest, I'm a little scared of… well… dying." Matt confesses as easily as he could. Admitting to fear wasn't what he wanted to do, especially in front of the Walking Apocalypse.
Killbane sighed after Matt had stated his confession to the huge brute of a man, knowing that the honesty of the hacker was an appreciative thing for him, especially with Killbane beating Matt with a folding chair not too long ago.
"I do run a demanding workplace. Matty, I appreciate how you've shared your concerns." Killbane started and put his large right arm around the teen hacker with a sign of respect. "I mean, the way Viola and Kiki handled their… departures just makes me wanna kill someone, ya know?" It was at this point that Matt knew he was in danger of losing his head, for real this time since Killbane was literally drawing pressure from his arm and pulling it around Matt's neck into his suit covering his body.
Matt quickly used his small stature and quickly thinking to break out of the hold Killbane had of him and moved further away towards the exit of the casino by only a few feet. This kind of situation was getting either more or less intense for the hacker at this point.
"Oh, absolutely!" Matt says speaking up loud, expecting to make at least a few people perk up with the sudden jump of the volume in his voice. "Well, I've got a flight to catch, so-"
"Matty." Killbane says in a deepened threat sounding voice. The Decker cyber god stopped dead in his like a statue.
"Oh god!" Matt said panicked yet quietly with a whisper. This didn't sound that good. What did Killbane have to say?
"Feel free to list me as a reference, anytime." Killbane said finishing his sentence.
Matt stood there with an unexpected look on his face. He didn't expect the masked Luchadore leader to act as generous as he was now. Perhaps Killbane did think of the scrawny Decker as a true friend and not as an acquaintance for the Syndicate.
Matt gives a sign of understanding and then proceeded to exit the Three Count and head to his vehicle outside of the Casino, feeling the burning eyes of Killbane behind his back. Boy did it make Matt feel unnerved. Like a sniper watching his back.
Outside of the casino, Matt stopped at one of the walls next to the doors where the Luchadores stood and leans against it. He drew a deep breath of relief that the result wasn't as bad as he would've expected it to end. But now, it seemed too good to be true that he wasn't staring into the fist of Killbane right now, or the barrel of a gun from a Luchadore soldier.
But the realization had just hit the Decker leader: He was all alone. Each and every Decker had either been killed or was on the run, escaping or escaped Steelport, avoiding the threat of the Saints. It was a risky thing for the Deckers to remain in Steelport, since their turf was now owned by the Saints. Every business, every building, every base had been taken from Matt Miller and given to the butcher of Stilwater. Matt knew of The Boss' real name, just like the ex-FBI agent Kinzie Kensington does, but decided to never refer to him by that title, since Matt couldn't care less for the Saint. He was a brutal man known to be a true danger on the street, clued to that if you were to actually live when walking by The Boss.
Matt knew that he was currently living on borrowed time and that the Saints wouldn't let him stay in his turf much longer. Due to the well-known defeat of Matt Miller in his cyber world, the Saints knew that he didn't have any strong turns to go to, and that Killbane would definitely not be enough to stop The Boss. It was either 'stay and be killed' or 'flee and live'. The optional choice weren't a hard thing to debate about. At least Matt knew what should be the choice for himself. His departure would be very soon. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and looked at the time. 7:00PM.
His flight departure was due at 9:30PM. That gave him at least two and a half hours of free time before it would leave. Despite Miller's full control of the flight, the area it was in currently wasn't held for Matt for unlimited amount of time, and main problem was that the Saints had the full control of the airport, being that it was in old Morningstar turf that now sprouted with Saints, after Kiki was killed and Viola became a Saint. It had no leaders left to take charge. Not even Killbane could keep them together for long.
Matt looked towards the other side of the street and found his ride sitting in the parking space, secure from Steelport's 'wildlife'. Its windows strengthened so that regular carjackers (not mentioning The Boss) would have a problem. Matt's vehicle appeared to be a heavily modified Attrazione with darkened blue paint, neon blue edges on the exterior and tire edges. It had dark blue tinted windows and a Decker symbol on the roof.
Matt sighed hard once again and went for the vehicle of his. It was going to be some trip to the airport. His flight didn't leave for a few hours and he needed to waste the current time he had left on something else. Whatever it was that he would do, it would most likely mean the last time Matt would ever step foot in the city of Steelport.
Matt carefully walked across the road and avoids the certain traffic that went by just about all the time. Once across the road, Matt was about to open his car after he had unlocked it, but then a thought had hit him.
'I'm still alive. I can't believe it. That Saint let me live.' Matt then suddenly let that thought slip and then realized where he was. Between his car and the cars that went by on the busy road. It was unsafe for the hack to get lost in thought right next to the road.
Matt suddenly opened the door to the opening of the car and it pulled up and forward. Matt then settled inside the car and pulled his feet in securely, knowing that it would be a long ride and that comfort would assist the hacker better. The door had closed by reversing its movements and made the outside sounds quieter. It helped Matt a bit, since society was something he didn't appreciate much and spent most of his life with technology.
Matt once again stopped everything and looked down to his shoes, thinking about his life leading up to this point. This was it for the life in Steelport, the technology he gathered here and his title as the most successful cyber hacker… or at least the second most successful cyber hacker. He didn't want to admit that Kinzie was superior to him in it now. It was humiliating for him to accept that as the fact. And facts are facts.
"I guess this is it. Everything I worked for turned into my downfall." Matt says aloud to himself. Were he not so anti-social, he would've considered himself weird for speaking to himself.
Matt stopped thinking about his life once again and started his Attrazione's engine. Knowing that it worked meant that he would have some time before his plane left. Maybe he could do something to pass the time.
The Goth cyberpunk looked at the Three Count one final time and saw Killbane now standing out the front of the casino, watching Matt with intense eyes and sending him hand signs indicating that Matt was always welcome. Matt both appeared to be privileged and fearful for what that meant and just nodded back. The moment seemed to last forever, but was quickly cut short when Matt realized what he was doing and returned to looking forward where the curve to turn away from the casino was and put the car in drive. Once it started to move, he focused on the task at hand to keep going.
