Saints Row: Saints and Sinners

Chapter 1 – Street Racing Saints.

Stilwater – The Broken Shillelagh – Saturday, Sept 27, 2008.

He found himself glad that this particular place had ESPN Game Plan, so he could catch as many college football games as possible. Having been stationed in Georgia during his time in the Marine Corps, he had learned to appreciate how the game was played in the Southeastern Conference. It was early in the season, and LSU looked like they may be on their way to a BCS bowl, if not the National Championship.

A rather attractive young waitress, with long, jet black hair and blue eyes, standing about 5'6" with an hourglass figure, came by and brought his order, a mushroom/swiss burger and chili cheese fries. He gave her a smile, which she returned, noticing her nametag that read "Rebecca", as she took his glass to refill at the drink station. Yep, he loved Saturdays. It's this moment that his phone rang.

"Talk to me," he said into the cell phone.

"Where are you?" came the voice of Troy Bradshaw.

"Broken Shillelagh," he answered, "having lunch and catching the Florida/Ole Miss game."

"I'll be there in a few."

"I'll have you a beer."

"Thanks, Man." He then hung up the phone as the waitress brought his drink back and he ordered a beer for his associate.

A few minutes later, Troy came through the door and found his associate's table, and a cold Budweiser waiting on him. "Who's winning?" he asked.

"Florida by a touchdown, 2nd quarter," the veteran marine replied, "Any word from Lin?"

"Yeah. Samson's got the cars rigged, and delivered them to the Rollerz. Lin wants us to come to a street race tonight at 7. She's got a plan."

"Alright," Vincent noted, "Gives me time to get a car ready to race."

"You do your own work?"

"Worked on everything in the Corps: Humvees, APC's, choppers, outboards on boats. Even maintained weapons."

"Guess that's why you keep the AR and the Sniper in the car."

"Modified them myself. New sights on the AR. NV scope on the sniper. Tightened up the trigger slightly on both. Added a longer barrel and suppressor to the sniper for more power and less noise." Troy just gave a low whistle.

"Where were you stationed again?" Bradshaw inquired

"Camp Carlson. 5th Expeditionary Force. Recon Platoon Bravo."

"And now you're in the 3rd Street Saints. Why?"

"Stilwater's gangs have to be dealt with," Vincent answered, "the cops are outmanned and outgunned. Public officials are the definition of corrupt. I think the Saints can do some good, and we have, getting rid of the Carnales and the Vice Kings. There's still more work to do."

"The Rollerz."

"And the corrupt officials in city government."

"Such as?"

"Alderman Hughes, for one, and his wife, the state senator. Police Chief Monroe is on the take, and the Mayor's in over his head. Vincent motioned for the waitress. "Can I get a to go box, and the check?"

"Sure, one minute," she replied, walking away.

"Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave," the vet stated, then turned his attention back to the game in time to see the Florida QB get drilled. It didn't take long for the waitress to bring the box and check back. Vincent just gave her a $100 bill and told her the change was her tip. She took out a notepad and wrote something down on it, before handing the paper to Vincent. He noticed it was her phone number. He gave her another smile, before boxing up the rest of his lunch. That done, he turned to Troy. "How'd you get here?" he asked.

"Cab from the church."

"Come on. You can help out." The two saints left the bar and climbed into Vincent's bulldog. "I've got to stop by O'Brien's auto parts for a few things," Vincent tells Troy, "Then its back to the garage downtown to work on the car I'm taking to the race."

"Right," Troy noted, "King gave you his penthouse."

Vincent turned the satellite radio in the truck to the game and drove to the auto parts store, where he got 5 quarts of oil, a high performance oil and air filter, and a new full NOS tank, before heading to the downtown apartment building's garage.

Getting out of the truck, Troy noticed a purple venom with a golden Chinese dragon emblazoned on the sides. "Isn't that Gat's car?" he queried.

"Gat's ben hanging around here a lot lately," came the reply, "Since I've let Aisha lay low in a spare room until my contact sends her new identity."

"Contact?"

"Covert Ops guy I knew back in the Corps. He wound up burned by the Agency, and now lives in Miami. He knows a forger who can set Aisha up with a new identity. I already wired the money to him, and sent him a picture of her." Troy just nodded as Vincent got to work on a black, convertible Venom Classic.

Stilwater Suburbs – Time: 07:30 pm

Vincent looked over the different participants in the street race. "Bunch of kids from the suburbs wanting to act tough," he thought, "Almost hate to have to blow them up…almost." Lin had explained the plan to him earlier. The Rollerz' cars were rigged to blow as soon as the driver hit the NOS. All he had to do was get them to hit the spray. That's when he and Troy came up with the idea of taunting them into hitting the button, and blowing themselves up.

His car was already on the starting line. The Rollerz started their engines, giving off the typical hum of an import tuner. Vincent started up the Venom Classic, the engine giving off the throaty roar of the finely tuned American V-8. "Muscle will ALWAYS beat tuner," he taunted the kid to his left, revving the engine on the classic muscle car. The Roller's thumb seemed to twitch, and that's when Vincent noticed it. The NOS button was on the wheel, under the kid's thumb. "This'll be easier than I thought," he mused.

The route was uploaded into their GPS. They would race through the suburbs, and downtown, before hitting the engine, ending their race at Freckle Bitch's in Saints Row. A gunshot signaled the start of the race. Vincent let the Rollerz pull ahead, but he stayed close behind.

"What're you thinking?" Troy inquired,

"Too many people in the suburbs and downtown," the veteran answered, "Highway's the best place to blow them up. I'll pull up beside them, and you taunt them into hitting the spray." Troy just nodded.

The race continued through downtown, where Vincent was thanking God for that high speed driving course he took during his years in the Corps. They finally came up on the ramp to the highway, where the former Marine made his move. He pulled up on the left of the first Roller. He remained focused on the road while Troy sent one taunt after another at the suburbanite youth, who hit his NOS, thinking he would blow the doors off the Venom Classic. Instead, the car exploded in a mass of flames and twisted metal. Vincent repeated this same move on the second car, letting Troy taunt the Rollerz. Once again, the car exploded when the street racer hit the NOS.

"This next one's mine," Vincent told Troy, before changing lanes, and pulling up on the right side of the last car, the one he taunted at the starting line. He gave the kid a vicious look, before giving his car a shot of NOS to pull ahead. The West Side Roller hit the button for his own NOS, causing the car to explode in a cacophony of twisted steel, intense flames, and melting rubber.

Vincent then took the exit to Saints Row, driving up to Freckle Bitch's, where he dropped Troy off. He then picked up his cell phone and reached for a slip of paper in his picket. He dialed the number and put his Bluetooth on his ear. As he drove away, a woman's voice said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Rebecca? This is Charles from this afternoon at the Shillelagh."

"Hi," she replied in an excited tone, "How are you?"

"Not bad," he answered, "You want to grab a bite with me?"

"Sure," came her answer, "I'll text you my address, and you can pick me up in half an hour."

End Chapter 1

Note: I'm starting with the Vice Kings and Carnales already finished off for a reason. It gives me a good way to set up the story, and the reason that the Protagonist is as high up in the Saints food chain as he is. I'm going to deviate heavily from SR canon, which will be obvious in the next chapter (coming very soon). I am also going to feature some cameos from characters from one of my favorite TV series, Burn Notice, but this is NOT a crossover. Also, FYI: LSU did win the 2008 BCS National Championship against Ohio State.

Next Chapter: Saints and Spies.