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The Saints drove back to the hotel, tiredness heavy on their eyes. The Boss called up Kinzie to calm her down and update her. Kinzie was not too happy when he called.
"Hey, Kinzie, we've finished the job," the Boss said, happy about the work done.
"Good lord, what the hell happened to you all!? What did you do?" Kinzie asked, again yelling into the phone.
"Making some new friends in town, took us some time," the Boss replied, holding the earpiece away from his hurt eardrum.
What do you mean by that?" Kinzie asked, her anger lowering.
"I'll explain later, when we get back to the hotel," the Boss answered.
"I hope you didn't do anything stupid," Kinzie said, ending the call.
They moved quickly to the hotel, silence reining over the occupants. It was unsurprising, as everyone was tired from the gun fight earlier. They did follow most driving laws, so it took them twenty minutes to arrive at the hotel. They all exited, taking the elevator up to the penthouse.
Kinzie was at the door, waiting for the Boss to walk in. If the Boss was concerned before, he was terrified now. Kinzie was furious, and her eyes bore into the Boss, threatening to kill him if he had fucked up.
"Glad you're back," Kinzie said, her voice betraying her real emotions. "I thought you would be quieter on this one, what has gotten into you?!"
"Oh come on, I just stuck to the plan," the Boss tried to explain. "We went out there and made some friends."
"You nearly blew our cover! Have you seen the news?" Kinzie asked. Everyone shook their heads and Kinzie flipped on the TV.
A woman reporter was explaining the situation that had happened earlier in Bohan. The Boss and Pierce each had a massive smile plastered on their faces, each high fiving the other.
"Hell yeah!" they both said at the same time.
"Well, I see we can hide forever in this city," Viola said, sarcasm dripping with every word.
"It is clear you made quite an impact," Oleg said, coming from another room in the penthouse.
"Why am I not surprised?" Kinzie said, lightly shaking her head.
"I know you must be happy about your 'masterpiece,' but you realize we have to think about a new plan of attack, right?" Kinzie informed.
"Relax Kinzie; we got a gang from this city to join us. They probably know the game here," the Boss told Kinzie.
"Holy shit, I never thought you'd try that," Kinzie said, genuinely shocked. "Who's our new partnership with?"
"The Uptown Riders," the Boss said.
"Well, according to this data, they–" Kinzie started to say, but was interrupted by Shaundi.
"Don't bother, we learned that shit hasn't been update since fucking 2008," Shaundi informed Kinzie.
"Wow, I knew Steelport Police were shitty, but the cops here seem to be on a whole other level," Kinzie said, learning more and more that day.
The three guys sneered a little; Zimos had gone off to do something. Viola only nodded in agreement.
"Apparently you never saw the ones in Stilwater," Shaundi said.
"Gotta admit, Stilwater pigs are the worst," Pierce added. "After the first Saints took over, despite being out of the game for years, they didn't do shit and let three gangs have their way somehow."
"That's cute," Viola said. "In Steelport, the Syndicate owned the law enforcement."
"And now they're dead," Shaundi dug, knowing it would get under Viola's skin.
"Yeah, I know! Don't remind me," Viola said, storming off to her room.
"How about we drop the subject and go to sleep. Tomorrow, we'll go to the Uptown Riders' Crib to prepare a first assault with Malc," the Boss suggested, no one arguing and disappearing into their respectful rooms.
0800 Majestic Hotel
Everyone woke up and prepared for the day, all of them doing eating something that was breakfast. Oleg and Kinzie set up a computer station, both of them looking over the map of the city. The rest of the Saints all headed down stairs and got into the stolen car from yesterday.
"Hey, Boss, don't forget about the GPS," Peirce said, earning a chuckle from the others.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," the Boss replied, trying to ignore Pierce.
"What do you plan for the day?" Shaundi asked from the passenger seat, Pierce being put in the back because if his comment.
"I don't know; robbery, gunfight, snatching?" the Boss answered. "Depends what Malc has got for us."
"That's very vague, but as long as you don't get us into too much deep shit, I'll follow," Shaundi said, shrugging at the end.
"Don't worry, playa, when it comes to bitches, Viola and I will take care of it," Zimos unexpectedly said.
"I'll give it a shot," Viola added. "Running prostitution once again, but with the Saints, should be fun."
"Damn, I think that's the first time I heard Viola talk about 'fun'" Pierce said.
"What can I say, I am human after all," Viola replied, shrugging slightly.
"Yeah, that doesn't suit you at all," Shaundi said.
"I'm just dedicated to my job is all," Viola argued. "But seriously, Shaundi, you're not really the person who can tell me that."
