Now then this is where things get interesting. Any work Dex gives you is always harder than it sounds. It's a bad day to be wearing red (and/or) attacking a Planet Saints.
Chapter 1: Meet the Real Gangstas
I had thought it'd be a good day when I woke up with a new KA-1 Kobra, then I remembered I still work for Dex. It's almost four and I'm going to smoke a Saint (employe). I wish I could've toured the city first. I thought looking back on my morning. Upon awaking I realized I had been grazed by one of the Ultor guys, which I had to patch up. I had tried to call Aoi and the Ex-Deckers told me calls cannot come in or out of this place (unfortunately nobody told me how to get out.) After wandering around for an hour or two of wandering around I found a round red button with a pinkish star in the center on it. So I figured 'fuck it.' and pressed the button. The floor opened and I fell into the cannon of one of those stupid Genkimobiles.
Then as I flew through the air I yelled some things that would make mother want to sew the ears of their children shut. Sending me through an open window I had landed in a second floor bedroom of some abandoned house. The interior of the room was blue so I guessed this was their secret escape route incase they ever got found out. my way out of the house I made a call on my cellphone. Almost as soon as the call went through I was cursed out, confirming that Aoi and I had broken up, again, meaning I'd need an impressive gift. Since I'm broke twenty-four seven I decided to steal something. I heard that there aren't many snitches in this town so I stole a Torch at a red light with witnesses all over. I walked around the car to the driver's side pulled the door open and 'gently' tossed the driver to the ground, he looked like it wasn't his first time being jacked. While climbing up from the ground he pulled a taser and zapped me. Unfortunately for him it was on the default setting of low. Moving through the pain I kicked him in his chin making him spit blood and pass out.
Fuckin' prick. I thought driving to Rim Jobs. Getting a golden dragon painted on the sides of the yellow car and changing the trim to black I was satisfied. Having the mechanic hold the car I made my way back to Dex.
"Alright, I'm here."
"Finally. The fuck took you so long?" Connor asked as if I was hours late.
"It's been a long morning." I answered.
"Oi let's get going before your targets shift in over." G.E. suggested walking with a suitcase towards the murdered-out Criminal. As we all followed the kid we found Dex in the back seat. Taking his seat up front G.E. forced me into the back with Dex. "Mr. Jackson here is the security footage you asked for." He said handing the case to Dex. Opening it was revealed to be a laptop with a screen showing the inside of a Planet Saints.
"Perfect. Alright that's the guy you're gunning for." He said pointing to a man standing behind a register. "Connor, let's get going." Following Dex's order Connor starts the car and Doujah Raze song Gotta Get the Cash comes along with the engines roar.
When we made it to the store I checked the new weapon. "Just one guy this time, no bullshit, right?"
"Right, here take this." He said passing me a red on black bandana. "Make it look like a robbery. There'll be less investigation and you'll get a little something extra." Nodding I tie it over my mouth and nose in a bandit fashion.
"Shit, extra money. I'm already set after this."
"D, hurry up before the cops come by." Connor suggest. After I got out of the car I heard G.E.'s accent says,
"Good luck mate." Through his blue lipstick smile. "There shouldn't be any trouble." He said looking at the laptop.
"Meet us at the dockyard warehouse, it's right here in Salander." Dex ordered. "And don't worry about witnesses nobody in this town is stupid enough to see anything."
"Alright. I'll catch y'all later." I answered.
"Connor, I.A.D. now." Dex said as the car moved forward. What the fuck is I.A.D.?
Ignoring the letters mentioned I walked into the clothing store to do my job. The instant the double doors closed I pulled my gun. "Alright nobody moves nobody takes the deep six, got me!?" Getting nods from everybody who I aimed at I turned to the target. "You. Open the register!" Just looking at the guy I saw he was pathetic. The kind off guy who has to wear diapers because he'll piss on himself if a guy looks at him funny. Why would anyone pay to have him dead?
"H- Here's th- th- mon-" The nerdy cashier began before I stopped him.
