Sorry for the delay, I've been running out of ideas so I guess this means this story has almost run its course. :\ I know this chapter isn't as good. It's a little slow and rushed and I know that. It's no excuse, but I promise the pace will pick up once we get out of the courtroom.

Like I said, I'll be continuing for a few more chapters. This wasn't intended to be anything more than a oneshot, actually.

Please continue reading and reviewing, I really appreciate it!

Palladio

It wasn't long before the leader of the Saints soon found herself helplessly restrained from making any more comments. The bailiff, who had also had enough of her outbursts, quickly followed the orders to handcuff her wrists to prevent any future flare ups from the fiery haired woman.

In a surprising move, she had additionally agreed with Legal Lee to keep silent for the rest of her trial. She had already incriminated herself to the point of no return, and now the single thing they could do to lessen her sentence was to remain hushed for the time being. The possibility of the sky falling really felt probable now, and instead of dozing off or being an asshole Liz forced herself to stare down at the wood of the desk in front of her. Her movements were greatly limited because of the cuffs, and without any sort of conscience inside of her to make her feel bad she forced herself to think of what was going to occur after a few more grueling hours.

If Pierce didn't get his ass in that courthouse, the noble Judge Melmack would get her revenge.

Or, if you were looking at things through the perspective of a citizen, a hardened criminal would be getting what she deserved as long as her accomplice didn't catch up to her.

It was true that sometimes good things happened to bad people. She was a living example of this.

But when this happens, the moral people usually got their retribution in the end.

The grain of the desk was starting to flow together into a murky reddish brown in her eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder if the blended shade was from the tears forming in her eyes.

The last time she had shed a single tear was at Johnny's funeral, and she would never be willing to discuss that. She was sure that she would never mention these snivels to anyone once this was over.

That is, if she even made it out of the courtroom.

The prosecuting lawyer's opening statement and witnesses had gone by in a motionless blur. Although time had been passing for a good two hours, numerous people in the room still weren't sure if they had been there for merely two minutes or for more than an eternity. Most of the time was wasted by showing the jury how ruthless Liz had been to Stilwater and their sister city, Steelport.

Nobody had even bothered to mention how the Saints had protected the Row for the past ten years. They had also neglected to notice that under the Saints leadership, Steelport had been saved from martial law.

These weren't excuses to ignore the law on Liz's behalf, but they were the only arguing points that remained for her.

The trial slugged on at an incredibly slow rate. What was supposed to be the trial of the decade had turned into absolutely nothing within an hour.

What none of them knew was that something was about to happen in the courtroom that not even the defendant was expecting.

What was even more shocking was that someone was about to go out with a very pronounced bang.

It wasn't long before Pierce Washington had literally thrown himself in his Torch and began to drive to the Stilwater District Courthouse unaccompanied. Despite the rowdiest movement of Vivaldi's Four Seasons playing on his classic radio station, he gripped the wheel calmly and checked that his pistol was ready in his pocket. His plan was simple; go in, get Liz, and get the fuck out of there before someone had both of their heads on a chopping block. His ammo was limited along with his time, and if he was going to be punctual he was also going to have to have more than a small plan. Unfortunately for him, this was all he had drawn out in his head. The black man swerved across a corner, narrowly avoiding a crowd of hos that had been directly in his path. He sighed and wiped a few beads of sweat on his forehead; this was harder than he had expected.

He had neglected to tell the crew about his plan to rescue their leader before he left. He figured that if he was able to get his friend out alive, the least he could do was surprise everybody about it. Everyone in the Saints' had been mostly down in the dumps about the entire Liz ordeal, especially since it caused everyone's favorite drinking and combat buddy to not be around. Without a true leading body, the Saints had been lazing around like sitting ducks.

As Pierce pulled into the parking lot and saw the reporting vans waiting anxiously around the building, an odd sense of pressure was building on his ego. There had to be at least ten anchors babbling and repeating the same information constantly, and among them was the infamous Jane Valderamma. If the Saints ever had something going on, the whole damn town knew she was the one that was going to report it.

The lieutenant slammed the purple door shut and tucked his weapon in his back pocket before striding up to the white steps of the municipal structure. All at once, camera whirred towards him and the shouts from everyone from paparazzi to journalists. It was sensory overload; he had been used to the cameras, but even for Stilwater this was outright bizarre. The Saints were famous millionaires, but it was then that he realized how serious this trial was.

He had known that his friend could have possibly been put to death, but he had not realized that it would really truly happen.

All at once, he pushed past the people in his way and heaved himself towards the sizable doors that stood between him and the trial. He slipped his hand in his pocket and slipped out his pistol before beginning his solo siege on the Stilwater District Judicial Branch.

If Liz was able to run a one man show with just a pistol, he could sure as hell do it too.

Could you tell that I didn't edit that? I'm battling exhaustion...lol. Time to go play some more Skyrim.