Chapter 7

Killing people was Gat's favorite hobby, and right now, he was killing as many as he could. After meeting up with Jimmy, he, the Boss, and Pierce went on a city wide search for his clone, running into obstacles in the form of cops, the National Guard, and members of the Syndicate who weren't assimilated into the Saints. Now Tag had kiddnapped Pierce and the Boss, supercharged by Jimmy's Saints Flow, fought wave after wave of soldiers and Morningstar. As for Gat, he was flying in a custom purple VTOL, blasting away any Bulldogs and tanks in the Boss' way. Life was good.

Gat looked out the cockpit window. Just as the Boss was about to shoot another fireball, the purple glow that envolped him vanished. Not good, he had heard over the phone that at the rate the Boss went, the Saints Flow would only last an hour. Worried, Gat pulled out his phone and ordered the Saints to send back up.


Shaundi, Killbane, Viola, and Matt sat around a table, with a large pile of cahsh in the center, playing blackjack. With nothing to do after capturing and killing all STAG and Syndicate stragglers, the Saints headed back to Purgatory to do...whatever. After only a few minutes of starting, Shaundi knew that she was going to win this game.

"Hit me," she said.

Killbane slid an ace towards her.

"Hit me" says Matt.

Viola passed a king.

Matt smiles, noting that he has 19.

The Decker's eyes darted around the table. "Prepare to experience epic failure."

The Saints check to see if they have a winning hand.

"So everyone's happy with the hand they have?" Shaundi asked.

"I'm good," Killbane replied.

"I'm going to win this," Matt said with a smirk.

"We'll see," Viola said, glaring at the boy.

Shaundi leaned back and stretched out her arms. "All right, let's see who's our bitch this time?"

"19," Matt said. "Now give me my money."

"Sorry, Matty." Killbane laid down his cards. "You may have your King and a nine, but my queen prefers an ace in the hole. 21"

"You're speaking too soon, Eddie," Viola said, ignoring the angry profanity comming her way. "My King knows I have a much larger ace than you do. I have a 21 as well."

"So do I," Shaundi said. "Looks like we got a three-way tie."

"What does that mean?" Matt asked.

"It means us three are sharing your cash."

"And you're going to have to work for your money in an Apple store," Viola said, smiling and pulling the large wad of cash towards her. "You are our bitch after all."

Before Matt could throw a tantrum, Callie ran into the room, eyes wide.

"Mom!" she yelled. "You gotta see this!"

"Not now, hon," Shaundi replied.

"But Mom-"

"Look, I'm sure you have something important to say," Viola said. "But we're busy taking money from Matthew here."

"But Gat's trashing Steelport!"

That got their attention. They followed Callie into the main living area, where most of the Saints were glued to the events unfolding on the tv. From a helicopter mounted camera, the TV showed Pierce in a replica of Aisha's outfit being held hostaged by what looked like Gat, only larger and much more angry.

"I knew something like this would happen," Jenny said.

"Pierce had all the signs," Nikki replied. "Acts like gay when he isn't, listens to classical music, has a music career based on gang affiliation, and end up getting himself kidnapped by a giant clone."

"How do you know it's a clone?" Viola asked.

"Dad called. Said some nerd cloned him and now he's tearing down the city. And the Boss has superpowers."

As if on cue, the TV showed the Boss running at impossible speeds and shooting fireballs.

Shaundi shook her head and grabbed a gun from a nearby coffee table. "Ok, that does it. Round up every Saint you can find. We're going back to Steelport."

"Really?" Mike asked.

"Shaundi, we just beat back an invasion by STAG," Mikaela whined. "And who are you to tell me what to do? Didn't Gat leave me in charge, after Dad left him in head honcho here?"

Shaundi shot at a pillow next to her, missing the girl by an inch. "The next thing comming out of anyone's mouth better be something about plane tickets."

"I'll call Stilwater International."


"Over here."

Lin and her group kept to the side, watching events unfold. It had been at least a day after their escape from Dex, and in that time, they had learned a lot about the Saints. No longer content with being in some street corner selling drugs, the Saints rose to fame, selling brand named merchandise, starring in movies, and even getting their own channel. But right now, they were watching what appeared to be some kind of a super human and a purple hover jet fighting the National Guard. And if that wasn't enough, there was a large man who resembled Gat holding a cross dressing black male hostage.

Lin turned to Aisha, who looked shocked at the sight. "What do you think?"

"I don't know what the hell happened," the singer began. "But that ain't Johnny."

"Maybe they cloned him," Carlos suggested.

Lin gave the young boy a look that would have made lesser men run away. "Really? You think they cloned my killing machine of a brother?"

"It's not impossible. I mean, we're carrying lasers for fuck's sake! Why couldn't there be clones or some sci-fi shit?"

They turned back to the battle, and saw the super human lose his purple glow. He fell to the ground, exhausted. A dozen National Guards came forward, rifles aimed at the man.

"Look, can we talk about this another time?" Aisha asked. "Regardless of what's happening, there are Saints fighting there, and we gotta help them!"

She charged forward, firing energy bolts at soliders. Lin shook her head and followed her lead, with Carlos close behind her.


The Boss collapes to the ground. The Saints Flow must have worn off. He knew that it would leave him vulnerable, but not drained. He lifted his head up, and saw a dozen soldiers comming towards him.

"Shit," he thought. "Is this how I'm gonna die? In some fucking highway being shot by some fucking weekend trooper? Please God, send a miracle or something!"

As if his prayer were answered, the guards dropped to the ground, dead. He tried to get himself up, but someone came up to him and helped him up.

The Boss sighed heavily. "About time you came-" He stopped as soon as he saw his rescuer's face. An asian woman smiled at him. "What the fuck is going on?"

"What you're supposed to say is 'Thank you,'" the woman said. "It's what you do when someone saves your lazy ass."

He was about to say something when two other people came up. A black woman in a torn up blazer carrying a laser rifle, and a hispanic boy in a beanie wielding a Sonic Boom. He looked from the asian woman then to the newcommers, then back to the asian again. Before she could say anything, the Boss fainted.