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"Who is this man?"

The door to the FBI headquarters opened and Marcus and Kerry walked in. The apartment had a scent of old coffee that went straight into the noses of the two agents. Ron entered the entryway and greeted them.

"Jason is in with the Saints. But until he can do his work in there we need to start on some leads out here." He said. He led them into the next room where Alex and Brea were with their laptops set up.

The apartment was outside a construction site. There were five rooms in the apartment. They all had old wood floors and peeling tan wallpaper. The first room was the one they were in where Brea and Alex usually set up their computers and did tactical from. It consisted of two tables across from each other at one end of the room and at the other was a projector and a pull down screen. The second room was a kitchen. One of the smallest rooms in the apartment, the kitchen consisted of a counter at one end that looked out onto the computer room and on the other side was a fridge and some cupboards. The third room was a bathroom, the only one in the entire apartment. The fourth room was where the agents slept. There were six cots set up and one extra one in the corner of the room. And finally the last room acted as a locker room for the agents. That's where they kept most of their equipment. Their weapons were laid on a table in the middle of the room. Six lockers were provided in that room where the agents kept some of their personals along with a trunk in the room where they slept. Other miscellaneous items were stored in bins and other storages devices.

"So what are we planning to do? I mean we don't have any leads." Said Marcus pulling off his jacket and draping it over a chair.

"Not true. Brea has been working on some leads on the Rollerz. I'll let her explain." Said Ron. Brea looked up and stood.

"We know that The Westside Rollerz are run by a man named Joseph Price and his uncle William Sharp. Now we have no idea where these guys are but we know some known associates of Price's uncle. It's a familiar name around here in Stillwater."

"Who?" asked Kerry.

"Alderman Hughes. The mayor. Sharp is a friend of the mayor and had a hand in his financing during his campaign three years ago."

"So Hughes probably knows where Sharp is or knows how to get into contact with him." Guessed Marcus.

"Exactly. Not only that but we have reason to believe that Hughes has been in contact with Sharp within the last two weeks." Said Brea.

"So how are we gonna play this?" asked Marcus.

"I want you to go to city hall and sweat Hughes out. I've already gotten a warrant in place if it comes to that." Said Ron to Marcus. Marcus grabbed his jacket and put it back on.

"I'll go now."

"Good, now Kerry this is what we're working on for you." Said Ron, lightly grabbing Kerry by the arm and leading her over to Alex.

"Okay, we haven't had much luck on finding leads for the Vice kings or the Los Carneles but there is one way we could find Orjuela and get in deeper on bringing the Carneles down." Said Alex. He continued by saying, "The Los…"

"It's just the Carneles."

"What?"

"Its not the Los Carneles. Los means… Oh forget it."

"The Carneles are big in the drug trade and Orejuela is living proof. Orejuela is the current leader of the biggest Colombian Drug Cartel in the world. The North Valley Drug Cartel or the NVC. A lot of the drug trade in Stillwater starts in the docks of Poseidon Alley. This is where the Colombians usually ship in their drugs and where they deal with Hector and Angelo. But when they're not dealing with Hector and Angelo they deal to other buyers through a man named Yussif Manson. He's been on the FBI watch list and we know where he is in Poseidon Alley."

"I want you to get down there and detain him and see if he's ever dealt directly with Orjuela. If he has then we move from there." Said Ron cutting Alex off.

"Okay, I'll call you when I've got him." Said Kerry grabbing the keys to a black SUV parked outside.

Jason walked out of the train and onto the station. He wore some dark loose fit jeans, a light blue dress shirt and his beige sports coat. Tucked in the back of his pants was his SIG Sauer and in his pocket was a switch knife just in case things got messy. But Jason knew he wasn't going there to arrest these guys. Not yet anyway. He was going be one of them for a while. He wasn't extremely familiar with the rules of an undercover agent but he knew that he was able to do anything to keep his cover. He wasn't quite sure of what the anything was in his case but he was ready for anything. He walked down the stairs onto the street toward the church. He saw purple cars streaming toward the church but only a few parked in front of it. That made sense to Jason. There's nothing more of a welcome for an attack then letting the world know you're gathering. He crossed the street toward the cemetery next to church. A bunch of men and women dressed in purple were gathered in cemetery. A man stood at the entrance to the cemetery. He was dressed in a purple polo and black pants. He had brown hair and had a sleek brown mustache. He was smoking a cigarette when he stopped Jason from getting into the cemetery. There was a table he was standing behind.