"Well, unlike you, I was a drugged-up, fun loving girl who was a good-for-nothing, until I realized I should change and be more serious," Shaundi argued back. "You on the other hand, you worked all your life without real rest, and since you've joined the Saints, none of us have seen you smile once. But don't think I'm concerned about that."
"What Shaundi is trying to say; you need to relax once in a while, after we're done with our conquest," Peirce simplified.
"It's true, you act serious all the time," the Boss interjected.
"Just get back to driving, damn it," Viola spat.
"Like it or not, I' concerned about all my crew," the Boss said.
"Relaxing isn't an option right now, and we have a city to control, don't we?" Viola asked.
"Hell yeah, shit, I hear ya girl!" the Boss said, earning chuckles from the whole group.
Everyone had finished teasing Viola, and no longer after they arrived at the Uptown Riders Safe house. They quickly unloaded and headed inside, finding Desean and Malc by the bar. Malc yelled over the small crowd to the Saints.
"Playa, Pierce! Over here!"
"Hey, Malc, what's up?" the Boss said, moving up to the Uptown Riders' leaders. "So, you have something for us?"
"It's doing good, man," Malc first answered. "Indeed, I got some shit that could interest ya. Desean and me have planned to go to Bohan Warehouse and drop some bitches, but going there with only the two of us would be suicide. I thought you and your crew could help us out. You in?"
"Malc, why do you need to go there?" Pierce asked.
"The Spanish Lordes used to make deals with Papi before he got fucked up by them. And he said this is where they hide their shit, at least in Bohan," Malc answered.
"That's big enough for a start," the Boss said, loading a clip into his D-eagle.
"Before we go, I want you to take one of our bikes, playa. I wanna see how you handle yourself on one of our beautiful machines," Malc asked.
"Sounds like a challenge to me!" the Boss said, excitement growing from the idea of a challenge. "Alright guys, take the car, I'm gonna show Malc here how the Saints ride."
"Aight then, people follow me," Malc said, leading the Boss around back and gave him a bike to us.
The Boss was given a Bati 800 sports bike, and they all took off. The Boss was able to keep pace with Malc and Desean, the two not very surprised considering he was a gang leader. They moved into Bohan once again, and because of the events the day prior, kept a low profile. They arrived at the warehouse with no one noticing them and dismounted their rides.
"Are you sure about this?" Pierce raised the first concerns. "What if there is nobody here?"
"I know what I'm doing, nigga! If they keep their shit here, there will always be some dumbass crackers to look on like dogs," Malc explain, acting hurt.
"Pretty smart of you," Viola commented.
"Being black doesn't mean you can't think, girl!" Malc said, not really feeling hurt.
"Actually, I didn't even do a racial joke," Viola replied, making Malc feel a little stupid.
"Do they have bitches?" Zimos asked, changing the conversation to keep it from getting bad.
"Who know, but seriously, your voice still freaks me out," Desean said.
"Only one way to find out," the Boss said, pulling out his hand cannon. "Peirce, Shaundi, and I will go first, discreetly. At my signal, if there are some muscle in there, everyone shoot everything on sight. Then we look for the material."
"A classic, I like it," Malc agreed.
"That's great and all, but how are we gonna wear everything we took from these fuckers?" Desean asked.
"You really listen to nothing!" Malc said. "I told you back at the crib, we'll send the crew to collect everything, while you were 'molesting' your girlfriend."
"Shut the fuck up, man! No one needs to know that!" Desean said, embarrassment on his face.
"No, you shut your embarrassed-ass up! You want to come at us and run off with the stuff?" Malc accused.
"Can we go now, or are you two not finished arguing like bitches?" Shaundi asked, getting a little tired at the two.
"Guys! Let's not fight each other, okay? We got a job to do," the Boss said.
This got the two to stop their arguing and got things a little more under control. The three Saints moved ahead with the plan and entered the abandoned-looking warehouse slowly. The Boss was on point when he signaled for his lieutenants to get down and find cover. Shaundi and Pierce moved behind a dyke, the old dry stone hiding the Saints. They waited there until a couple of Spanish Lordes member moved up.
"You heard about yesterday?" one of the members asked, his accent heavy. "Some bastards killed some of our hermanos, and we don't even know who they are."
"Why do they protect this has been?" another guy asked. "They don't know what those pendajos have gotten themselves into."
The Boss gave the signal, ordering for the quiet warehouse to turn into the war zone. The two Uptown Riders and the rest of the Saints moved into the building, catching the Spanish Lordes' members off guard.
"Hello, motherfucker!" Malc yelled, bursting into the building.
"3rd street in da house!" Pierce announced.
"Featuring the Uptown Riders!" Desean added, moving in behind Peirce.
