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"Hey, girl, come over here." Troy called. I walked over.

"So, you got a piece?"

I showed him my pistol.

"Good for you. Now, we need to take back the Row. To do this, we're gonna start with some drivebys. It's pretty damn easy, just shoot when I say so. Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go. I got a car round the front."

We walked out of the church, and got into a car, probably Troy's. After that, we basically drove around, me shooting at some Vice Kings. I probably killed about seven. But, on the last one, I suddenly had a flashback. Of the day my sister died.

"Come on Crystal, we'll be here for-ev-er if we don't hurry up!" I called, dragging out the forever as much as I could.

"Alright, alright. Hold on, I'm coming."

My sister came up from behind me. She was tall and slim, with blue and pink hair. Yeah, you heard me.

"Careful Kate, there's a gang ahead. Stay behind me, ok?"

"Yes Crystal."

Even then I knew gangs were to be feared, and not played with. Well, if you couldn't defend yourself.

"Oh no. Kate, get down!"

They were the last words I heard her say, as bullets poured our way. I turned, and saw two red cars growling up behind us. They were aiming for the gang in front of us, but we were in the way. Crystal was shot twice, but that was enough. I ran away quickly, my eyes flooded with tears...

"Hey, girl?"

It was Troy. I had been staring into space for about a minute after shooting the Vice King.

"You ok?"

I nodded. I wasn't explaining this to someone I barely knew, even if he was a Saint.

"What's your name anyway?"

"Kate."

"Ok then, Kate, we're going to Forgive and Forget. We don't want the whole gang on our tail. Anytime you're in too much trouble, go right there and they'll cover up everything. For a price."

We drove through a drive-through at the side of the highway, then Troy bought me some Freckle Bitch's. I was pretty much silent the whole way through. Near the end of our meal, Troy's phone buzzed. He picked it up, then handed it to me.

"It's Julius. He didn't get your phone number."

I nodded, holding it to my ear.

"Good work playa...word has gotten out that the Saints ain't bullshittin', now we gotta lock our rep down."

"And how do we do that?" I asked.

"Jesus, I think that's the longest sentence I've ever heard you say!" Troy exclaimed.

"No ideas yet. But we'll think of something. Meanwhile, I meant what I said. You kill any motherfucker you see wearing the wrong colours. You feel me?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then. See you later, playa."