"I got this. I fucking got this." Bang. The Boss nailed her target, smirking at Johnny as he watched her. She hadn't been incredibly keen on the time travel thing, but she was glad she'd done so. She missed the shooting range.

"Pfft," he snorted, raising his weapon and shooting down another target without even so much as looking. "You're still rusty."

"Fuck you!"

"Don't get me wrong," he took his beer from the small table between them and took a swig. "Still a better shot than Shaundi. But not by much."

"You know I'm holding a firearm right now, right? I could shoot you."

"If you weren't a shit shot, yeah." He smirked, a shit-eating-grin spreading across his face. The Boss considered the idea of shooting him through the kneecap to teach him a lesson, but decided she didn't want another broken nose, rolling her eyes and turning back to the range.

"Hey, Boss," he asked, setting down his pistol and settling into watching her. "I been thinking…"

"There's a fucking surprise." She fired another round, not looking at him.

"Now that we're fucking and all, does that mean I get to know top secret shit?"

"Fuck are you talking about?" She asked. "You were my right hand man before I started putting your dick in my mouth. You already knew everything."

"No, I mean about you."

"Still not following."

"I know you weren't born in Stillwater." She froze as he spoke.

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"Read it on your file when I visited you in hospital. Before they took you into the prison one and they took me in."

"You visited me in hospital?" A little smile flourished on her face as he gave a shrug.

"Wanted to make sure you were actually in a coma and not just faking it. Might have punched you a few times."

Her smile vanished and she rolled her eyes again. "How fucking romantic." She gave a sigh and fired another shot. "You're right. I grew up in Freedom City."

"You gonna tell me why the fuck you'd come to Stillwater or am I gonna assume it was just your Daddy issues?"

The silence that followed this made Johnny uneasy. She didn't take her eyes off the range once, quickly firing away rapidly. Johnny always joked about her having Daddy issues, but he never thought about why she was actually the way she was.

"My Dad was a cop," she finally spoke, reloading. "Worked a high enough position that we lived comfortably. Mom didn't have to work. I was a happy kid." He watched her hesitantly. "Then one day he… I don't know. Something happened. He got shot or something I think, I was really little. Ended up demoted to desk duty after that. Wasn't long until he started drinking." She fired another round. "Started hitting Mom. Just a backhand every now and then at first. I don't remember the first time he actually kicked the shit out of her, but I remember the second time. She pulled herself up off the floor, packed her shit and left." Another round. "Didn't take me or my sister with her…" she laughed. "Sorry. I'll shut up. This is gay shit, you don't want to hear my life sto-"

"Keep going." He interrupted. Her eyes flickered to him for a second.

"So Mom was gone. Dad starts drinking more, hitting us." She paused to scratch underneath her goggles before letting out another few selective shots. "Rochelle, my big sister, ends up on crack or something, so she stops coming home. So that leaves me and Dad." She glanced at Johnny to see if he was still listening. He was.

"I was 14 or some shit when I started fighting back. Didn't really click for a while that he'd just hit me back harder if I did. So I start dating this guy. Huge guy. Told him about my Dad because I thought he might protect me. He says 'hey, leave. We'll get our own place.' But he needed money. So I start whoring. He'd find the guys who wanted to fuck a teenager and I'd do my thing. He'd spend half the money on whatever the fuck he wanted and I'd save the rest to pay for our shitty apartment. I just let people walk all fucking over me. And then, one day," she fired yet another round into the head of a poor cardboard victim, "I find out he's fucking some other girl. He doesn't make her fuck people for money. He doesn't take half of her money. So I shot him. And then I went back to my Dad, who was this skinny, nasty-ass mess, and shot him, too. And then I got on the first bus out of town, which ended up taking me to Stillwater."

"How long were you in Stillwater before I met you?" He asked.

"A few years. I was, what, 16 when I left Freedom City? 19 when I started with The Saints?"

"I didn't fucking know you started at 16, Boss," he sighed. "That's fucked up."

"Whoring myself out?" She asked. "Fuck else was I gonna do? I had no money, no friends, no education, no shit when I got off that bus. Had to survive, and I wasn't going to let people fucking walk over me anymore. Started whoring and got the first shithole crackden of an apartment I could. Forged an SAT score, went to Stillwater U with what I was making. Turned out being a hooker meant I had a significantly better work schedule than students who flipped burgers, so I kept doing it. Graduated. Kept street walking to pay for a new apartment and I was walking home one night when I ran into Troy and Julius. You know how the rest went."

"And you didn't even get mixed up with Tanya." A little smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "How come you never talk about it?"

"I dunno." She finally set down her pistol, giving a shrug. "I figure we've all gone through shit. I'm hardly a special case. No use giving everyone a sob story, you know?"

"Never eats at you?"

"Fuck yeah it does. All the fuckin' time." She snorted as she reached for her beer. "I shot my own father, dude. But you gotta use it. I think about it, I get angry, I shoot shit. Like when you think about Aisha and you go crazy apeshit."

"That's the right way to do it, I guess… never knew you went through that but… I'm glad you turned out the way you did." He shot her a small smile as she eyed him carefully.

"Yeah. Me too," she sighed.

"You're still a shit shot, though."

"Go fuck yourself."