Malc and Desean quickly took out the two guards who had been talking, silencing them. The rest of the Spanish Lordes heard the gun fire and started to race over to the noise, finding the Uptown Riders and Third Street Saints. They raised their weapons and begun to fire, but their accuracy was shit. The Boss, Pierce, and Shaundi had to remain in cover though; the suppressing fire would still hurt.
Viola and Zimos entered behind Malc and Desean, weapons up and fingers hovering over the trigger. They spotted some Spanish Lordes moving forward and took them out before they could do any serious damage. The Boss saw the lessen weapon fire and moved out of cover, firing two shots from his Desert Eagle. The rounds collided with two of the enemy gang members, dropping them where they stood.
"Yeah, two more down on the count!" the Boss yelled.
"Watch it, we got more coming on up here," Pierce warned.
"What the fuck?!" A Spanish Lorde member said as he walked up. "There are only 7 of those putas, and they're giving us a hard time?! Do something about this, damn it!"
One of the Spanish Lordes was about to gun Malc and Desean down from behind some machinery, but he was soon noticed by Viola. Thinking quickly, Viola fired a burst into the guy with her weapon and dropped him where he stood. The Boss saw the opening and rushed the stairs. Pierce and Shaundi followed, but were stopped by weapons fired from up top. The man who shot at them was unaware of the Boss moving in from behind, and was even more surprised when he felt a sharp pain in his testicules. The Spanish Lorde was gripping his balls as the Boss curb-stomped his face in.
"Watch you back next time," Viola suggested.
"There won't be a next time, I ain't gonna make the same mistake twice!" Malc replied.
"You guys okay down there?" the boss asked over the side.
"We're fine!" Viola answered. "Go find a guy who knows where they're locking everything down."
However, there just happened to be around ten guys still standing in the Boss's way. The leader of the Saints knew he had to keep at least one of them alive to tell him where they hid everything. The rest were expendable.
"Kill these putas already!" one Spanish Lorde said.
"And Protect the package, mis hermanos!" another one said.
"You should have tried harder, faggots!" the Boss yelled at them.
The Boss saw he was in a kill zone, but his luck was not out as he was able to take cover behind a low wall. The Spanish Lordes tried to shoot him, but the rounds did nothing more then shoot up small pieces of concrete. The Boss fired over his cover, but his aim was gone and was only able to remove one of the gang members.
"Shit, there's too many of them!" the Boss yelled, reloading his weapon.
"Don't worry Boss, we got this!" Pierce shouted, moving up the stairs and firing into the crowd of Spanish Lordes.
"Get the fuck off him!" Shaundi yelled, also moving up and shooting the crowd.
Pierce and Shaundi sacrificed accuracy and kills for saving the Boss. Only two Spanish Lordes were taken out from the rush, but it disorientated them long enough for the Boss to get back into the fight. The Boss emptied his fresh clip into the crowd, earning cries of pain from everyone who was hit. Each round hit a different target, taking out six of the remaining seven. One round entered one guy, exited, and entered the guy behind him. The last guy tried to shoot the Boss as he was reloading, but Pierce put a stop to it with a round in his knee cap.
"Try to walk away!" the Boss said, aiming his weapon at the crippled gang member.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing attacking us for?" the wounded gang member asked.
"Your stuff, where is it?" the Boss asked, ignoring the questions asked.
"The fuck are you talking about?" the Spanish Lorde said, trying to fane ignorance.
"Don't bullshit us, where is your stuff? Tell us now!" the Boss shouted, placing the hand cannon to the guy's head.
"If you do this, you're making a big mistake. The drugs aren't ours, it belongs to the Triad. When they find out about this, they'll tear you apart like residuos," the gang member warned.
"Yeah, yeah, I ate some freckled bitches and I wanted a blowjob," the Boss replied. "Now tell us where the stuff if, and I might let you live."
"There are two bag, in the closet," the Spanish Lorde said, pointing his head towards a closed door.
The Boss kneed the guy in the head, knocking him out cold. Malc and Pierce looked in the closet, and inside were the two bags that the guy had said would be in there. They took the bags and headed down stairs.
"Nice job, playa," Malc complimented.
"I hope you won't shit your pants because we just robbed the Triad at the same time," the Boss commented.
"Oh…" Desean just stared like he was fucked.
"Shit!" Malc said, starting to freak out.
"You should see the look on your faces," Viola said, a small smile on her face.
"Great, this is the second time I came here, just to get the Triad on my ass," Malc said.
"Wait, you've come here before?" the Boss asked.
"It's a long story, but let's get the fuck outta here," Malc said, no one arguing there.
They loaded the bags into the car, so as not to be suspected of stealing from the Triad. They made their way to the Uptown Riders' crib, the Boss talking to Malc as they rode next to each other.
"Malc, why did you go there before?" the Boss asked.
"A friend of mine had to kidnap some European guy for the Russian Mafia and I provided him with a car," Malc informed the boss.