Once Matt had driven around the corner, he started to think again. This time it was mainly about the Syndicate, Loren, Viola, Kiki… Killbane. They had worked side by side with Matt for five years together and while the relationships with each other were never improved or they didn't pay attention together, there seemed to have been an invisible bond between the five that couldn't be disproven. It was all a silent bond that couldn't be mentioned by any of them. It was something that Matt couldn't even describe himself. One thing that he couldn't easily mention.
He would miss Killbane.
Matt looked back to his mobile device and saw the time once again. 7:05PM. Time was going to be a hard thing to use up. Considering the size of Steelport, it was considerable to actually explore the areas that he would normally go through. He was going to take a drive back into his old turf where the Deckers once resided around. His first course of action: To head to Ashwood and see what was good at 'Nobody Loves Me'. He would hope to see that he could do a little bit shopping before he left the city. Steelport had lots to offer one person, if you are looking in the right places.
7:15PM:
Matt's Attrazione arrived at the store. He had parked across the street, expecting to see the store in the same condition he saw like always. The Decker leader looked around the outside of the store, almost expecting to see his cyber hacking crew standing around it, guarding it from anyone causing trouble. But only saw the soldiers in purple, the Saints guarding the outside. At least three to count up to.
"Well, shit…" Matt says, not expecting to encounter Saints at this store. He remembered how he used to go here with his gang, buying what they wore today. Since Nobody Loves Me was in now owned Saint turf, it was clued that the store might have been taken over by the latter between Decker or Saint.
"Well, I didn't come here for nothing." Matt spoke up again before exiting his Attrazione again. Leaving the vehicle seemed to make Matt feel a shift of doubt when he was out in public. His insider personality made living among people seem like the hell he didn't wish to experience. This was not an optional choice anymore. He lost the choice of being in the cyber world when The Boss had beaten him with his own game, thanks to Kinzie's knowledge.
Matt walked across the street while no traffic was coming or going from both sides. It was safely assured that Matt knew the rules of the road and also how to avoid certain situations from 'aggressive drivers' when they were starting their rubbish.
When the Goth had made it to the other side, the Saints all around the building gave Miller a dirty look, as if implying 'Are you serious?'. While it made Matt feel vulnerable, it wasn't something he could blame them for. He should've considered removing his Decker outfit before stumbling for the clothing store. Too late now of course.
Matt quietly gulped to this situation, but didn't stop striding forward. He wasn't going to let the Saints stop him from shopping, even though he was afraid of this situation.
Once Matt had gone through the doors, he let out a sigh and drained the awkwardness from his body. What he didn't understand though was why the Saints let him enter without so much as a remark. It was pretty clear that the Saints knew of Matt Miller's appearance and his reputation in the Syndicate. What was to stop them from putting a bullet into his teen head?
While observing the stock of cloths and essentials the place had to offer, the thought of weapons made him think of a realization he didn't expect to forget. The Decker leader wasn't armed. What sort of leader didn't carry a gun in Steelport? Killbane was the exception of that, due to his reputation that kept getting more famous each day until Murderbrawl XXXI would kick in. The event Matt would never get to watch in person.
Matt quickly walked up to the store clerk and noted the worker to be of Gothic appearance. The fact that the Goth was working there wasn't a big surprise. He looked uninterested in anything at all and looked unafraid of death or otherwise. However, a spark of interest reflected upon the worker when he looked at Matt for a second. It was as if he didn't expect him. But then again, who would expect the leader of an enemy gang to just stumble into a different gang's turf? Maybe The Boss, but Miller was no accepting for that.
"I'm surprised you've decided to show your face here, Matt. Shouldn't you be hiding behind Killbane or escaping into your virtual world?" He asked, carrying a British voice. He could've been confused for a Decker with the tone he had.
Matt quickly answered the worker without hesitation. "I'm not staying in Steelport for long, so I need you to do what I say before I leave." Matt says to the worker. "Dom, this might be the last time you and I meet. I just hope we can depart on… friendly terms."
"I'm just saying, Matt." Dom says. "I can see that your gang has had a run in with an unfortunate turn of events. Sorry to hear, mate."
"Well, we'll see what happens. Once I leave Steelport, there is no turning back." Matt says. "I just don't know where we should head though."
"Maybe you should return back home." Dom says.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because, MI-6 attempted to attack the Syndicate not too long ago. They are part of the British Empire and they would easily find me back there, especially with the lessened support I currently hold." Matt explained.
"That's tough, mate." Dom says. "I assume you want the special merchandise that you ordered a while back?"
"That is one of the reasons I am here." Matt says while looking back to the front door of the store, seeing whether the Saints outside were watching him. Surprisingly not.
"Come with me out back." Dom says while walking to the back room. Matt followed easily, expecting to see what he had ordered.
While looking out back, Dom had taken Matt to a place where crates of clothes were located, Dom looked around for the specific box that Matt had his supplies in. There was a considerable amount back there and it took a while to find the right crate. Finally, Dom and discovered the one that he was looking hard for: M. Miller.
Dom dragged the crate out of the pile and stopped when leaving it on the floor. He grabbed the edge of the cover and took it off easily. Once it was off, the cover was thrown away to the other side of the room, abandoned.
Matt's eyes shinned as if he was looking at true beauty. There were five copies of his current uniform layered on the inside. Each outfit shining and smelling new as if just made and washed.
"Dom. They're perfect." Matt says.
"Of course, mate. You got them here." Dom says sounding as if he was making a joke, though remained pretty serious.
Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out a large amount of notes. It was the money that he needed to pay to receive the new outfits that he had requested. "Here, Dom. This is the money for the outfits." Matt says handing the worker the money for the uniforms.
Surprisingly, Dom had declined the cash he was expected to receive the full purchase. Matt was surprised too and didn't understand this generosity. "Dom, what's wrong?"
"Matt, I think you should be cool not paying, mate." Dom says, while holding a serious and sorry frown.
"Dom, are you serious?" Matt questioned.
"Mate, you and I have been friends for a long time. I wouldn't offer you this deal if you were anyone else." Dom says. "The loss of your position in the Syndicate and Deckers in Steelport means you have a dangerous life to live. Considering the prices of these outfits, it would be cruel to just take your money. So please, take the clothes and take care of yourself."
