Anna winced as the tattoo needle drug along the flesh of her lower back yet again. How exactly she had ended up in the Rusty's needle tattoo parlor was still a bit of a blur. She had just returned to the church after being sent out on a retrieval mission by Johnny; some bangers from the Vice Kings had the nerve to snach his girlfriends younger sister off the street in an attempt to get her to work for them (Needless to say that hadn't gone well for them). After completing her task she returned to the church and ended up chilling with Minka and Steve. Eventually their conversation ended up on tattoos, particularly gang related ones as Minka and Steve both sported Saints tattoos. Then the topic shifted further to Anna's own tattoos, and still riding on the adrenaline from her just completed task, she, thought it would be a great idea to get some Saints ink of her own.
So here she currently was. Laying on her stomach, getting her third tattoo in the now 4 hour session. She now sported a black flur-de-lis with a Third Street banner on her right shoulder, a small flur-de-lis outline on her right inside forearm, and now a matching set of wings with a small devils tail spanning across her lower back.
"How ya holding up Anna?" Minka asked "3 tats in a day is a lot..."
"Eh, it's fine. These are nothing compared to my tit tattoo, that thing hurt like a sonofabitch..." Anna replied, wincing at the memory of the botched $20 tattoo job. At just 14, she had gotten matching star tattoos on the top of her left breast, and another on her right hip. The quality was questionable, and they had taken weeks to heal, but for the most part she didn't regret them.
"Fair enough" Minka laughed.
Anna nearly sighed with relief when the needle left her lower back and her artist told her that he was finally done. Just because she had chosen to get all three of her tattoos in the same session (All three of which she thought up on the short drive to the tattoo parlor) didn't mean she wasn't currently regretting the decision. Anna was never someone to give something only half of her effort and attention, so naturally she couldn't break these tattoos into more than one session.
As Anna slipped from the black padded table her phone rang and captured her attention. She fished her small silver phone from the back pocket of her shorts and looked at the display.
It was Lin.
Anna hit the answer button then brought the phone to her ear without a word.
"Hey, kid. Meet me at the the back entrance of the Ultor Dome. I got somethin' for you to do..." She said quick and hushed, before hanging up without another word.
Minka and Steve looked at her curiously as she tucked her phone back into her shorts.
"Lin's got somethin' on the Rollerz" Anna explained "Can you give me a ride to the Ultor Dome?"
"Sure thing..." Minka replied.
With that they tossed some cash to the tattoo artist and the three of them took their leave and piled into Minka's Shogun.
It was a quick, short drive to the Ultor Dome from the tattoo parlor. Upon arrival Minka dropped Anna off on the opposite side of the Dome that Lin had said she was on so they didn't alert any Rollerz that might be with her.
As Anna walked around the Dome to the back entrance Lin had said she was located at, she looked down at herself and wished she had a hoodie or something to cover the purple tank top she was wearing. She wanted to make this as low risk for Lin as possible, getting caught working with someone flying a different flag certainly wouldn't be an easy thing for her to explain, and the last thing Anna wanted to do was be responsible for blowing Lin's cover.
Anna froze when she rounded a corner and spotted Lin's car. She heard voices but didn't see the people voicing the words, so she quickly, and quietly hid behind a truck trailer near Lin's Voxel.
"Damn, that's a sweet ride Lin!" Anna heard a man gawk loudly.
"Uh huh..." She heard Lin reply nonchalantly.
"Who tuned it for ya'!" Another male voice piped up.
"No one" Lin said vehemently "I did it myself..."
Anna listened as the men gawked some more over the car before Lin cut them off, the annoyance clear in her voice.
"What is this, fuckin' third grade?" Lin growled, causing Anna to snicker lightly from her hiding spot. Lin was defiantly someone she could relate and look up to.
"Whudduya mean?" One of the men asked.
"Ugh, never mind" Lin groaned "I'll see you tomorrow"
Anna left the cover of the trailer as the 2 men headed off in the opposite direction.
"Dude, she totally wants you!" One of them joked loudly as they walked. Anna watched as Lin slammed her car door, rage clear in her eyes. Her expression hadn't quite settled as she turned to Anna.
"I can't wait until those bastards are dead..." Lin said, her anger quelling as she popped a cigarette between her lips.
"Soon..." Anna said simply.
"Tch. Not soon enough..." Lin replied cupping her hand to light her cigarette.
Anna just shrugged in response, she had never been one with the ability to talk people down or comfort. "What did you need me to do?" she asked a few moments later.
Lin nodded while taking a drag of her smoke.
"Oh right... So I haven't heard much, these ass-hats I have been hanging with aren't privy to much info on anything apart from street races" Lin said bitterly "But I did hear someone mention that there's a delivery of high performance cars coming in later today" She told Anna, taking another drag of her cigarette.
"Alright..." Anna said.
"And what I want you to do is jack the truck carrying the cars and take the whole thing to Sampson; he's a contact of mine on the edge of the Row. He'll rig the cars with a few surprises for those fuckin' assholes. When he's done finish the delivery without those fuckers being the wiser" Anna nodded, trying to think up some kind of game plan for how she was going to accomplish this successfully.
"Shoot me a text when it's done..." Lin said before taking yet another drag.
Anna nodded again as she began backing away in the direction she had come from, a plan already beginning to formulate in her mind.
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A couple hours after leaving the Ultor dome, Anna stood at the edge of Stilwater's main freeway scanning traffic for the truck carrying the race cars. Many people in passing cars looked at her strangely. A few people even pulled over and offered her a ride to which she declined, annoyed as they drew her focus.