"And for what reason?" the Boss inquired.
"His bitch was into meth and got debt because of it," Malc said.
"Poor man, but is he the same guy you told me about yesterday?" the Boss wondered.
"Yeah! He was the leader of the lost MC. His gang ended after he run into Liberty City Penitentiary just to kill his former boss, who was about to play snitch," Malc informed the Boss.
"Just like me, he killed his former leader for betrayal, and unlike me he didn't get blown the fuck up in a boat and get revenge later," the Boss said, remembering what happened.
"Wow, shit man, what did he do that for?" Malc asked.
"He thought I was too much of a sociopath to run the gang and all I did was turning Vice Kings that wore purple," the Boss said.
"You're talking about the former gang of the Regicide's author Benjamin King?! Kis book inspires me so much," Malc said, a little shocked.
"Yeah, of course, but what happened to your guy? And you didn't tell me what his name was."
"His name is Johnny Klebitz and all I know is that he ran off to Los Santos and I never heard of him again," Malc informed the Boss.
"You think he got killed?" the Boss asked.
"The guy can survive waves of gangs easily! I don't see anybody getting the best of him," Malc said, confident in his statement.
"It would have been cool to have him in my crew, he sounds a little like Johnny Gat," the Boss said.
"I heard what happened to him, and I heard rumors about him also," Malc said, sympathy in his voice.
"It's like it was yesterday; killing waves of cops was a daily thing to him," the Boss said, reflecting on Johnny. "The man got stabbedmany times, but managed always to fight back. Hell, one time he even got shot in the knee and stabbed the guy back in the leg."
"Crap man, that's the kind of motherfucka you don't wanna fuck with," Malc said.
"Well, he was…" the Boss said, sadness just beneath the surface.
"Sorry if I brought that shit up," Malc apologize. "Losing a crew close to you is always hard to accept."
"Don't worry man, the Saints avenged him months ago," the Boss said, new energy in his voice. "We crushed their leader with a giant ball, making the other two run away like bitches."
"Damn, I'm surprised you let them live, but you sure find some good ways to kill people," Malc complimented.
"Actually, one of them made a high end company propriety of the Saints. The other lived because I saved my homies during that S.T.A.G. shit," the Boss informed Malc.
"Anti-gang army, biggest bullshit I've ever heard," Malc agreed.
"You don't say!" the Boss said.
They arrived at the Uptown Riders' crib, parking the vehicles on the side of the building. They heading inside the building and all took a seat at a farther off table.
"We touched the jackpot, but do you know when you're gonna sell it?" Shaundi asked.
"She's right, we can sell nothing as long as those fuckers are all around the place," the Boss said.
"With Malc and Desean, I should be able to tell you where those bitches hang around; find their drug connection and add more bitches for Zimos and Viola," Peirce said.
"Thanks, I'll appreciate that," Zimos thanked.
"Here, take Papi's number," Desean said, handing the Boss a piece of paper. "He'll probably know how to help ya out."
"Thanks man," the Boss accepted.
Aight, piece man," Malc said, shaking the Boss's hand. "With some of the our guys, me, and Desean, we'll clear this shit out."
"See ya later, Malc. Be careful," the Boss said, walking out with his gang.
"Don't worry, we got this," Malc yelled out, nodding his head in satisfaction.
The Saints climbed into the car and started to head for the hotel. The Boss thought it was a good time to phone Kinzie.
"Allo, Kinzie, we hit something big and –" the Boss started, but was cut off by an excited Kinzie.
"Yeah, I know, you just annihilated everything and took the merchandise with you," Kinzie said in one breath.
"What, how do you know that?" the Boss asked, a little worried.
"I tapped your phone and observed you, via satellite with Oleg," Kinzie answered, calming the Boss a little.
"You hard a time, didn't you?" Oleg asked over the phone.
"That's not true, I handled myself back there," the Boss said defensively.
"I have to admit, it's quite a good start, but we have to get the guys from Steelport and fast," Kinzie suggested.
"This is how the Saints get shit done," the Boss said, happy to now get ready to build his force in the city.
"I'll make the call for that," Pierce said, getting on his phone immediately.
"Good, just don't try to kill people on the way back, bye," Kinzie said.
"Can't promise anything," the Boss said, grinning like an idiot. Kinzie hung up the phone with no other words.
Apartment in Alderney
Niko was watching the news on TV. They were talking about another gun fight in Bohan, and again the one responsible were still unknown. But Niko knew the truth, the Saints were in town.
"I don't know if I will be able to protect Roman," Niko said to no one. "The Saints fucked up an Anti-Gang army and a solidified gang. Damn it, how could I protect you against something like this? But as long as they don't go after him, it'll be fine…"