"Sorry man. New comers need to leave their weapons at the door." He spoke with a Brooklyn accent. Jason wasn't sure how he knew he had weapons but he pulled his SIG from his pants and placed it on the table. The man examined the pistol and gestured for Jason to go in. Jason slipped past and stood awkwardly at the corner of the cemetery. He reminded himself of a new kid at a school who doesn't know anybody but just kind of waits for someone to notice him. Suddenly a door to the church opened and Julius walked out. The man at the entrance of the cemetery left the table and walked over to stairs leading up to Julius. As people started to see Julius they all tuned in attentively and waited for Julius to speak. Jason stepped and mixed into the group.

"Everyone here knows what we need to do. There are bitches riding around here thinking they own these streets." Julius said, lifting his hand and speaking loud. "I don't care what flags they fly, Rollerz, Carneles, Vice Kings. Don't matter; nobody makes this guy scared to walk the roads. We've got to lock this shit down right now."

It must have been very inspiring to the men and women in the group because the gangsters started to cheer for Julius. Jason now knew what set the Saints apart from the other gangs. They didn't want to screw with the government, or make the most money. They wanted to do what Alderman Hughes and Chief Monroe couldn't do. Control the streets of Stillwater. In a sense, Jason's FBI team and the Saints weren't all that different.

"Who the hell is this?" a voice suddenly said. Jason saw a man with blonde hair stuck up. He wore sunglass and was dressed in a purple jacket, black track pants and a white shirt. It took Jason to realize that the man was talking about him. The gangsters started to grip their pistols ready draw if Jason did something wrong. But Julius pointed at him and said,

"I found him this afternoon. We're gonna see if he'll ride with us." But the man with the blonde hair said,

"Julius, if you wanna ride with the Saints, you gotta be canonized."

"He's right Julius, everyone had to do it." Said the man next to Julius. The men and women in the cemetery started put in their say, saying "Everyone had to do it." "Canonize him."

Jason looked at Julius. First off he didn't know what it meant to be canonized. Julius looked back and smiled. "You ready for this?" Jason didn't know how to respond. He didn't need to. He was suddenly stuck in the back of the head by a fist. He collapsed to the grass below. Two gang members started to kick at him while he was down. He needed to defend himself. He turned to his side and caught a foot. He pulled awkwardly and heard a crack. The owner of the foot cried out and started to collapse but Jason pulled him up and tossed him at another gang member kicking him from behind. The gang member fell on the other and gave Jason enough time to get up and get into a defensive stance. A woman charged toward him. Jason ducked under her fist and grabbed it and pulled it behind her back. He used her almost as a shield then kicked another man coming toward him. He then pushed the woman into another gang member and got ready for another attack. But there was nobody attacking him. They all backed away from him. There was a silence for a while then the man next to Julius walked toward Jason, not threatening. He examined the other faces of the gang members and how they didn't dare attacking him. He then said,

"You've earned your colors." He put out his fist. Jason grinned and pounded the fist. "I'm Troy, that's Johnny." He said pointing at the blonde. He handed Jason his SIG. Jason grabbed it and put in the back of his pants. "That's Dex over there." Troy said pointing at a man wearing a visor sideways and a blue jean jacket over a purple shirt. Jason had heard all the names before and put the names to a face. Dex walked over to Jason and said,

"That was some crazy shit you pulled. The only other Saint who kicked ass like that was Johnny." Pointing at Johnny. Johnny leaned over and said,

"Took me half the time." Jason barely caught it as Julius strode up to Jason and put out his fist.

"Welcome to the Third Street Saints." Jason pounded his fist. "What's your name son?" Jason suddenly realized that he hadn't introduced himself back when he first met Julius.

"Jason, Jason Egan."

"Jason Egan." Julius repeated. "One question Jason, where'd you learn how to fight like that?" Jason knew the question was going to be asked.