"I don't have all fuckin' day!" I shouted snatching the money from him. After pocketing the money I pointed the gun to his head. "Now then what did you see?"
"A-"
"Wrong." Before I could pull the trigger a group of three busted in through the back door, two woman and a man. Sighing I pointed my gun at a dark-haired woman dressed classily in purple who stood in the middle of their group. "Nobody be a hero and I'll jus-"
"I thought you and Oleg killed the last Morning Star yesterday?" A smallish redhead wearing a FBI jacket said to the other woman, ignoring me.
"I thought so too, but isn't finding their hiding spots your job." The center woman said referring to her friends. I know that I should've shot them but there I was so confused by the fact that they weren't at all worried about my gun.
"Well we've got 'em now." The man ecstatically stated. Wait is that Josh Birk? I thought trying to match his arrogant face with a name. I have wanted to kill this guy ever since I saw that stupid STAG commercial. His show was already bad enough.The instant I turned my aim to the actor I found two guns trained on me, but that wasn't what surprised me. The FBI woman had an AS3 shotgun pointed at me. Life lesson, don't judge a book by its cover. Laughing as though he was actually doing something the actor jumped into cover while the two women opened fire.
"You're not normal Nyte Blaydettes are you!?" I asked, yelling over the screams of the people in the store. There weren't supposed to be actual Saints here, but as always with me things didn't go according to plan. Fuckin' Exs!
"Birk take him out!" The mid-woman (who I assume is the badass of their small group) ordered blasting my cover with a SMG. "You still haven't proven you're Saint material."
"Um..."
"Don't say it." The shotgunner warned.
"I don't have a gun." The actor informed. "But don't get me wrong as long as Shaundi is in the Sai-"
"I don't want hear it, if you don't have a weapon next time I'll kill you myself." I've never even met this woman but I somehow trust that she wasn't bluffing and if I don't make a move she'll kill me.
Following my instinct I shot the ceiling above the three and took the seconds they were distracted by the glass falling from the glass and mirror ceiling to shoot back. Firing the Kobra for the first time I aimed for their leaders head and managed to break her aviator shades unfortunately she already had her aim set on me. As her TEK Z-10 began to empty ammo I was forced to dive to cover. Due to my thin shield (that being a purple couch) the bullet continued almost completely uninterrupted. She got me. Finding a bullet hole in the display case directly in front of me I knew it had come through somewhere, although I didn't want to look. If I die I am going to be pissed. I bitterly thought to myself. O.K. move in 3... 2... 1! As if following by timing a spray from a shotgun tore through the couch. "Almost ladies!" I yelled making a mad dash out the door.
Jumping down the few steps I quickly found that I had lost more blood than I thought. It was a SMG after-all but I had hoped it was just one bullet. Dizzy my eyes began to blur and I kneeled trying to regain my composure. After a few second I had finally got enough strength to stand up, not that it mattered. As my vision came back I made I contact with a tough-looking blonde man, who quickly punched me to the concrete just as the other Saints came out. Unable to move I spitefully watched as Birk high-fived the man. "Dammit..." I sighed before passing out.
~Aprox. 4 hours later~
As a chill rushes through my body I awaken, opening my eyes I get a strong headache from the light. Due to reflex I try to raise my hand to my head only to be met with strong resistance. My hands were tied behind me bound to something. Realizing that I open my eyes slower and look around. Observing my surroundings it seemed those Saints abandoned in some warehouse. There was random junk all over, varying from tires to piles of cinder blocks. The smell of salt water says I'm at the coast. Son of bitch.Looking down I also note that my hoodie, shirt and bandana are missing being replace by bloodied and lazily applied bandages, which begs the question. "Why am I still alive?"
"Because we want to know about the rest of the Syndicate." A woman's voice said from a far corner. I couldn't see the person but I could hear them stepping closer.
"But since you have skills with actual guns instead of video game ones and you don't have a wrestling mask on I guess you wouldn't know." A voice the same as earlier continued. "So why the hell did you try to rob my store?" The dark-haired woman says moving pulling a chair in front of me.
