Viola sat nervously in the passenger's side of the Boss's black Neuron, with Farid in the back seat and the Boss contently in the driver's seat, and they were both eating a burger they had bought from Freckle Bitches. They were sitting in the restaurants car-park, looking across the street at a block of apartment buildings, waiting to see if their wanted arsonist would make his move.
"So when are we move in and find this bastard?" Viola had to ask, the three had been waiting in the car for an hour, and yet nothing had happened. The Boss looked to her, and then at his own reflection in the windshield, then gathered his thoughts to create the next stage of his plan.
"As soon as we block off every route of escape, we'll start this shit off." He replied, he had finished his burger and threw the wrapper out of the window, onto the ground, and Farid quickly followed his actions by doing the same with the wrapper from his burger. "Farid, has everyone finished yet?"
Farid reached into his cargo pants pocket, checked his messages on his phone, and returned to facing the Boss.
"They've established a perimeter across the whole district, set up blockades on the railroads, and has explosives planted to each road intersection. As soon as they've sent out groups on boats to watch over the river, we'll be ready." Farid concluded, as he began listing what the Saints had done, the Boss and Viola looked straight at each other, both impressed by the young man's strategic plan.
"So…He's not going anywhere?" The Boss asked, but he knew secretly that he didn't need to bother, he was just hoping to build up Farid's confidence.
"Not unless he has grown wings…" Farid laughed; he tried to come up with a good joke for the situation, and to make him feel more comfortable, the Boss laughed along with him. Viola being Viola, simply smiled politely at Farid, choosing to neither getting his hopes up too much nor making him want to resent her.
"Wait…Something's wrong." Farid leaned forward out of his chair and held his phone closely to his face as he reluctantly broke the Boss's good mood. "Pierce's just sent me a message, Goddamn it!"
"What's wrong?" The Boss asked, he was about to let out a deep sigh but after seeing the eyes Viola darted at him, and the apologetic look on Farid's face, he held it in.
"He's under the impression that you wanted the arsonist taken out ASAP and has decided to come alone to execute him...I-I'm sorry Boss…" Farid replied, he tossed the phone onto the seat next to him, and looked down at his shoes in anger. The Boss put his hand on Farid's shoulder, noticing his self-esteem issues.
"It's not your fault Farid…I'll call the smug bastard." As the Boss turned to get his phone from his pocket, Viola nodded happily to him, noticing how much the Boss is treating Farid differently to the late Carlos Mendoza. He dialled Pierce's number, and sat in a very uncomfortable position, which only made him angrier.
"Pierce, I thought you had plans for tonight…" The Boss snarled, he truly was in a bad mood and was taking out on the man responsible for the change in plan.
"I've made some free time; the Saints come first don't they?"
"Where are you?" The Boss demanded, but he quickly realised he wasn't going to get a straight answer.
"You know me…I love to make an entrance!"
Pierce hung up on the Boss and the leader put his phone back into his pocket, and looked out towards the penthouses worringly. Both Viola and Farid had focused their sights keenly on the penthouses as well, and the three were stunned when they saw Pierce arrive. He had chosen his favourite mode of transport; a helicopter, and was playing Mozart very loudly on the radio. Within minutes, he had blown the entire complex to dust.
"Well, if you're going to fuck up, may as well get it out of the way…" The Boss decided. "Farid, tell the guys to move in, no point in playing it subtle anymore!"
"You got it!" Farid replied, the three Saints had run out of the car across the street, and they quickly reached what remained of the penthouses.
They were quickly joined by the rest of the Saints, but as they searched through the debris, they could not find the arsonist. They couldn't even find anyone. No men, women or children, or even a dog. The Boss was concerned by this, and as he stood looking across the street, the thought he didn't want to think crossed his mind.
"AMBUSH! TAKE COVER!"
Rockets blasted towards the Saints from across the Saints, and the Boss quickly pulled Viola's hand, and brought her to shelter behind the Foreign Power car dealership shop next to the apartment block. Farid stayed with the Saints in what remained of the apartment block, and they returned fire onto the assailants with brute force, whom looked as though they were firing from a nightclub in the distance.
"What do we do now!?" Viola asked, she armed herself with an AR-55 and looked towards the Boss with concern in her eyes, as she didn't know her way around Stilwater, and they had no idea what they were up against.
"We return fire! We'll move across the street, and take 'em out!" The Boss decided, he brought out his own rocket launcher and with the taste of fast-food in his mouth, he charged across the road, waving a rocket launcher in the air and screaming aggressive taunts like the madman he was.
Before he had a chance to fight back at the gunmen, he looked into the distance and nearly fell back at his astonishment; he saw hundreds of men, marching on the streets in front of him, all in neat rows wielding rifles.
He knew how the fight was going to end; there hundreds of them, and only around fifty of the Saints. He noticed that the explosives that were planted on the roads were strangely disarmed by the gunmen and all of the Saints that were supposed to be watching from the other roads were all dead.
With anger and a bitter resentment in his eyes, the Boss decided to make the decision that no one else could make.
He told Viola to go back to call Pierce for an evacuation, and to retreat with Farid and the others, whilst he distracted the small army.
Of course, Viola objected to the Boss's plan, calling his insane and very senseless, but the Boss reminded her that he was their leader, and that she had to do what he said. He knew that was the only way to keep her safe. Viola then unwillingly ran back to the apartment block to regroup with Farid and the others, whilst calling Pierce for aerial transport.
The Boss stood looking out towards the small militia, and all he could think of, was Viola. He knew that deep down, she was right, and he should not attempt to sacrifice himself for her and the others, but to him, it wasn't a choice. He had let other friends like Johnny and Lin go off to fight his enemies for him, to give him a chance to fight back and to avenge them. But not today.
Now the Boss was giving the Saints something to avenge, and he was going to prove how much he cares for his friends, despite how many people called him an asshole. He was going to do it, like Johnny did it.
Despite his legendary history for gunfights, and always defeating the impossible, it didn't take long for the Boss to be outmatched by the large group of gunmen, he fired a few rockets and managed to kill a couple of bitches that weren't firing their rifles, but he was quickly knocked to the ground and stripped of his rocket launcher.
The Boss didn't care however, he had planned to be kidnapped, as he wanted to meet the man who had brought all of the gunmen together, and why he was targeting the Saints. Then at least, he would either give the Saints something to avenge, or be able to tell them all that he knew.
One of the gunmen felt cocky enough to stomp on the Boss's face and be the man to be congratulated by his leader, but the Boss didn't have the time to tell the soldier what he thought of him. He grabbed the Boss's body and ordered on his walkie-talkie for reinforcements to enter the area, and within minutes, they pulled up in a van right next to the group of soldiers that surrounded the Boss.
The Boss was thrown in the back, and, as they drove away from the suburbs, the Boss drifted off, surprisingly feeling pleased with himself.