It was midnight and I had rushed out of The Broken Shillelagh. I worked my ass off the whole time and I longed to jump in my warm bed and rest for a few hours. The night shift drained energy from my body. Hell, I didn't even know if I was still awake. My eyes didn't seem to want to be open anymore. All this working had made me forget to shave, and I had dark stubble growing. I looked very messy, but I didn't care. No one is here to judge me, nor did I give a crap.

As I walked towards my motorcycle I heard a commotion going on down the street. It was typical so I thought nothing of it. The Third Street Saints had made an appearance a week ago, and already chaos was pursuing. Dead bodies were found on sidewalks, explosions going on, the usual. I only hoped that the only call my parents would not get from me was a goodbye. It was even more far-fetched when a bunch of debris began falling from the sky one faithful morning. The whole damn situation damaged my car. I couldn't even afford insurance to cover it! So, I rented a motorcycle from one of my best buddies who had a business in dealing with stolen vehicles. Granted it wasn't legal, but how in the hell could I get to places? I was even too lazy to walk from the couch to the fridge in my apartment.

I got on top of my bike and turned it on. Feeling the purring of the machine excited me more than ever. I slid on my brown leather jacket and revved up my bike. Then, all of a sudden I felt a slight push of weight on my back. This caused me to jolt in horror and I eventually forgot all about wanting to sleep.

"What the hell!" I shouted. Within a couple seconds, I heard a gun cock to my head. Well, shit.

"Just drive or I'll shoot you!" A woman's voice threatened. She sounded frantic, as if something or someone was after her. Whatever it was, I didn't want to die either way.

Without hesitation I sped off into the busy street. It was a Friday night, and the streets were especially bustling that night. I dodged many vehicles while passing through intersections. How did I get into this mess? Who in the world had the audacity to hijack me? This woman had more balls than I did!

"Who are you?" I yelled as this psychotic woman had her pistol blazing everywhere. We even dodged bullets as well! This is not how I wanted to die; being a complete scapegoat.

Her voice seemed stressed as she shouted her answer through the gunfire. "That's none of your damn business! Right now we need to get out of here!"

"Well, where do I even go? How about a police station?" I was treading on thin ice. I prayed she wouldn't pull the trigger for that comment. But, her voice did sound a bit familiar..Like I heard it on a crappy television show before. After a while of speculating I came to my horrid conclusion. She's Shaundi! She had to be; I remember my friend would watch her crappy television show. He thought he would have a shot with her. Well, wait till I tell him about this experience.

"You're funny, it'd be more funny when I shoot you."

I gulped, hard. I decided to focus on my job and make sure that I did not kill anybody or get us killed. Neither of us said anything for awhile until she spoke again.

"Let's just lose these assholes and I'll tell you where to go." She shot over my head, which scared the shit out of me. I would surely need hearing aids after this situation. It made it worse when bullets were shot back at us in retaliation. Included with the hearing aids, I would need Xanax.

It felt like forever to be dodging bullets, cars, and pedestrians. I almost killed an elderly lady! Whatever Shaundi did, she needs to pay me back big time. But, this was a little more exhalerating than my typical home life. To be honest I quite enjoyed it.

I was speeding towards the end of a highway trying to lose the last of the enemies when I realized it was blocked by guys with black and red suits. The Syndicate. Of course, they were the 'popular' gang of Steelport. I slowed down my initial speed.

"Whoa, what the hell are you doing?" Shaundi asked, slapping the side of my head. Man, she had a hard blow.

"Well, look!" I pointed, my hand was shaking terribly. She probably already knew how terrified I was.

"Aw fuck me!" I could sense Shaundi's emotion dropping. I thought maybe a little humor could help.

"We can't really do that. I don't know you well enough yet." I retorted, flashing my cheeky smile she could not see.

"I keep promises." She threatened. Her voice sounded so damn frightening I wanted to drive off the highway myself. I might've underestimated how much Shaundi could literally scare the shit out of me.

"Understood."

I kept slowing down, still having view of The Syndicate. What were we going to do? I am going to die! With a miraculous event, they seemed to have a new distraction. The police had begun to shoot at them for causing disturbance. I stopped my bike to confirm what I had been seeing. I was relieved, I didn't feel like being handed a gun and help take them down as well. I'm a fighter, not a killer.

"Well what do ya know!" I exclaimed happily, slapping my hand on the handles and chuckling like a madman. No way, my plans were made to not die this night.

"Thank god" Shaundi sighed. "Alright, I have a place where you can drop me off. Any moves and I shoot you, okay?"

"Got it."