"Hmm... You know you don't look as tough without Nyte Blayde around." I joked while trying to strategize. Without the aviator glasses she looks kinda familiar."Or is it the shades."
"Hilarious." She said dryly. Drawing a pistol the woman menacingly leaned towards me. "What's your name?"
"You tell me yours I'll tell you mine." I offered.
"I'm Jane." The woman answered with an accompanying sigh. Either she knows she's gonna kill me or that was a lie."And you are?"
"Did anyone ever tell you you're a great liar." I stated, not holding back on the sarcasm "Jack Ruby, since your about to kill me I was wondering if you could tag that wherever you dump my body."
"So you're the guy who killed J.F.K.'s assassin?" She asked in a doubtful tone that said 'Oh really'. Dammit a banger that knows history.I nodded basically cursing myself. Pushing the barrel of an NR4 directly into my stomach she was aiming for the sources of blood in the bandages, hitting my bullet wounds and pushing more blood from my torso. As I tried to hold back any signs of pain I started a cold sweat, which seemed to be all she needed. "Kinz you get his name yet?" She yelled.
"Right here Boss, here's his name and a bit of background." A voice said from the floor above. Shortly after the redheaded girl from earlier descended the stairs carry in a few papers.
"Thanks." Wait, did she just bleed me for fun?I thought regretting teaming up with Dex once again. She's that girl, Kinz, said 'Boss' right? I am so fucked, she didn't get the name 'The Stillwater Butcher' for nothing/ After skimming through a few of the papers she looked back to me. "Damian Voleur, I've heard, you moved to Stillwater a month ago and fit right in." The woman said implying to the kind of people in Stillwater. Not getting any kind of response from me she continued. "Apparently there's a warrant for your re-arrest after you broke out of prison, holding up stores?"
"Please, if that was all I'd have just done the time. I'd list it for you but I'm sure you've got other victims to attend to."
"It's all the basics of organized crime; murders, car jackings, gun possession, etcetera." Kinz stated guessing that her leader would want the info quickly. "It turns out he actually was Morning Star."
"Wrong. I quit after my old gang made some shitty deal with them." I corrected unintentionally reviling more about myself than intended. It's just that I hate the Morning Star so much. They bought out my boss and tried to set up anyone who wasn't down with the deal. Making me and a few others look like traitors. Luckily that was after my crew broke me out.
"You didn't let me finish, it says you were kicked out right after they signed your gang." Kinz corrected.
"So you're a loser. But even a loser wouldn't be stupid enough to attack a Planet Saints unless they wanted trouble, so who are you with."
"Oh I'm with your old friends the Brotherhood," I lied before remembering a story Connor told me. "I figured you'd sign an autograph if I dragged your cashier through Stee-" With a solid bang cutting me off I saw a gun pointed just to the side of my head. The smoking gun wielded by the angered leader of the Saints who was now standing above me told me to it's time to shut the hell up. Don't mention that guy. Gat and Aisha are probably of limits too.
"Boss what's going on?" A person asked running into the room with a AR-55, probably concerned about the shot. "Boss, Kinzie?"
"Nothing," She replied after some thought. "it's fine Reece."
"Reece, huh? The guy who ruined my badass escape." I said recalling the large blonde.
"In reality your 'badass escape' wouldn't have gotten you very far, especially due to your injuries." The redhead stated matter-of-factly. No shit. If they didn't want to know about the Exs I'd be dead right now.
"I've decided something Damian, I don't like you." Their boss divulge looking to Reece who nodded his head and walked behind me. As I wondered what he was up to I made sure not to take my eyes of the leader. Reaching down to her ankle she reviled a butterfly knife. The instant she flicked it open the same hands that knocked me out appeared on my shoulders holding me in place. Shit.
"Kinzie go check your computer for something, this one's going to take a while." She warned pointing the knife at the center off my chest. Following the woman's orders the Saint quickly fled up the stairs, which actually scared me more. She's about to do something to me that she doesn't want Kinzie to see. I am so sorry I mentioned Carlos right now.Feeling the knife press slowly deeper I tried to brace myself.