"D-Dom?" Matt questioned while almost going completely emotional. "I dunno what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, mate. We're mates and we stick together, no matter how far we may be." Dom says.
"Thanks, mate." Matt says. He looked back out to the store and thought about the Saints outside once again. "I'm sorry, but I think I have to go, Dom."
"I understand, mate." Dom says. "The Saints wouldn't like you to be hanging around for much longer, and neither would I."
"What?" Matt asked about the last comment.
"Because I don't want to see my friends end up dead by the Saints." Dom says.
"Respect, mate." Matt says.
Where ever you go Matt, I hope it's somewhere where you can be safe, bud." Dom says.
"Me too." Matt says before picking up the clothes of his and held them on his left shoulder. The two shake hands when Matt gets back up. "Farewell, Dom. You are the closest mate I've ever had."
"You too, Matt." Dom says.
The two people then walked back to the front of the store, leaving the crate behind where it sat. When the two made it to the front, the two had departed ways and with Matt leaving, possibly seeing his friend for the last time.
When Matt had reached the outside world, he felt somewhat more supported. Like the meeting with Dom made him feel more comfort instead of feeling alone. There was a clarity feeling going through himself, now that he was assisted by his friend for the outfits he had gotten for free.
Matt was then proceeding to head across the street, until…
"Hey, Miller!"
"Oh god!" Matt says with a shriek, but it was quiet. Like when he had freaked out when Killbane had called him 'Matty'.
When Matt turned around, a female of the Saints was walking up to him. She had big breasts and wore tight pants. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, which appeared on the regular female Saint.
It took all of Matt's strength to not look at her chest. No matter how into technology the hacker was, he would always carry that urge for hot chick, even if it is a Saint.
"Y-y-yes?" Matt asked attempting to not stutter in response, yet failing at the attempt.
"I don't like it, but The Boss has ordered us to not fire on you when we see you, so you're lucky kid." The female Saint said with disgust.
"W-what?" Matt questioned. "Why would he do such a thing?"
"Don't ask me. It was The Boss who said to cease fire on you and that was it. We already know about your defeat. I only wonder why we're still being told to not hurt you. But whatever The Boss says, we have to follow."
"You mean, I'm… I'm not in danger?" Matt says.
"You still have to leave Steelport." The female Saint says. "Do you hear me?"
"Y-yes. Of course!" Matt says before heading back to his Attrazione. The female Saint just watched along with her friends as the Decker leader went away from them as fast as he could, not wanting to start up any more trouble than he wished for.
Matt quickly entered his vehicle and sped away from Nobody Loves Me, with the Saints outside watching the smoke of Matt's tires spread around the spot.
7:20PM:
Matt was driving up the hill where his base of operations was at the power plant of Steelport. He wanted to see how everything was there. Last time he was around the area, he knew of the factory buildings in the area in the regular condition when he owned the area. But he really wanted to know what it was like up there, now that the Saints owned it.
When Matt had gotten up the hill, he was shocked by the sight he was given. The old Decker base that the Saints controlled was completely destroyed. Vanished from existence and replaced with a weird purple building that sat in its original spot. This sight sickened the hacker to death. While he did expect a few changes to be made to the place, he didn't expect this to be the outcome. A tacky purple building with grass fields around it. Saints Of All Saints statues flooded the front with welcoming signs for the Saints to see. This sight sickened the hacker even more and he couldn't stand the look of this situation. Everything here was gone, and he couldn't get anything. He knew that he should leave the new Saints turf while he could, for he didn't appreciate the situation presented here. The Saints ruined the Decker reputation of his.
8:00PM:
Matt had decided to head to the weapons purveyor called 'Friendly Fire' in Rosen Oaks to buy some weapons. He made sure to keep his Attrazione locked safely and went to the store across the street away from the vehicle. To no surprise, there were a few Saints guarding the store from any appending attacks that could either be done by cops or Luchadore alike. Matt couldn't see the Luchadores heading all the way here just to attack it. It was on the other side of Steelport and it wouldn't be worth the hassle. Other than that, looters and random criminals were also something to avoid, so security was always a good defense for stores. Especially with Saints as bodyguards.
While walking for the entry, the two Saints at the front gave Matt funny looks; as if they knew he was up to something suspicious. Miller's reputation as a high member of the Syndicate spread very fast in the Saints, and every member knew of him just by pictures Kinzie shown them. Plus wearing Decker blue with the logo was like finding the Decker in a group of Morningstar soldiers.
Matt awkwardly walked past the Saints and pushed the door to the inside of Friendly Fire. He was glad to find the store still open, because then he would've been forced to leave the city without any means of support on himself, in case someone is willing to pick a fight with him while he was exposed. Surprisingly the Saints didn't stop the Decker from entering the building.
When Matt looked around at the weapons, he decided to see what he would want and buy some upgrades with them. Normally upgrades weren't needed, but the Decker needed to best weapons with the best attachments.
The store clerk was a female with a hoodie over her head, only revealing her face and no hair hanging out from the top or the sides. It was hard to tell whether or not she was bold. She just stared at Matt for a long moment, which made the Goth turn away awkwardly. He never liked making eye contact with people he didn't know.
As Matt stumbled around the store's walls, he turned towards the submachine guns that were placed in a line. There wasn't much to offer besides the basic models like the TEK Z-10 and the D4TH Blossom. The frown on Matt's face indicated that he was expecting something newer to have come in.
Matt then looked at the pistols in stock. The range there wasn't any newer than what the submachine guns had to offer. In fact, the submachine guns were newer than the pistols here. Only the 45 Shepherd and the KA-1 Kobra were in display here.
Matt didn't even bother to look at the rifles or the shotguns. All he wanted was some basic weapons that were small enough to carry around without sticking out too much. Where ever he went next, he might be forced to obey some rules before doing anything.
"Miss, I would like to purchase two 45 Shepherds and two D4TH Blossoms." Matt announced out loud to the woman.
