A/N: Thank you for your 2 year wait. Cut it short because I'm about to eat. Will have next chapter up before Next Sunday.

Prison Break

"Not that I'm complaining," Carlos began, his voice uneven from Boss flooring the gas on the Cop Car. "But please tell me you know what you're doing!"

Of course, his question was answered by the fact that she had yet to crash. In fact, she made every turn with expert precision, as if she were a professional racer. It was kind of strange since she went at least two years without driving.

Boss scoffed dismissively, not once pulling her eyes from the road. As she sped down the prison island's long driveway, a barricade of police cars were closing in, all nestled together, cops surrounding it like a hive of angry bees. But Boss didn't slow down. Instead, she steered the stolen car towards the right just so, aiming for a rock formation that inclined into the air over the wall next to the barricade. "Watch this," she instructed, slamming her foot down even harder on the pedal, as if willing the vehicle to go faster than it's already maxed top speed.

Carlos panicked only momentarily, quickly uttering "shit", before snapping his seatbelt in and forcing his body as much as he could into the seat. The car soon careened off of the impromptu ramp, soaring over the barricade, to the utter shock of the police. At the moment of landing, Boss drifted the car into a park before quickly diving out of the window.

"Come on, hurry the fuck up!" she ordered impatiently, palming the floor of the car for a gun. She quickly grabbed a gun of semi-auto make and looked up, checking on Carlos' progress. He was outside the car by the dock, already preparing to hotwire one of the moored police grade speed boats. Boss quickly ran to the passenger side of the abandoned car, taking careful aim at the engine. She judged distance before stepping back a few paces. The muffled sound of Police sirens were slowly increasing in volume. Looking through the iron sights, she squeezed the trigger.

It seemed to take a long, agonizing quarter of a minute before smoke finally seemed to rise from the car.

It exploded. It seemed to jump a few feet in the air like one who was bit by an angry horsefly. The unexpected light show startled Carlos and he turned just in time to see several of the police cars crash into the destroyed one, causing a chain reaction of carnage, man and metal.

"Damn," he muttered, trying his best to stay focused on hotwiring the boat. After a few more seconds, the boat's engine roared to life, and Boss jumped into the passenger seat. He had to admit, he probably never would have managed that whole car chase from minutes before. He also didn't know that Boss was that crazy to essentially perform parkour with a one ton vehicle. Internally, he was trying to decide if that was sexy or batshit insane.

"You take the gun! I'll get us out of here," he announced while nodding towards the machine gun mounted on the water vehicle, in dire need of something to distract himself. Boss seemed to be in agreement as he heard rummaging before the cock of a gun.

"Floor it, mane," she said before he heard the whirl of helicopter blades. Carlos cursed under his breath, slamming his foot on the accelerator.

Not a moment sooner, he heard the exchange of bullets and knew that Boss was taking care of it, so he focused on his part. The island prison was already a shrinking landscape behind them. Their immediate problem now were the attack choppers and military grade speedboats behind them. The boats were probably the more immediate threat, taking into account it's quite heavy firepower.

Using his experience with Speedboats, which amounted to 3 hours at a beach resort, he weaved through the water as much as he could, attempting to gain make distance from their pursuers.

The noise of the engine was definitely a helpful distraction from the prison officers trying to kill them.

A particularly bright flash of light caused him to duck instinctively. Glancing behind him, he saw the rather massive wreckage of now defunct ships and helicopters littering the waters.

"Dayumn, girl," Carlos whistled approvingly. "My bro's told me stories of some of the things you do," he said, slowing the boat down as the Row materialized into view after passing an overhead bridge. "Honestly, I thought he was exaggerating."

The gunner finally put down her weapon and slid forward into the passenger seat.

"By how much?"

"Eh, a little bit," Carlos admitted. Boss only scoffed, a smile on her face as she shook her head. Looking forward, she noticed the Ultor executive building.

Ultor. She wondered if she should kill that prick, Dane Vogel, again. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility. That asshole tried to destroy the Saints when he realized they couldn't be completely manipulated like some of the other gangs were. Yeah, she'll probably kill the guy, only because she knew he was a two-timer. If there was anything she hated more than finding out that a piece for her unicorn collection was sold out, it was cowards who went back on their word.

"That's the Row?" she asked, keeping up appearances of not recognizing the renovated district.

Next to her, Carlos shook his head sadly, as if reminiscing about a dead friend. "It is now..."

"When'd this happen?"

"When Ultor got involved," Carlos chuckled humorlessly, repositioning his skull cap. The exchange brought back memories for Boss and she found herself remembering everything that was said the first time.

"The clothing company?" she asked. Her friend nodded.

"After Hughes was killed in that bombing of yours, Ultor picked up the pieces," he explained, pointing to a lot of the monitor displays and advertisements littering the district. "Now they're everywhere," he shrugged. "In TV's, billboards, in stores..." He shook his head, pointing at the executive building she spotted earlier.

"Hell, if you ever forget who Ultor is, just look towards Saints Row, and you'll that fuckin' eye sore."

Boss nodded mutely. That's right, she almost forgot one of the reasons she killed Vogel in the first place. The Row used to be the center of the Saints, the headquarters. Killing him would be one step to getting it back.