"Martial Arts." He answered simply. The gang laughed mockingly.

"Oh, Martial arts." Mocked Dex. Johnny started kicking out and swiping his hand in a chop form yelling,

"High Ya!"

Julius got a good laugh and said, "Whatever player." He looked around, ready to speak again and said, "Back to business here. If we're serious about taking back the road, we've gotta show those other gangs what time it is. When you break it down, it's all about respect not weapons that gets territory in Stillwater. If we get enough they back off. Really I don't care how you get respect, all that matters is that it's there. You got me?"

Jason nodded with lots of other gang members.

"Okay, let's get the streets back." Finished Julius. He walked back toward the church. The gang started to exit the cemetery, every once in a while a gang member would come up to Jason and say,

"I've got your back any day man." Stuff like that. Jason waited for a little bit then pulled out his cell phone. He started to text to Ron's number and put in:

I'M IN

He sent the message and put the phone away. He started to walk away when suddenly he heard a voice say,

"Egan! Over here." Jason turned to see Troy come down the stairs toward him. "Okay, man I've got a tip that some Vice Queens are in the Row. So I say we go and clean them out. You with me?" Jason nodded. Troy pulled out a CZ 75 and walked toward the exit of the cemetery. Jason pulled out his SIG not sure of what exactly they were gonna do. Troy walked to a light blue Nissan Skyline street racing car parked by the church. He slipped in and started it. "How bout you take the wheel Egan." He slid over to the passenger seat and let Jason open the door and get into the car. He pushed on the pedal and drove down the street. "Take a left over here and make your way toward Freckle Bitches, that's where I was told they were." Instructed Troy. Jason drove down the street. Suddenly Troy shouted, "Stop!" Jason pushed the brake hard and said,

"What?"

"There's some of the mothers right there." He pointed at the street to the right of the car. Jason turned his head to see two men wearing yellow standing at the corner. "Let's show them what happens to Queens who stay in the Row."

"What do you mean?" asked Jason.

"C'mon Egan, drive over there and kill those sons of bitches." Jason was shocked but hid it. He guessed this was his anything he had to do to keep his cover. He turned the Skyline and drove toward the Vice Kings. As he started to pass the Vice kings He quickly drew his pistol right next to Troy's face and shot two bullets. Each one of the bullets hit one of the Vice Kings and they went down in an instant. "Nice job Jason, I think there are some more over there." Praised Troy. Jason tried not to think about the two men on the crib there and accelerated toward the next street corner where two more Vice Kings stood. Even before he got to the, he fired and one fell but the other one ducked in time for the bullet to miss. He drew a Beretta and fired at the car. Suddenly another Vice King across the street from the first one turned and drew his pistol. He started to fire at Jason and Troy. Troy popped out of the car and fired on the Vice king across the street. After a few shots he finally fell to the curb. Meanwhile Jason fired another few bullets at the other Vice King. He fell instantly when the bullet hit him. "Nice Job. Now drive over by the apartment section of Mission Beach, the Saints have got a canonization present for you." Said Troy impressed. Jason nodded and turned the car around. He tried to hide his hands shaking. He was still comprehending that this was the anything he had to do.

Marcus's black Intrepid pulled up to City Hall. He got out and started to walk toward the building. He entered, already pulling out his ID badge. A security guard met him. Marcus showed him his badge and said, "Marcus Keaton, FBI. I have to speak with Mayor Hughes."

"I'm sorry sir but Mr. Hughes has already left for the night." Said the security guard.

Marcus smiled smugly and said, "I have orders from the Bureau director to asked Mr. Hughes a few questions. Do you have any idea where he is?"

"Mr. Hughes left about five minutes ago in his black limo. He did say he was going to meet an associate of his at a night club in Tidal Springs." The security guard said very openly. Marcus was guessing that he didn't really like Alderman Hughes. Marcus didn't blame him. Hughes was said to be the worst Mayor for Stillwater.

"Thank you sir." Marcus responded rushing out of City Hall.