The clerk gave Matt a few weird looks. Apparently he was a Decker, but he was clearly underage. Roughly around sixteen years old. The woman thought Matt was using a fake ID. Of course she caught on to that, but didn't stop him from buying the weapons. She appeared to have wanted more money anyway, because her looks shown that she was happy enough to sell the weapons to Matt.
"Of course…" The woman started before getting a hold of Matt's ID. "Mister Miller."
Soon, the transaction was made and Matt was leaving with four new weapons and a slightly less amount of cash left. Despite his defenseless situation, he was actually somewhat still full of money. The weapons he had purchased were only covering a small fraction of the full amount he had. This also included the upgrades that he had gotten for the weapons.
He went back to his ride and put the weapons in the passenger seat since he didn't have many other places to put them. The Attrazione only had two seats all up. Surprisingly the Saints didn't put up much of a fuss with Matt buying guns, considering how he was the enemy of them when the Deckers weren't disbanded from Steelport. Perhaps it was because that the Saints were also armed with guns that they didn't bother stepping in to stop Matt from completing what he was doing.
Matt then proceeded to head to the airport, knowing that anything to do in Steelport would just be a waste of time for him. He didn't like being watched everywhere he went by Third Street. The burning eyes were just going to ruin anything fun he did.
8:20PM:
Matt had arrived at the airport and proceeded down to the area where his plane was located. It was around a runway that went along a large path he was going to take when leaving. As expected when he arrived, he discovered his plane sitting where it should be. It was the same type of model that was used for when the Syndicate was transporting their cargo or when the Saints were being sent to Steelport by Loren. This plane however wasn't painted with the colors of Morningstar red or Luchadore green. It was just a neon blue texture on the inside and welcomed mostly Decker related individuals. On the tail of the aircraft, a Decker logo situated on it from both sides. Due to the Deckers being on the run, it was assumed that not one foot soldier would meet him here.
As soon as the Attrazione had arrived at the plane, Matt had driven it up the back of the loading ramp and parked it behind some crates that were tied down. When Matt had exited the vehicle, he had quickly begun to attach the metal chains on the ground to the vehicle so he could avoid making the car get into a disaster inside of the aircraft. Once secure, Matt looked back outside of the plane for a moment and then walked out onto the ramp. He stared out to where downtown Loren Square would've been located. The Goth sat on the spot he was standing, feeling the cold metal merge with his warmth and making him contract the coldness the metal had.
Matt thought he was alone and that no one would be bothering him. Since it was so quiet and all that could be heard was other planes in the distance, the wind blowing in his face and the sound of an alarm around downtown some place. That alarm always seemed to go off.
Suddenly the Decker leader found himself pressed against the ground of the airport. He didn't know what just happened. First he was sitting on the boarding ramp to the plane, and now he was on the ground, as if he was teleported from the jet. But then he realized…
"Oh, of course…" Matt says while looking up from where he lays. He sees someone on top of him and they put their right hand on the Decker leader's face.
"Oh Matty, where have you been?" A soft female voice asked while rubbing her right hand on Matt's left temple.
"I'm… sorry, babe." Matt replies while somewhat getting soothed by her touch. "I've… just done a bit of shopping." Matt says while losing all worry in the world. The only negative feeling he had was that he wasn't thinking about his girlfriend while he was out meeting with Killbane, going to Nobody Loves Me and heading to Friendly Fire. He felt guilty about it.
"Well, I'm glad you've had your fun." She says while continuously rubbing Matt's head. She noticed the sudden change in Matt's emotions when he had seen her. It's as if he hadn't seen a friend in a long time.
Matt's girlfriend was also of British descent. Yet interesting enough, see seemed to carry half an American accent in her voice too, which Matt enjoyed hearing. She was dressed like a Decker Specialist and looked more prepared for battle than the standard Decker Specialist looked. She appeared to be carrying dual-Shock Hammers on straps between each side on her dress and they appeared more advanced than the normal kind. However they looked as if they were at least a quarter the size of a regular one that normal Specialists carry.
After a few long moments of the same pampering, Matt's girlfriend stopped her hand softly and decided to ask what happened. "Matty?"
"Y-yes gorgeous?" Matt replies relaxed.
"What happened?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Matt questioned softly with his eyes closed, shutting the rest of the outside world out.
"You used to act like such an arrogant dick." She says and Matt opened his eyes quickly. "Now you seem to be more of a deep thinker than a cyber-hacker. Well, mate?"
Matt sighed with a hard breath and once again left his comfort zone. He didn't expect this to be brought up so soon. But at least he could share it with someone he loved instead of those pointless people who just listen without caring.
"Everything seems so bloody fragile now, babe." Matt says sadly. "First I was on top of the world, a mastermind of computers and considered a threatening person who could cause more harm to people just by hacking. Then two people come along and take all of that away from me so easily, using my own methods and a butcher's muscle. I thought I could beat that Saint and agent Kensington. But they had beaten me, at my own game." Matt then turned his head to his side, accepting the inevitable defeat he hadn't been waiting for. "They won, I've lost."
Matt's girlfriend just stared at the saddened Decker leader. Broken from his lost, he seemed to have changed more on the inside than she had thought. This was a sad sight for her to see. She couldn't stand seeing Matt like this, and she couldn't stand leaving him either.
"Are you dead, Matt?"
"What?"
"Are you dead?"
Matt just started back into his girl's eyes, seeing her seriousness stare deep into his and heading towards his heart. Matt saw the eyes of his girl shined dark ocean blue within the shadow of the moon. Never had he even realized how beautiful they were to him. He just couldn't stop looking. He could've gotten lost in them for hours on end.
"Matt?"
"Sorry, I… just got lost for a moment." Matt says almost shyly.
"Now, are you dead?" His girlfriend asked him again.
"N-no, I don't think so?" Matt replied confused about her questions.
"Then that means you haven't lost." Matt's girlfriend concluded.
"How? I've lost all the things that have made my life have any meaning. I haven't got anything to live for without my career!" Matt shouts.
Matt's girlfriend looked at him some hurt. His words weren't expressed right and made her feel used. Matt realized what he said and did his best to take back what he said, for he didn't want to hurt her at all, despite his original arrogant attitude.
"Baby, I didn't mean to say it like that. I…" Matt started, but got cut off by her.