"Just tell her what she wants to know."
"Fuck. that." I said taking a breath after feeling the knife cut into me. "I hope you cleaned that thing." I grinned trying to get through the pain. She was slowly dragging the knife across my skin before coming to a quick stop after two or three inches. Matching my stupid grin she spoke.
"I think I'm going to trace your tattoo." She said moving her hand to the left side of my chest. The only thing running through my mind at that point was /Why'd I get that stupid Knightmare flag tattooed./
"Have fun." I promoted continuing to act like an idiot. I was hoping she'd tire eventually and just put a bullet in my head. After a few incisions made me re-experience the pain of getting the tattoo she paused.
"Now that I think about it that record says you have a sister, Deja right?"
"You couldn't burry me deep enough to save your life if any of your Saints touch her." I threatened putting all jokes aside.
"Then just tell us about the robbery." Reece suggest as she points the knife back along the lines of my tattoo. "And you can go visit her."
"I'm no snitch, you can both go f-"
During my slight rant a bullet comes flying in throughout a window. Due to the place the bullet imbedded itself into the floor it was impossible to tell if the shot was aimed at me or the leader of the Saints. "Shit, Reece grab Kinzie and call Shaundi or somebody." She ordered as a grenade came though the window. As the two Saints dove to cover I had to quickly leaned back falling (while still in the chair) backwards to the floor. Coincidentally shrapnel from the grenade spread in a way that left me completely unharmed. Cool, now how do I get up. Looking for a way to cut my binding I see a pair of masked people outside the window. Bursting in they began shooting at the two Saints. Looking at the number of orange beams flying around I figured there were more than the sole pair I had seen at the window.
So I'm being rescued. I gratefully thought until one of the mysterious men pointed a Viper Laser Rifle at my head. Instinctively I tried to escape turning the chair to the side he shot the frame inadvertently (and painfully) breaking me lose. Quickly I grabbed a piece of the chair and stood. Moving out of his laser's path I broke my improvised weapon further against the side of his head. While he was stunned I pulled the weapon off him and shot through his chest. I had never fired one of these but I diffidently liked its work. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Saint aim at me but quickly change her mind after seeing me tear apart another mystery man. Instead she unloaded her gun into a man who had attempted to chase Reece upstairs having him flip over the railing and drop into a pile of junk. While taking shots at him she hadn't noticed a large man running up behind her. Without hesitation I took a few shots at him close-lining him with bullets watching him slide to the floor below her. With the rumors I've heard I don't think it'd matter if I had let him get to her anyway. The head Saint and I had to have taken down at least ten of these Spec ops style assassins each and the two Saints upstairs who were firing from above also took down a fair amount.
"Who the fuck... are these guys!?" I struggled to ask as one of them put me in a chokehold. Being choked out I dropped the Viper. As my eyes drifted to the floor I noticed my shadow extend telling me there were bright lights getting closer behind me. After hearing a load of gunshots I was freed from the iron-grip and fell to the floor. As an army in purple came through door the two Saint upstairs also came down. The attackers fell to the floor just like me only difference was they weren't getting up. When I did stand up I found the lovely Shaundi herself, however the K-8 Krukov she pointed at me made her a bit less attractive.
"Leave him be for now." Shaundi's boss ordered. With out question Shaundi lowered the assault rifle and acted as if I wasn't there.
"Boss, some of them got away but my crew is following them now." She reported. "Who are these guys?" Shaundi asked kicking a corpse onto it's back.
"It's Dex. He's sending his hitmen after me again," The leader answers before looking at me and continuing, "but it wasn't just me this time."
Who ever could've guessed that Dex would once again betray a friend. unfortunately for him it'll take more than a small army to kill D and the leader of the Saints. Maybe next time he'll try an Ex-army...
Reviews welcome
P.S. Thanks again for letting me use your Saints shadow182angel. Anyone who hasn't read Birth of a Saint, A Saint's Resurrection, The interview (my personal fav) or Forever a Saint (in progress) I recommend you do ASAP you won't regret it