She had decided the easiest way to get inside the truck was to act non threatening and find a way to convince the driver to let her into the cab. She figured if she cut them off in vehicle they may just speed away, and if it turned into a car chase she would inevitably fail; she was a terrible driver. Once inside however she would pull a gun and threaten to kill them if they didn't co-operate. She just prayed that the truck didn't have a Rollerz escort, because that would completely throw her plan for a loop.
Just then she spotted a truck coming in the distance. Upon inspection as it got closer she noticed it was hauling cars, and as it got even closer she could see they were indeed race cars.
She double checked that her NR4 that was tucked into her shorts was covered by her shirt, took a breath to calm herself then began flailing her arms back and forth. She stepped into the trucks path when it was about 20 meters away, flailing her arms to get the drivers attention.
The driver immediately slammed on his brakes, screaming to a hault just feet away from where Anna stood. When the truck stopped Anna sighed with relief as first she hadn't been killed, and second the truck didn't have an escort. When the driver rolled down his window Anna put on her most devastated face and ran to the drivers side of the truck.
"Are you tryin' to get yer-self killed girl?" The driver yelled down at her from the trucks window. Anna tried her best to push out some tears as she arrived at the window.
"Please sir, could you give me a ride into town? My boyfriend and I got into a fight and he left me on the side of the freeway!" Anna lied, trying her best to keep the devastated facade "I have been trying to flag some down for an hour and no one would stop!" She faked a sob at the end, trying hard to sell it.
"Ah, shit. Uh, y- yeah, sure..." The driver agreed, obviously a bit taken back by Anna's tears "Hop in..." he said gesturing to the other door. Anna could hardly hide her devilish smirk as she rounded the front of the truck heading for the passenger side. She leapt up to open the door, and faked another sob as she climbed in.
"Thank you so much..." Anna said wiping the remains of the mock tears from her face as she shut the door.
"N-no problem..." The driver said gruffly.
The truck roared and groaned as it began move again, rocking a little from side to side as it gained speed. As Anna looked around at all the buttons and complex controls she was quite impressed with herself for coming up with a plan that would keep her from driving the behemoth; she never would have made it to Saints Row in one piece.
"I can drop you off in the suburbs, that's where I am heading..." The driver interrupted her musing "On a pretty tight schedule..." He told her simply.
Adrenaline began to pulse through her as she reached for the gun in the back of her shorts, and she prayed the rest of her plan went as smoothly as it had thus far.
"Actually you're gonna head to Saints Row..." Anna said to the man, revealing the gun to him.
"What the fuck!" The driver swore, swerving dangerously as he looked at her, terror clear on his face. He looked completely dumbfounded like he couldn't believe that he actually had a gun pointing at his head.
"This thing isn't just for show..." Anna threatened putting the pistol against the man's temple "Don't make me use it..."
"Alright ! Alright!" The driver said frantically "Just don't kill me!" and with that he pulled off onto the next exit and began heading in the direction of Saints Row.
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Roughly 20 minutes later Anna and the trucker arrived at Sampson's shop in Saints Row. Upon arrival the driver parked the truck right outside Sampson's modest garage, the massive truck and trailer some how managing to fit into the fenced yard.
After parking Anna instructed the driver to exit the truck with her, and kept her gun on him as they both entered the shop. She spotted Sampson immediately as he was the only person in the garage. He was a middle aged balding man covered in car grease; like pretty much every mechanic the girl had ever met.
"Hey! You must be that new kid!" Sampson greeted as he approached "Lin said you'd be coming"
"Great, I got the whole truck outside ready for ya" Anna told him.
"Alright. I'll get started on those cars then..." Sampson said before looking at the nervous man Anna had her gun pointed at "Who's this guy?" He asked Anna raising an eyebrow
"My names Larry-" The trucker said shakily before Anna cut him off.
"He's the truck driver, I don't know how to drive big trucks so he is helping me out..."
Sampson laughed. "Well, the waiting room is just over there" He told her gesturing to a room at the back of the garage with windows on all the walls "This may take me a bit..."
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A couple hours had passed since Anna had first arrived at Sampson's garage with the load of race cars, and she still sat in the waiting room at the back of the shop with Larry the trucker. She still had her gun pointing at him even from her slouched down position while she watched the black and white tv in the corner of the room with idle interest.
"I-I also have 2 grand-kids..." Larry nervously told her. The last couple hours Anna had been tortured with listening all about Larry's family as he tried to bargain with her to spare his life.
"Larry, I don't plan on killing you..." Anna growled, finally speaking for the first time since they had sat down. She had been hoping if she didn't reply he would stop talking. "but if you don't shut up I may just change my mind..."
Larry was immediately silent after that.
Another hour passed before Sampson finally entered the small waiting room. "Alright, all the cars are done" He told her.
"Great. Lets go Larry..." Anna said as she rose to her feet and headed out of the waiting room with Larry right behind her.
"Alright Larry here's the deal..." Anna spoke up when they got to the truck "You're gonna deliver these cars without a word. If you do anything to alert the Rollerz that you met me today or that we did anything to these cars I will personally see to it that you're entire family is killed. Do you understand me?" Anna threatened darkly. It was more of a bluff than anything else really. She didn't actually think this man was at all affiliated with the Rollerz, but she wasn't taking any chances.
"Y- yes ma'am..." Larry stuttered.
"Good... now get going" She said tucking away her NR4 "I'll leave it up to you to come up with an excuse as to why you are delivering so behind schedule" He just nodded nervously in response, backing away towards his truck.
With that the man jumped up into the cab, started the roaring engine then rolled slowly away. Anna stood and watched until the truck was out of sight then pulled her phone from her back pocket and typed a quick text addressed to Lin just as she had requested.
Cars are taken care of, The Rollerz won't suspect a thing...
I managed to update in less than 1 week, I must be getting better at this. :)
Thanks for reading~! :)