"No, it's fine, Matt." The female Specialist says. "I know what it is like to have lost everything and not have anywhere to turn to." She then proceeded to get off of Matt and then carefully walk a bit further away from him. Due to the rollerblades attached to her shoes, it made it hard to move without falling or triggering the speed for them. She could've switched them off but didn't bother to. Matt got up after her and looked at her back as she looked at Steelport's night life.
She gave a sad smile while staring in the city's direction. Matt couldn't see it, but he could feel her facial emotions. She clearly felt a war inside herself that made her feel this way.
"I remember when I was just a little girl, I had a family. A loving mother and loving father. We had been heading between America and Britain a lot since I had been born. My parents had many worldwide business partners, but mostly dealt with the ones in America. I have been acquainted with both accents from both countries and never found it annoying. I loved going to America lots, and it was the most fun I had when my father went on business trips. He would always finishing an investment deal and crack open another one. He was sure a busy man, my father." The Specialist says. "On the final trip to meet with my father's next employer, he had stopped into Steelport and made a lot of money. But it was all worth nothing in the end."
"Baby, what happened?" Matt asked while approaching slowly and getting more interested in her personal life.
Matt's girlfriend turned around slowly and put her hands on her boyfriend's shoulders. She wanted his full attention into this. This moment felt right for her. "He and my mother were both killed during a drive-by from some bank robbers who had escaped from the cops. My father's reputation was well known and these people were greedy sons-of-bitches. They had decided to shoot my parents when I was only five. And I had witnessed it."
"What… happened?" Matt dared to ask. "Like how did it go in during the process… if it's okay to ask?"
She remained silent and didn't reply. It was hard to tell the initial details to Matt when she was trying to gather a hard moment of her life that was hard to wish memories for.
"Please, baby? Please, Kristen?" Matt pleaded to his girlfriend while softly grabbing her leather covered arms. He wanted to give her support, even if it was a tragic moment he was attempting to fill from over a decade ago.
Matt's girlfriend named Kristen sadly smiled. While this was a hard piece of information that she was about to gather for him, she was glad that her man was actually going to listen to her instead of bragging about being a successful hacker.
"They had decided to shoot my parents when they went past…" Matt's girl had started.
Kristen's Past: (11 Years Ago)
Five year old Kristen was with her brother and her parents on a street corner in Henry Still Mills. It was near the Rim Jobs located around the south-west of that island block. It was 6:00PM and it was close to dark. Kristen was holding onto her mother's hand. The family of three had just left a meeting with a great amount of fortune from this investment they've made. It really was worth the travel at times like this. The best part was the down payment they got.
"Oh dear, I'm so glad you've made this deal! You've made your family proud!" Kristen's mother exclaimed excited about the good news that the investment had brought the family.
"If it weren't for you two dear, I wouldn't be the investor I am today." Kristen's father says.
Both parents were going in for a kiss from one another when suddenly a white Compensator suddenly screeched its tires while turning to the corner. Apparently it had received some damage, because the front of the truck was totaled and the windows were shattered.
One guy looked out of the window and saw the happy family looking at them. The guy had a red mask on and looked pretty buff, just by looking at his upper arm that poked out of the window. He seemed rather interested in Kristen's father for some reason and then spoke with the passenger of the vehicle. He appeared to be approving of whatever the suggestions was that they were speaking about. The passenger then suddenly stretched out of the window with something noticeable in his right hand and aimed at Kristen's father. It was a T3K Urban!
Kristen's father appeared to be paying attention to the vehicle but not the weapon being aimed at him. His wife did however and got in front of him to protect him from the hail of bullets that would rain down on them soon.
"Jim, watch out!" Kristen's mother shouted while popping in front of her clueless husband and losing the grip on Kristen's little hand.
The T3K Urban then fired and rained its bullets at the family. It was only aimed for Kristen's father and the bullets rained inside of his wife's back.
"Judy!" Jim cried as he saw his wife in complete agony.
"Mum!" Kristen cried out loud before her mother died in Jim's arms.
The compensator wasn't done yet. It had reached the end of the street and then did a U turn quickly to go in for the second kill. Jim watched the truck coming and for him this time and he looked at his daughter who appeared to be freaking out at the sight.
The one thought on Jim's mind right now was that he had just lost his wife because she was protecting him, and he wasn't about to let these thugs kill his daughter too.
"Kristen, run, now!" Jim shouted to his daughter.
"Dad!" Kristen shouted back in fear.
"I said run! Do it!" Jim shouts while looking at his daughter with tearing eyes. He quickly looked back at the truck and noticed how close it was to getting him. The T3K Urban aimed at him and only a small inch from finishing the father of Kristen, and making her an orphan. Jim looked back to his daughter and shouted again. "RUN!"
Suddenly Kristen had started to move fast into the alleyway just behind her and went around the corner. Even though her father had told her to run, she didn't want to leave him behind. She had stopped where the corner was and looked around the edge of it. She saw her father sit there with her deceased mother in his arms. Jim was sure that this was the end of the road for him. His last breath would be filled with his last words and nothing but a whisper for the wind.
"I love you, my daughter Kristen…"
T3K Urban shots sprayed at the chest of Jim and he sat there for a least two second before his body dropped and simply went limp, leaving Kristen the simple orphan she had become only seconds ago.
"DAD!" Kristen yelled panicked by the sight she saw. As if it wasn't terrifying enough to see her parents killed, she was about to be freaked out worse, because she had approached the dead bodies of her parents without even realizing what she had done.
Kristen fell to her knees between both her parents. First she looked at her father with the smallest bit of hope that he could've still been alive. Considering the amount of shells that had impacted his chest, it was certain that he was long gone into the heavens. Leaving his beautiful daughter as well as his wife.
The compensator than screeched to a stop right in front of Kristen and the passenger came out, as well as the driver who was on the other side.
"Well look what we have here." The driver says. "The kid's still alive."
"And her parents are dead. Which means she is all alone." Passenger of the truck says, mocking Kristen.
The daughter of the dead couple then jumped up and started hitting the passenger who wore a black mask. His expression his face was with an evil grin. He just picked up the girl by her shirt and brought her up to his face.
