Where to start? I've been busy and life keeps catching up with me, so that's another apology for people that have been waiting. Also, when you see this I may have deleted 'An Unpleasant Meet.' Trust me, I'm sad about it. But, I started getting lost to where I was going, and I went the wrong lane basically. So, I did a restart, which is now. I have received help from MisterMagic25, and I really thank him for that, so go check out his stories if you have time, it's a very grand read. As always, hope you enjoy. Feedback would be wonderful.

"Gas prices seem to finally drop a bit, but not too much to make a difference. But, let's move to something more interesting which is, The 3rd Street Saints that seem to be growing more than ever here in Steelport!" awed a voice that came from the radio.

Zac shook his head in annoyance and changed the radio station to a lively rock station that left him in a happier state. He was not in the right mood to hear about The Saints, since their killings cause him to have more work. He despised more work. It left him tired and stressed out. A way for him to be negative.

In his line of working as a police detective, he had never seen a gang rise to celebrities. It was the opposite. Gangs were infamous, gangs should be hated, or even feared. But, The Saints, they are loved, kids want to be them, adults want autographs, Zac, well, he wants them to be caught. But, he cannot have that happen. In reality, it would take a million years to have that.

Zac began to re-focus on his assignment as he parked in front of a crime scene, which was all blocked off by police officers. There were officers on every other corner, watching out for journalists and photographers catching a flick at the gruesome scene. Zac grabbed his gun and badge that were on the dashboard inside his car. He slowly exited his car and walked up to the 'Crime Scene' tape, he showed his badge to the officer guarding the tape.

"You can pass." said the police officer with a sigh, hinting that he was tired of standing there all morning. Zac nodded his head and began to proceed on, grabbing the tape and putting it over his head, walking through over the boundary.

Zac looked at the scene, bloody, violent, and bullets everywhere. 'Unbelievable.' he whispered to himself. Another group mass murder of gang members. These seemed like new gang members. All dressed in suits as if they were working for the president. Their deaths could be works of The Saints. Typical.

Zac slowly walked around the bodies, making sure he didn't ruin his shoes on somebody elses' blood. He glanced around the scene, there were cars that had bullet holes through them, machine gun bullets possibly. Someone could've been on a killing spree. Sucks for the dead, Zac thought, their cars were totaled.

The only thing that stood out was they didn't have typical, 'ghetto', hydraulic cars. But, black SUVs, and fancy expensive cars.

These people aren't gangsters, concluded Zac.

Taking a deep breath, Zac walked away from the crime scene as he made mental notes to himself. There's nothing more to see there. He needs to get back to the police station. He walked back to his car and looked at the scene once more. With one sigh, he drove away.

As Zac was driving, something felt peculiar, out of place. He looked around, nothing, he glanced at his sideview mirror and wrinkled his brows as he concentrated on the SUV behind him. Nothing too out of the picture. But, the feelings Zac was getting in his guts made a huge pit in his stomach.

Surprises filled him when a purple Saints truck drove into the SUV behind him. It didn't push over the SUV, but angered the man behind the wheel. He drove faster and was right behind Zac, he panicked and drove faster, trying to get out of the situation.

The SUV drove faster and turned to the left, being right beside Zac. The Saints' truck accelerated to the left, and was now beside the SUV, soon, it veered into the SUV. The SUV loses it's grip and begins to go out of control, running into Zacs' car, making him flip over.

"Shit!" yelled Zac as he felt his car flip over into the middle of an intersection.

He was in shock as he shook himself awake. All he saw was blur, and bullets flying. He knew what was happening, but it seemed surreal. He felt like an actor out of a typical action movie.

The Saints must've exited their truck and began to shoot at the dark, black, SUV. Men in dark black suits also exited their car and began to shoot. A firefight broke out right between Zac.

There were screams of scared people, and sounds of cars crashing as they try to dodge bullets. Shouting began to follow, as the men in suits called out for back-up, and The Saints continued on shooting, as The Leader bragged on how wonderful he was at killing, and aiming.

Zac began to undo his seatbelt, wanting to run out of his car before it was too late. As the belt was undone, He fell out of the seat and onto the broken glass. He glanced at his mirror, that was barely hanging on, and saw that he had a small deep wound on his forehead, which caused blood to drip down his face.

"God dammit." cursed Zac as he touched his wound. A small burning sensation lingered, causing him to shut his eyes in pain.

He looked out his passenger seat window. Nobody was there. He questioned himself, could it be safe to go out? He has to, the last thing he wants is to die in an explosion.

Zac crawled out of the passenger seat door, kicking the door to open it fully. Zac laid out on the asphalt as he got out. He looked to his right and saw that dead bodies were everywhere. Grand, thought Zac, just grand. He looked to his left and saw The Saints round up around their truck, each one of them entering in.

Looks like their job is done, thought Zac. As people were waiting to get in the truck, Zac looked around, seeing if The Leader was near, which he wasn't. As The Leader was in the driver seat, ready to go. As he was looking, a brunette was staring back at him, with a pistol in her hand, making her look more dangerous than she already was. Zac stared back until the brunette shrugged him off and entered the truck.

"More work." breathed Zac as he sat up and watched The Saints drive off. He got up and heard ambulance sirens going off. "Thanks, thanks alot." he said sarcastically to himself getting up and limping away.