His car pulled up to the only nightclub in Tidal Springs. He parked it right in front of the stairs leading to the entrance. There were people around the nightclub who were wondering who Marcus was. The nightclub was blue and probably was blue inside. Marcus went up the stairs and opened the door. The bouncer immediately walked up to him. The bouncer was a large black man wearing a white muscle shirt and black slacks.

"Can I help you sir?" he said in a low voice.

"Yes I'm told that Alderman Hughes is in this building, I would like to speak to him." Answered Marcus already grabbing for his badge.

"I'm sorry but…" the bouncer started to say but stopped when Marcus whipped out his badge and flashed it in the bouncer's face.

"Now where is Mr. Hughes?" Marcus said putting the badge away. The bouncer sighed and beckoned for Marcus to follow. He led Marcus past the dance floor full of people grinding to the rap music, to a booth isolated from the main room. In the booth sat a portly Alderman Hughes.

"I said I wanted to be left alone." Hughes said when he saw the bouncer.

"Sorry sir but we've got a fed here who wants to speak to you." Said the bouncer. Marcus didn't need an invitation; he took a seat across from Hughes.

"Mr. Hughes my name is Marcus Keaton with the FBI." Said Marcus pulling out his badge and flipping it onto the table. "I just need to ask you a few questions." Hughes grabbed the badge and examined it carefully. Once he was satisfied he answered,

"Actually Agent Keaton do you think we could do this a different time, I actually have an engagement in a few minutes."

"I'm sorry sir but this really can't wait. I want to ask you a few questions about your friend William Sharp." Marcus paused to examine Hughes facial expressions. Unfortunately the guy was a rock. He made no expression and said,

"William Sharp? Haven't talked to him since the election." Marcus smiled knowing the mayor was lying.

"Well our office tells us differently. They actually have records of phone conversations between you and Mr. Sharp as soon as last week. So lets cut the bullshit and how bout you tell me where William Sharp is."

"Agent Keaton, as trustworthy as your system is, I can promise you that I have not spoken to William since the election. What do you want with him anyway?" said Hughes trying to exonerate himself.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the gang organization known as the Westside Rollerz." Said Marcus. Hughes nodded and said,

"Yes, my focus for this upcoming election is on wiping these gangs out." Marcus ignored the comment. He didn't care much for corrupt politics, which Hughes was a perfect example of.

"Well William Sharp is a huge contributor to that gang along with his nephew. He's been a contributor for five years during which you met with him several times with your campaign financing. I highly doubt that you had no idea of his involvement." Hughes chuckled and said,

"Well that's where you are wrong Agent Keaton. I had no idea of William's involvement in the Westside Rollerz." Just as he finished the sentence the bouncer looked up and met the look of another bouncer. He caught some kind of message and whispered to Hughes,

"Mr. Hughes, Mr. Sharp is here." Marcus knew the bouncer didn't intend for him to hear that but Marcus did. He acted as though he didn't and brought his hand down to the handle of his SIG Sauer.

"Well Agent Keaton, is that the end of your questions because my engagement is about to begin."

Marcus stared at Hughes. Throughout the entire meeting, Hughes had been very confident and challenging. But now the mayor was nervous and he was trying to cover it. Marcus faked a sigh and said, "Fine, Mr. Hughes. I will leave you to your engagement but this is not the last time we will be speaking." Marcus slid out of the booth and started toward the exit of the nightclub. As he exited the booth he saw a door that was marked:

STORAGE

He took note and walked back through the main club and made his way out into the dull roar of the suburbs of Tidal Springs. He didn't see anyone that matched the picture of William Sharp he had seen before outside the club. He walked down to his Intrepid and got in. He started the engine and drove onto the street that was connected to the highway toward the Ultor Dome. Marcus drove in the opposite direction of the Dome down the street until anyone who was at the club lost track of him and there he turned into one of the neighborhoods behind the club. He pulled past, Foreign Power Car Dealership and past a strip club until he was behind the nightclub he was just at. Marcus stopped the Intrepid and got out. He drew his SIG and approached the back entrance. He slowly pulled the door open and slid back into the nightclub. He was in the back storage room. The back entrance was a fire exit that was probably broken hence the lack of alarms when Marcus entered. Marcus walked over the obstacles of boxes and other stuff in the storage room until he got to the exit back into the nightclub. He was guessing that this was the door that he had examined before. He knelt down by the door and slid a small camera from his pocket under the door. He examined the small little screen and focused it on the booth that Hughes had been sitting at. He was still there, now with a guest that Marcus almost knew was William Sharp. Marcus tightened the grip on his SIG and pulled the camera back and put it in his pocket. He then grabbed the handle to the door and twisted. He burst through the door and swung his pistol around toward the booth.