"Does this little girl miss her parents? You want your mommy?" He mocked her.
"I hate you!" Kristen shouted while trying to kick the thug with her feet attempting to hit his chest. She got him hard with one kick in the chest bone and he felt the pain hard. For that move Kristen pulled on him, he forced her onto the ground and smacked her left cheek, leaving a big red mark on it. Kristen stopped in her tracks to attack the enemies bravely and lies on the ground, sobbing quietly. She couldn't do anything to stop these crooks.
"Hey, forget about her. I found his cash, and it looks like we'll be making it back home with enough fortune to cover anything." The red masked driver or the truck says.
"About time. I'm getting sick of robbing banks when we could've found this guy and killed him for the money he had." The black masked robber says.
"C'mon. Let's head back home. I think it's time we got some well-deserved R&R." The red masked crook suggested.
"Agreed. This little bitch isn't of any concern for us anyway." The black masked robber says. "She isn't my brat."
"See ya, girly!" The red masked driver says before both goons left.
Hours later S.P.D (Steelport Police Department) arrived with two cars and one ambulance. Kristen was very upset that the emergency forces here weren't reliable enough to come at an early time. Hours was just plain bullshit, especially in a city full of suffering like Steelport.
"Oh my god, Kristen!" Matt says while coming closer to her and drawing her into a strong hug. "I had no idea! I'm… I'm… I'm so sorry for your loss!"
"Yeah, well sadly it got much worse as the years went by." Kristen says before explaining the next piece of her life.
When Kristen went to her parents graves, she saw the carved words written on the stones.
Judy Morningstar
Loving wife and loving mother
Born: June 22, 1985
Died: September 18, 2003
Rest in Peace
Jim Owens
Loving husband and loving father
Born: February 31, 1986
Died: September 18, 2003
Rest in Peace
On the ground, little Kristen read the stones with an emotionless face. She was sitting between two recently buried holes that held her mother's and father's shells. What happened in Steelport would scar her for life. She slowly got up off of the dirt and let the tears come out. She didn't care if anyone told her to stop. She wouldn't stop it. Her parents were dead, and the killers were still on the loose. Life had become a living hell for her at such an early age.
End Of Kristen's Past:
So you can see now, Matt." Kristen says with a whisper. "There are a lot worse cases that equal to having nothing instead of just losing a gang. What's even worse is when your only relatives are killed in front of you. Do you know what it's like to lose family, Matt?"
"No, but I… I didn't know your mother had Morningstar as her last name. It's like saying the Syndicate's Morningstar was based off your mother's last name." Matt says.
Kristen looked down to the gravel and says. "It was. Because my father's last business trip was one that worked with Mister Loren."
"Oh… I didn't know. Truly." Matt says.
"Kristen…" Matt starts. He bites his libs in awkwardness. He didn't expect his girlfriend to have such a darkened past. It was now clear that she carried the burden of pain on her shoulders and her back, making it awkward to lose the cuffs of suffering. It was a good thing Matt didn't actually probe his girlfriend's profile, or she would've found it very offensive.
"Thank you, Matt." Kristen says.
"What?" Matt questioned confused. "What did I do?"
"Don't you remember?" Kristen asked, keeping her voice down. "You saved me from that Saint who leads his gang. If it wasn't for you, I would've died at Planet Saints when he was searching for me in Salander."
Matt visions what he did in his head. Saving his girlfriend from falling into The Boss' hands and killing her.
Three Weeks Ago Planet Saints (Salander):
The leader of the Third Street Saints walked up to the front doors of the Planet Saints in Slander, with his 45 Shepherd in hand. His goal was to assassinate the Decker Specialist known as Kristen. Kinzie had requested that The Boss would kill her to avoid tampering with the Saints she had secured locations on. The Boss had assumed that like the other people he had killed, that this would be a cinch to handle.
The Boss took out a grenade from his pocket on the black high class coat with a white shirt underneath and a purple tie. His goal was simple: Enter Planet Saints, throw the grenade inside and make Kristen reveal herself, then kill her like he did with all the other Deckers he dared to challenge.
The Boss pushed into through the doors of the clothing shop and threw the explosive across the room after ripping off the pin with force and sent it behind a pillar. A few customers inside spotted the grenade land near their feet, but couldn't escape the blast radius when it went off, never mind their reaction timing.
The grenade had caused a large shockwave inside the store, killing the customers and lone worker that worked behind the counter. The Boss had killed everyone inside and caused a considerable amount of damage to the store. It didn't matter if it was almost destroyed. The Saints had more properties on many other corners in Steelport that generated around the same amount of cash.
In the distance, Kristen was working in an alleyway spying on Saints that were in the area. She found some more info gathering up from those local Saints and tasted success. Suddenly, the headphones she wore had begun making screeching sounds.
"Argh!" Kristen shouted while ripping off the wining pair of headphones off her head and covering her exposed ears that still remained covered by her black and blue hair. "What the fuck just happened?!"
Kristen then looked at the camera she had setup at Planet Saints and noticed the explosion that had shaken up the store, destroying the entire store and its merchandise along with it.
"What the fuck?" Kristen questioned confused about the whole instance. The store appeared to have been attacked, but was it a rocket explosive that set it off, or was it a bombing attack?
Suddenly, The Boss appeared out of the gap that focused at the doors to the building. He had his 45 Shepherd in his right hand and waved it around as he scanned the area with his eyes.
"Where is this bitch?" The Boss said out loud on the camera while he continued to search the store.
"Oh that's it! I'm not going to let this wanker's mouth run!" Kristen said out loud and proceeded to head to the store just a block away from her location. She took her twin Shock Hammers from her skirt's straps and proceeded to retract them out, getting ready for battle.
As Kristen runs out of the alleyway with her rollerblades beginning to activate, she sees Planet Saints off in the distance, with its store lights off, assuming that The Boss had done some internal damage to the store to bring the damage as well.
"Kristen!" A voice called to her. It was on her head set that remained dangled from her back. She knew the voice clearly and put her headset back on.
"What is it, Matty?" Kristen questioned annoyed. "I'm busy."
