Hello all! I am back again with another update, I know, it has been a while, but forget it, the story is far from dead and I have a whole summer to finish it, that being said, please, enjoy the story for crying out loud. I promise it gets better in a bit. They always do!

Enjoy!

~MajorChemistry~

Chapter 2: New friends

That Monday at school I was throwing some papers in my locker, "Well that was an interesting weekend." Rachel said,

"It was fun." I said,

"Even running from the cops?"

"Especially that part." I closed my locker,

"Hey, can you help me with my presentation for art class? I really want a good grade and you're pretty good with computers."

"I can't, i have plans tonight."

"Plans? With a boy?"

"No, I have an important meeting."

"A meeting with a boy?" She pestered, "No, I don't know any boys and trust me, I'm not looking for a boyfriend."

"Mmhm, okay Sara." We headed into out next classroom.

After dance practice I called Johnny, "Yo."

"Where the hell am I even supposed to go?"

"The old mission house. Or under it I should say."

"What? Why there?"

"Because Ultor took over the old church."

"Makes sense, I'll be there in a few." "Okay." I hung up.

I walked into the building, "Damn this place is shitty." I said as I headed down the stairs. The whole place was shitty, there was old furniture strewn about and graffitied walls, it screamed gang hang out.

I walked up to Johnny beating the shit out of someone, "Sara, you're just in time."

"Fun." I said, tossing my bag aside,

"Hey, who invited the cheerleader?" Some guy said, "She should be canonized too!"

I looked at Johnny who smirked, "Okay, go ahead." He stepped back. The guy threw a punch at me, I grabbed his fist and twisted his arm behind his back, taking him out at the knees and shoving him to the ground, "Agh... What the fuck?"

I looked around, "Anyone else? No? That's what I thought."

The boss walked in with the guy I saw at Freckle Bitches and two other people, "What the hell is going on?" He asked,

"I had to do some canonizing. Hold up..." He turned towards a guy, "You... You're next." "Wait, what?" The guy got punched, "Sorry about that."

"Where'd you find these guys?" The boss asked,

"Like I said, I made some calls... And she's my sister." He said, gesturing to me,

"You guys actually hang out down here?" The guy in the purple beanie asked, "My sentiments exactly." I agreed, looking around some more,

"I dunno... Add a flat screen, some throw pillows and a hookah and this place would be alright." The chick with dreads said,

"You definitely need a stripper pole in this bitch." Added the African-American guy, "Definitely." Johnny agreed, "Oh yeah." Boss said, "Yeah."

The boss started heading up the steps, "So whatta we do now?" The chick asked Johnny, "We listen." He said, and we all faced the boss,

"Alright everybody listen up, we got some serious shit to discuss. The Saints used to own Stilwater and it seems like the only muthafuckas that remember that is me and Gat. I think it's time we give those other crews a wake up call." Everyone cheered, "Now I aint gonna lie, a lotta shits changed since ive been outta the game, so I'm gonna need some help. Pierce, you're on the Ronin. I wanna know who's calling the shots and what businesses they're running."

"Done." The African American guy, Pierce, said, "Shaundi, you got the Sons of Samedi."

"It's gotta be them?" The chick asked, "Fuck you say?"

"It's cool... I... I got this." Shaundi said,

"Carlos..." "The Brotherhood, I'm on it." The guy with the purple beanie said,

"Sara you're gonna find out any information you can that can help us take these mother fuckers out and report it to these three."

"Yes sir." I nodded, "Aight. Once we're done here talk to one of these guys... They'll have something for you to do. It's our time now... Lets get this shit started."