"Freeze! Federal Agent!" he shouted. Hughes was shocked by the noise he dropped his drink. The man sitting across from him was shocked as well. Marcus bolted toward the other man and pulled him from the booth and onto the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" the man exclaimed wincing in pain as Marcus rolled him on his stomach and pulled his arms behind his back.

"William Sharp you are under arrest for the orchestration of organized crime." Marcus recited.

"Who the hell is William Sharp?" cried the man.

"Agent Keaton! That isn't Sharp." Shouted Hughes. Marcus suddenly felt strong arms pull him from the man. It was the two bouncers.

"My name is Daniel Anderson, I'm Mr. Hughes's secretary." Said the man getting up and facing Marcus. The man was maybe in his mid thirties, had long blonde hair and glasses." Marcus shook the bouncers off and said,

"Let's see some ID." The man grabbed for his wallet and pulled out his license. He tossed it to Marcus still shook up. Marcus examined the license very carefully and matched it to Mr. Anderson. He tossed it back to the man and looked at Hughes. "My apologies." He tried to say.

"Get the hell out of here before I convince Mr. Anderson here to sue you." Threatened Hughes. Marcus nodded and walked back toward his car.

When Agent Keaton was gone Hughes went over to Daniel and picked him up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned about his partner.

"Yeah I'm fine, I should sue him." Said Daniel.

"No time for that, we've got to let Sharp know about this. C'mon lets go to the limo."

Troy got out of his car and walked into the church. He had just dropped Jason at his new "crib". The canonization present every Saint got. Troy wasn't the biggest fan of the gangster lingo that always went around Saints Row but he was surrounded by it, there wasn't much he could do. Inside the church was pretty run down. Broken benches were all around, some upside down. Beer bottles and unlit cigarettes were scattered on the ground. Troy walked past the main room toward Julius's office. The office was a back room of the church where Julius did most of his business. He entered and turned on the light. The office consisted of a desk with Julius's computer on it and some paperwork. All in a days work for a gang leader. On the other side of the room was a table full of candles. These were the candles of the lieutenants of Julius who were killed. But when Troy entered the office he saw Johnny sitting at the desk.

"Whoa Johnny. What are you doing here?" exclaimed Troy walking toward the desk.

"I was check out that new guy. Just to make sure he wasn't a cop or an undercover gang member from the Carneles or something." Said Johnny. Troy was interesting a little bit.

"Did you find anything?" He walked over behind Johnny.

"Shit Troy, you gotta go through channels with these kinda things. I would ask Dex to do this but he thinks the guy is all hot shit, he didn't bother checking him out." Troy looked at the screen.

JASON EGAN

Searching name…

"Ron!" Brea shouted suddenly causing Alex to jump. Ron rushed over to her screen.

"What?"

"Somebody is trying to background check Jason and I'm not finished editing his file."

"Will they see his FBI record?" asked Ron concerned. They had just gotten a break and now it was at risk.

"I don't know."

"Well how long until you get the edited version up?" asked Ron.

"I'm almost done."

JASON EGAN

Searching name…

"It never takes this long." Complained Johnny. He clicked search several time.

"Johnny, chill man." Said Troy.

"No Troy, I wanna know who the hell this man is."

"I'm done!" cried Brea.

"Put it on!" shouted Ron. Brea quickly pressed some buttons and then she leaned back in her chair and gave a sigh of relief.

"That's it."

JASON EGAN

Age: 27

Hometown: Los Angeles CA

Father: Deceased

Mother: Deceased

Any other family members: N/A

Current job: Unemployed

Egan is an unemployed high school drop out who has had many run ins with the law…

"Well I'm satisfied." Said Johnny