"Don't act all bossy to me!" Matt hissed on the other side before explaining the situation. "Now, I've also noticed the attack on that noob store known as Planet Saints. I've noticed the attack on the traffic cameras and saw that the leader of the Saints has attempted to lure you out. If you head there, he'll kill you."
"I'm tougher than you think Matt." Kristen argued back to her boyfriend.
"Are you even listening to me? That Saint had a big record for killing people in Stilwater and now in Steelport. If you dare go in there, you'll die." Matt explained.
"I have the best weapons. He won't stop me, Matt."
"Don't be a fucking idiot, Kristen!" Matt snapped once again. "Now, I've sent your decoy to head over to Planet Saints. Don't you dare try to interfere with the fight, because this'll be a lesion that you'll need to learn."
Kristen didn't reply to Matt, but did feel very hurt. A lot of hurt to add up. Matt was putting heavy pressure on her and it made her feel useless. She wanted to do something to stop Matt's mouth from running, but she couldn't. She loved Matt for him, and even if he was going to act like a complete douchebag to her, she would adapt to his ways.
In the alleyway, Kristen poked her head around the corner and spotted the decoy of hers approaching Planet Saints with an escort of two Decker foot soldiers following along in her tracks. To Kristen, it seemed like The Boss was outnumbered by the group. He didn't have any special talents to share out, aside the countless times he had been in positions of death, which he avoided. All those stories made Kristen fear him at times, and this was the part where she would see where the truth lies.
The Boss exited the store and looked to the right. He saw the Decker Specialist approaching him with a group of two Decker foot soldiers assisting her.
"So, you must be that 'butcher of Stilwater' I've heard so much about." The Specialist says.
"And you must be that bitch, Kristen." The Boss says.
Kristen had still got her bug in Planet Saints working and heard The Boss call her a bitch. She cringed at that and wanted to hit him. Or slap him in the face at least.
"Perhaps…" The Specialist says. "Now. Are you ready to die with some dignity, Saint?"
"And are you ready to run back home to your fuckin' leader, bitch?" The Boss now asked.
"Charming." The Specialist says right before speeding at The Boss with her big Shock Hammer in her hands and lunched it towards where he stood. She had swung it fast and effectively to make it look threatening, but missed as he flipped away from the woman and went for cover behind a random car.
The two Decker soldiers fired their guns at The Boss while he hid behind the cover he had. It wasn't effective enough for The Boss, because the vehicle was an Emu. It wasn't good for cover and leader of the Saints didn't fancy this type of car. He overlooked the two neo blue colored Deckers and saw their weapons. One had a K-8 Krukov and the other one had a TEK-Z 10.
The Specialist had suddenly jumped up on the car's front and charged for The Boss in cover. Caught slightly off guard, The Boss let out a curse at her brave yet risky counter attack at the Saint leader. "Oh shit!"
The Shock Hammer slammed the ground and The Boss went flying at least five feet away from where he was. Quickly, the Saint leader got back up and proceeded to attempt an attack on the Specialist, but didn't succeed, since the two assistance of the Specialist had started firing at The Boss.
"Argh, I can't take her down when those two morons are firing at me!" The Boss says to himself. He exchanged his aim away from the Specialist and towards the Decker with the submachine gun aiming for The Boss. He knew that if he didn't shoot now, he might lose his own head, instead of the Deckers.
The Boss fired a bullet from his 45 Shepard at the Decker and got a successful nut shot. He dropped his TEK Z-10 and gripped his area where his nuts, or possibly nut, or possibly nothing at all was located and then plummeted to the ground, dead.
The one with the K-8 Krukov looked at his fallen teammate and gave the following statement. "Bloody hell, mate. That's not the way to go out."
The Boss watched as the Decker soldier seemed distracted and then quickly got up right before the Specialist could run him down with her skates. He took up his pistol and aimed at the Specialist, but instead of firing, he got rammed by her in the chest and slammed in the face with the butt of her Shock Hammer.
The Boss fell back, hands on his nose as he fell back, before getting back up. He didn't drop his pistol at least. "Ah, shit!"
The Specialist just laughed at him and taunted him as he felt pain. That pain would then become anger, and that anger would become death and that death would be hers.
"Time for you to get yours, bitch." The Boss says before aiming his 45 Shepherd at the Specialist again.
The Boss fired his 45 Shepherd at the female Decker, but missed her all together as she dodged the bullet that flew towards her. While he didn't get his intend target, he managed to get the other Decker with the rifle. The Specialist had been between both males and didn't know where her teammate was positioned.
"You gonna keep missing me, Saint?" The Specialist mocked loudly while ceasing the dashing for moment.
"I just wanted to get rid of the other competition before I had to deal with you personality." The Boss says before pointing to the now downed Decker. The Specialist looked at the dead soldier and realized what The Boss was saying.
"You!" The Specialist exclaimed. "I'll rip out your throat and feed it to your family!"
The female Decker lunged at the leader of the Saint more aggressively and kept on pushing him down the road, away from Planet Saints. They were heading west, which was where Kristen actually was located. If she were outside of the alleyway, she would've become a target of interest for The Boss.
The Specialist went for a wall at top speed on her rollerblades and The Boss fired his silver pistol at her, expecting to get her. She had unexpectedly been able to manage a climb up on the wall and surprise the Saint at the same time. She had made it up several feet and jumped for The Boss.
"What the fu-" The Boss started, but got kicked in the head by the boots of the that Specialist.
"Ah, bitch!" The Boss shouted, annoyed at the pressure this Decker was giving him. "I'm done playing around!"
The Boss the charged for the Specialist and she did the same. The female Decker expect The Boss to hit her, but instead when they both were in range, the Saints leader just ducked beneath her threatening blade and turned to shoot her. The Specialist tried as best as she could to resist defeat, but in the end that wasn't something she could decide. The Boss fired three shots into her upper chest and she yelled in agony, before she fell back onto the ground, dead. The Boss then sighed at the dead Decker and proceeded to make contact with Kinzie. He picked up his phone and called the ginger ex-FBI agent.
"Hey Kinzie, it's done." The Boss says.
In the alleyway, Kristen watched in shock as she saw the Decker Specialist dead. It wasn't The Boss' cheating that shocked her, but the fact that she didn't have enough time to react. This Saint might cheat at times, but it was the enemies fault for not reacting to his movements.
