Downfall

"It's no big loss," Callie said. "She's a cheating, lying, good for nothing, evil-"

"I get it," Mike said. "She's no good for me, or anyone else for that matter."

"Just lookin' out for you, bro."

"And can you believe the shit she said to us," Jenny snarled. "Where does that bitch get the idea that we'll be her number two."

"Yeah," Nikki began. "And…oh my fucking god."

In front of them was the burning building known as Purgatory, the Saints headquarters. The building where they grew up in, now in ruin. All around them, purple clad Saints were exchanging gunfire against finely dressed men and women.

"Who the fuck are they?" Callie asked, pulling out her dual Kobra. "Some new gang?"

"They're not here for a drinking game, that's for sure," Mike answered, drawing an AR-50.

A loud scream rang louder than the firefight. The group looked over to the side, and saw Mikaela being dragged by the attackers towards a SUT.

"I'm not up for rescuing that bitch," Callie said. "But I'm not letting the boss' kid get herself shot."

Callie charged straight at them, shooting down any obstacles. Nikki and Jenny enthusiastically followed, shooting randomly with heavy machine guns. With a heart heavy sigh, Mike went in as well, picking off Syndicate minions.


"Made it," Shaundi said. "And with only a few scratches."

The two Saints, having escaped from Phillipe, made their way to the cargo hold. Many Morning Star members stood in their way, and lost their lives. They noticed several vehicles in different colors other than the Morning Star, implying that they're possibly working with several other groups.

"We can celebrate when we're outta here," the boss said. "Hey, speaking of which, what city is this fucker flying over?"

"Steelport." Shaundi gestured down to the obscenely large skyscrapers that appeared to be adjacent to warehouses. "Bangkok's abusive father."

The boss smiled, and turned on the intercom. "Johnny, we're about to jump."

He heard a few grunts and screams, but for the most part Gat seemed okay. "Right on, man. I'll see you in Stilw-" The line was cut short by gunfire.

The boss, normally a hardcore badass, showed grief. "Johnny?"

The plane lurched forward, bringing the crates and vehicles down on the two Saints. Before they knew it, they found themselves freefalling at high speeds towards Steelport.


"You're a fucking lifesaver," Mikaela said.

"Just shut up and get in," Jenny growled. She really didn't know why she bothered rescuing her rival, but it somehow seemed like the right thing to do. Now cramped up in her custom Voxel, she turned towards Mike. "So what now?"

"Stilwater's being overrun by all kinds of psychos," he said. "If we say here, the Saints are gonna be finished."

"No we aren't," Nikki said. "We're rich, heavily armed, and got Ultor in our pocket."

"Running away isn't what neither the boss nor Dad would do," Jenny proclaimed proudly. "All in favor of staying raise your hand." She and Nikki were the only ones. "Pussies."

"No, we're being smart," Callie said, starting up the engine. "Now fasten your seatbelt. We gotta go the the airport."

Pierce expected a warm welcome from his fans, wife, and kids. Instead, he was ambushed by nerds armed with swords and pistols made for the homeless. But years of gangbanging ensured that the aspiring singer would be the one to survive, and had. Suddenly, a black and purple Voxel drove up next to him, with the side door open.

"Callie!" Pierce exclaimed. "What the hell is going on?"

"Stilwater's overun with these fools," Callie said. "Now get in. We gotta skip town."

"Let me guess. From a bunch of computer geeks playing bangers?"

"Don't forget the guys dressed in designer suits," Mikaela added. "Oh, and the giant Mexican wrestlers with freakin' multi-barrel grenade cannons."

"Speaking of wrestlers…" Mike said. All turned to see massive green and black trucks driving towards them. "We really should be getting outta here."


"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" Shaundi angrily yelled.

"Okay," the boss said. "I deserve that. But I needed to see if Gat was ok, and kill that French bastard."

"But you found neither."

They landed gently on the city that made their native Stilwater look like a civilized palace. All around them were lavish skyscrapers, tacky casinos, shelters, and all things involving vice and death.

Shaundi took a look around and nodded her head. "Ok, Mr. 'I'm the greatest gangbanger in the world,' now what?"

"We get a few million dollars," the boss began. As they walked toward an ATM, they came across obese transvestite prostitutes, disease ridden bums, and cops wearing expensive clothing. "Guns, a ride, and we rescue Gat and kill Phillipe."

Shaundi gave a sarcastic look of amazement at his comment. "I never knew taking out an international crime group was that easy! Tell you know what you should do, wire a book. Call it, 'how to kill a fucking international crime group with a few million bucks and a fucking car!'"

But the boss ignored her and turned to the ATM. He punched a few numbers, and awaited a response. He stayed silent for a long time, not saying a word. Worried, Shaundi looked over his shoulder, and saw that the account was completely empty.

"Boss?" Shaundi asked. "You okay?"

With a ragged scream, he punched the ATM with all his might. It exploded in a shower of sparks and burning dollar bills.


Barley escaping the Syndicate's forces, Pierce and several lieutenants loaded up several cargo planes with all the bangers they could find, and flew out of Stilwater. Now they were heading for the source of the attack: Steelport.

"Glad we got outta there," Pierce said with a heavy sigh. "If we stayed, we would have been wiped out."

"No we wouldn't," Nikki said. "I mean, we got a lot of firepower and bank from Ultor, and we still got the weapons you guys got from the Brotherhood. So why-"

"Weapons or not," Mike began. "We would have gotten killed. And I seriously doubt that some kid would have resurrected the Saints like the boss did."

"Ok, ok, maybe you've got a point. But we can't just run away. We need to find out where these fuckers are steeing up shop, and take them out."

"Just got a text from Dad," Mikaela announced. "Tell the pilot we're heading to Steelport."


Shaundi drove like a madwoman. She kept the heel of her boot on the accelerator, and drove over people, fences, and fire hydrants. All the while, the Boss lounged back, smoking a cigar.

"Good thing they left my lighter, huh?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. "Look, I know you're a little upset and that's understandable. But look at the bright side; Callie and Mike are alive, Mikaela's alive, Pierce is alive, and we've got enough guns and manpower to take on the Syndicate. So will you calm down?"

She didn't answer, and continued to drive like someone on a drinking binge. Within minutes, they reached the airport, and the hangar the Saints bought. They got out of the car, and ran over to the plane.

"Don't ever scare me like that again!" Shaundi said, ferociously hugging Mike and Callie. She then turned to Pierce, giving a hard kiss on the lips. "And welcome back."

"Now that that's settled," the Boss said. "We have to think of our next move."

"That bank robbery you guys pulled really set off the Syndicate," Nikki said. "They've already set up ads with prices on our heads."

"And those fuckers sent us this," Jenny said, showing the Boos her phone.

On it was a video of Gat tied to a chair, bruised and beaten. Also in the video was Phillipe, face scarred and with an eyepatch over his left eye.

"To the leader of the Saints," Phillipe began. "I have given you a chance to be one of us. But in your arrogance you refused, and have sentenced you and your gang to death. Mr. Gat here would like to say a few words. Come on, don't be shy."

"Boss…" he began. "They're keeping me at-" But was cut off as Phillipe struck him with a baseball bat. He turned to the camera and smiled.

"If you want to see your right hand again, turn yourself in, and your people may yet live another day, au revoir good sir."

The boss handed back the phone, and punched the nearest crate.

"So what now?" Pierce asked.

The Boss turned to Steelport's skyline. "We take this city for ourselves, and then get back Stilwater."