Leon walked down the street, Leon grew up in the Saints Row District in Mission Beach, this part of the city was by no means a paradise. Saints Row was divided into three neighborhoods each controlled by 4 different gangs: Los Carnales, The Vice Kings, The Third Street Saints and a new gang the Westside Rollerz all of which made life In The Row a living hell for those who weren't in a gang. Leon made his way to the Brown Baggers buying a can of coke and a snickers bar. Leon made his way back, it was almost 7 and was almost daylight. Up ahead he seen a man holding a case of watches.

"Watches! I've got watches here! Yo! Hey man, this shit'd cost you 600 dollars in the store...aw whatever...watches!" The man said annoyed after Leon walked passed him completely ignoring him.

Leon turned the corner, he saw a stripper with tan skin, long black hair seeing a red tube top and blue booty shorts and red heals.

"Hey baby, I could show you a good time..." the stripper said in a seductive tone and moving closer to Leon. He was able to smell a fruity scent coming off her.

Leon then noticed a group of 3 Vice Kings, one of them holding a can of spray paint about to tag over what looked like a West Side Rollerz tag. They were across the street on the same side as Leon.

"Oh, hell no!" one of the members a skinny African American said

"Man, fuck the Rollerz!" another member said, this one was an overweight caucasian man with a shaved head and wore a yellow bandana around his head.

"Levar! You gonna let those bitches disrespect us?!" The third member asked encouraging Levar to tag over the sign, this member was another African American man with a shaved head and a yellow headband.

"Shit, what you think?" Levar cockily answered spraying the tag.

As Levar began tagging over the gang sign 3 West Side Rollerz exited a blue Voxel and approached the yellow clad trio. One member was carrying a bat, and another carrying a K6.

"This should be good" Leon thought.

"Fuck you think you're doin?" the Roller with the bat called out.

"Just bein' civic minded, is all". The overweight VK sarcastically answered.

"That so?" The Roller asked tightening the grip on his as his two other friends closed in.

"Yeah, some dumb ass cracka went and shit on this wall, and we just cleanin' it up." The other VK said as the Roller raised his bat to hit the VK making solid contact with his face knocking him to ground.

Leon watched as the two gangs brawled and at one point witnessed Levar hilariously throwing the spray can at the Roller holding the rifle. Leon quickly jumped to the side to avoid being caught in the brawl. Just then a red topless Cavallaro pulled up blasting loud rap music.

"Carnales, no doubt" Leon said to himself, recognizing the red cars and style.

"Hector says "Buenas noches" the Carnales passenger said pulling out a machine pistol and opening fire on the Rollerz and VKs.

The two other gangs returned fire but Levar and the bigger VK were killed but not before killing one of the passengers. The surviving Roller opened fire on the fleeing Carnales, killing the driver but the car kept going.

"OH FU..".) Leon tried to say as he dove out the way of the cars path barely making it as the car crashed and caught fire.

Leon noticed one of the Carnales, crawling out from under the flipped car only to be finished off by the last Roller, who in turn was dispatched with quick shot to the head by the VK that survived. The man then began approaching Leon, raising his pistol to him.

"Fuck, he's gonna kill me, and I can't get far, cause my ankle" Leon said, as his heart began to race faster and faster as the man moved closer.

"Wrong time, wrong place, dawg" the last VK said aiming at Leon's head.

Leon closed his eyes waiting to be shot, heart racing and sweating.

*POP!*

A loud gunshot rang out, and Leon tensed up expecting to be shot, his eyes still close. But he didn't feel anything, Leon opened his eyes to see the VK lying in a pool of a blood.

"You ok, Playa?" An older man said offering his hand to Leon. There was also another man in a purple shirt holding a 44 shepherd with him. Leon looked at the man, he was wearing a black leather jacket, wit purple turtleneck underneath and black pants and boots. Leon grabbed his hand was helped up to his feet.

"Julius, let's move" the man said as they crossed the street. The car blew up behind the 3 causing them to be slightly rattled. The two men helped Leon sit on the ground while Julius took a look at Leon's ankle.

"That don't look so bad, you should be fine. That's Troy. You can thank him later." Julius said pointing to Troy.

"Hey" Troy quickly greeted.

"The Row ain't safe no more, son. We got gangs fightin' over shit that ain't theirs, and you in they way. They don't care if you representin' or not." Julius continued.

"Julius, this is no time to recruit." Troy said nervously.

"We need all the help we can get son." Julius replied.

"No, we need to get our asses outta here." Troy said.

"In a minute" Julius said, this time annoyed. He turned to Leon again. "

Look, the Row's got a problem. Come to the church when you wanna be a part of the solution." Julius said to Leon before walking off with Troy.

Leon got up and and gathered himself, his mind unable to process what just happened.

"The church?...what church? Oh right the one by across the street from the brown baggers" Leon said to himself.

Leon went back home, Mariah had already gone to school so he went to his room and laid on his bed thinking about the events that happened.

"Come to the church when you wanna be a part of the solution"Julius' words echoed over and over in Leon's mind.

It didn't take Leon long to figure out what Julius meant. Over the summer Leon had heard rumors that another gang called the 3rd Street Saints set up shop in Mission Beach. It was obvious Julius wanted him to join. Knowing that the Row has a problem Leon figured it wouldn't hurt to join, despite the promise he kept to his mother. Leon decided to take a quick nap, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, decided that he would head to the church when he woke up.