"Holy shit…" Kristen says speechless to the whole incident. "He just took her down in such short time."
"As I was saying." Matt started again. "Get your arse back to our base! And avoid more traffic cameras!"
"Alright. Whatever you say, Matt." Kristen replied before leaving the area.
End Of Assassination Event:
"Kristen, I'm sorry for the way I treated you!" Matt started after the memory had finished. "I should've never given you that much abuse!"
"Matt…" Kristen says, speechless almost. Matt may have only just stopped being as much of a douche, but he was sure learning fast.
"I've been such a horrible boyfriend, babe. I should've done what any good gentleman would've done, not force you around like some lowly life form!" Matt says loudly, before quieting down. "I'm just… stupid… too immature."
"No…" Kristen says in an American accent while gripping some of Matt's hair and flicking it away. "You were, but now you've started to learn." She then put both her hands of Matt's face and drew him closer. "I've very proud of you, Matt." Kristen then slowly pressed her smooth Goth lips softly onto Matt's. Her eyes closed and Matt's stayed open for a moment before closing too. Matt still hadn't gotten the hang of this yet, but he was getting there. The two of them stayed like this for a while before splitting off. Matt felt a lot better now, since his girl didn't resent him like he would've expected. For this moment, he only wanted to make her happy.
"Kristen, whatever you want, you can have." Matt says. Kristen just smiled and blushed a bit. This is what she expected to see from Matt.
"I already have it." Kristen says while smiling brighter than she did when she told her tragic story. "You got the time, Matt?"
Matt looked at his phone again and checked the time. 9:15PM. How did the time go so quickly when all they did was speak out here? Kristen's story couldn't have drifted the time this far could it?
"I think we should return to our seats." Matt suggested. "We haven't got long before we're forced to leave."
Kristen was surprised that the time had moved quickly herself, because when she saw Matt's expressions, she could record it pretty well. She didn't need the exact time. She got moving and went up the loading ramp to the plane, back turned to the Decker leader.
"So Matt, do you know where we're going? I assume its back home to our country, right?" Kristen asked.
"No way."
Kristen stopped in her steps and looked back at Matt with a questioning expression. The one place she would've thought Matt would've gone was back home where he came from. Apparently she was incorrect with that theory. "What do you mean 'no way'?"
"I can't go back. MI-6 would be expecting me to come there and they would find me, one way or another. I can't put you or me at risk just to return home." Matt says.
Kristen knew that Matt had a point with his reason. The Deckers were like a sworn enemy to the agency MI-6 and they were having more trouble with the Decker than they wanted, because they were attempting to take the Syndicate down, until Matt had stepped in and stopped an agent called Asha from succeeding in their plans. That action would only bring the hurt down on Matt further.
"Well, where do you think we should go? I doubt the other Deckers are going to head anywhere else but home." Kristen states.
"They've be morons for sure if they play that hand." Matt says then sighed. "Yet I'm still going to have to warn them. I doubt they'd be stupid enough to try it, but we can't play with faith on this one."
"Agreed." Kristen says.
"Let's go, Kristen. We've got to get this thing in the air in less than fifteen minutes." Matt says.
"Sure thing, Matt." Kristen says while heading up to the seating point of the plane with Matt next to her.
Soon enough, the teen couple had arrived at their spots and made sure everything was in order. It had appeared that the situation on the plane was fine. Good food, some nice places to rest before they reached their next destination. And finally, they had the best thing of all that would keep them entertained the whole way to where ever they would head next.
Nyte Blade.
Matt had left Kristen back in her seat, knowing that entertainment was going to be good for her. Despite the defeat of the Deckers in Steelport, Matt was very happy with what he still had. He had Kristen and she was worth more than some gang. But while she was more important to Matt, he still wanted to find and locate his remaining crew members. Where he had decided to travel to next, he might need them.
First Matt went to the cockpit and told the pilots where he wanted to go. He wanted to head somewhere different, so he ordered the pilots to a city that was beyond American soil. It would be a surprise for his girlfriend, which he assumed would end up as the result. Only time would tell. He got a check on the time before they would reach their destination. He and Kristen had exactly ten hours of alone time in their private Decker cargo plane.
Before Matt returned to Kristen, he decided to call up a few contacts of his so he could avoid any more casualties. What Deckers would be left would most likely head join up with Matt when they get the call.
While Matt was busy with calling his Decker followers, Kristen was sitting alone and watching Nyte Blade on the plasma television that was on board Matt's plane. It was at least fifty inches wide, so watching their favorite vampire warrior was going to be better. The quality was great and the advanced Specialist girl couldn't be any happier. Until she kicked her feet back and they made contact with something hard. She remembered a metal briefcase that she discovered from Loren's office in the Morningstar tower near the park. She had only discovered it days ago and she was very panicked about what the contents of the case was. She would show Matt when they had finally gotten to a secure place.
"Kristen, is everything thing alright?" She heard Matt ask at the door, looking concerned for his girlfriend. The frown had shown it.
"Yes… everything is fine and dandy, Matt." She says almost as quiet as a mouse.
Matt watched her for a second before letting her continue watching Nyte Blade. Matt went beside her and sat on the seat, watching their hero who was searching for Mr. X.
The cargo plan had begun to move and dive on the runway. Moving towards the end of the landing strip. The movement got Kristen interested in their location a lot more and decided to ask.
"Matt, where are we going?"
"You'll see soon, baby." Matt says while putting an arm around Kristen. He still felt quite nervous about physical contact with her, but he knew that he had to start sometime. Now seemed perfect for him.
Kristen deeply smiled inside and felt appreciated by Matt. Not that she didn't expect him to do this sometime in the future, but it seemed as if he was making up for being an idiot for the past few years. At least he noticed that he was too immature before and now wishes to change that.
Matt continued to watch Nyte Blade, looking as if he was even more fascinated with Nyte Blade than before, yet he was less interested in that and instead was thinking about his life still, as well as the girl in his life and the Deckers who were coming to find their leader. If things turn right, things might look up from here onward.
To be continued. . .
