The computer lights illuminated Matt Miller's greasy face. Darkness surrounded his room, and the Deckers' leader scrolled through the internet. Ever since the Saints took over his territory and their leader nearly killed Matt, causing him to leave Steelport for a while, their numbers had decreased. Luckily, he still had Pr0tip, Kirsten, Lucas, and Micheal.

"Killbane is back," Kirsten warned, still looking at her computer. "His airplane just landed."

"Fuck," Matt commented. Killbane had been blowing his phone up, asking the leader to hack into the Saints' bank account. He had ignored it, but the last message threatened to kill him. "Lucas, do you think the Saints know of this?"

"Yeah," Lucas, the one sitting on the floor with a laptop on his lap, answered, "but I think Kinzie knew about it before Killbane landed. And speaking about Kinzie, I think she knows I'm a traitor."

Matt closed the Nyte Blayde fanfiction he was reading and sighed. "Damn it, Lucas! You had one job! Do they know about our hideout?"

"No," Kirsten answered for him. "None of the other members have gone near the house." The house they were in was Pr0tip's. "But if they found out Lucas was a mole—"

"Boom! Headshot, motherfucker!" They heard Pr0tip yell upstairs. He was playing Call of Duty again. "What's wrong, you little baby? Are you going to fucking report me for cheating? Little bitch! I hope you fucking do. I'll hack into your bank account."

Matt sighed. "I hate gamers. Anyway, let's see what's going on. I'm hacking into the traffic cameras. Let's see, let's see."

Killbane probably hasn't left the airport yet, but before Matt could confirm that, Kinzie hacked into his computer.

"Matty," Kinzie taunted. "This isn't your fight. Why are you so concerned? Do you think if you helped, the boss would give your nuclear reactor back? Matty, Matty, Matty, you should know better. Go make a video game or whatever you kids do."

"What the flying fuck? I got hacked?" Pr0tip yelled. "God, only a fucking noob would hack. Cheating piece of shit!"

"It's what he deserves," Kirsten said. She then faced her leader. "Matt, what are we going to do?"

"I-I'm going to call him," Matt answered.

"Him? Wait, are you talking about the Saints' leader? The one who calls himself Winston Churchill in official documents? What for?"

Matt Miller knew his name was fake, but he didn't have time to search for his real one. He dialed his number and waited, but he didn't pick up.

"Wow, very smart, Matt," Kirsten commented. "Like he would help us. Look where we are! We're in Pr0tip's basement! Why did we come back to Steelport?"

In a different world, Matt probably would've never come back to Steelport, but the Saints' boss made him come back. There was something about the boss that allured Matt.

"I-I don't know," Matt replied. Tears raced down his cheeks, leaving a black trail due to the eyeliner he wore. "I don't know what to do. H-he didn't pick up the phone."

She got closer to him, patting him on the head. "There, there. We'll think of something. But Matt, there were plenty of chances to kill the leader. Why didn't you do it? There have been rumors."

Matt had a crush on him. One of the members caught him staring at a photo of him for too long. That anime hairstyle, those red contacts, the gothic outfit, and him being British were everything Matt admired about him.

"Matt," she spoke, trying to grab his attention. He seemed lost in thought. "Matt, what are we going to do about Killbane?"

He heard her and wiped his runny makeup with his leather jacket. He turned his swirly chair to face Lucas. "Lucas, I need you to leave. If Kinzie finds out you're the mole, we can't risk you knowing any plans."

Lucas pouted, closed his laptop, got up, and left.

"Right. Where were we?" Matt said, turning to face Kirsten. "How are we going to get rid of him?"

"I was hoping you would have an idea," she said. "We could steal a helicopter from the Saints. We'll take one, fly out—"

"We can't."

"And why not?"

"Because."

"Because?"

Matt tried to think of something. "They own all of Steelport."

Kirsten raised an eyebrow. She was suspicious of him. "We can hack their systems."

"They have Kinzie."

She scowled. "Then we kill her!"

"What about their boss?"

"Then we kill him!"

"How?"

She rolled her eyes. "Guns, explosives, anything!"

"No!"

She sighed. She ignored the rumors, claiming that they were false when others asked her to ask if they were true. Now she felt like a fool and put on a wide grin. "Why not?"

Matt was silent. He couldn't think of anything, but Kirsten just sat there, waiting with a sinister grin on her face. "They own all of Steelport."

She laughed maniacally. After she calmed down, she had that grin again with that piercing stare. "Then what?"

"Then find the Saints' boss."

"No, I think I'll handle this."

Shaundi was in the penthouse, supposedly watching Nyte Blade with Josh. She was on her laptop after Kinzie told them about Killbane returning to Steelport.

"Hey," Josh said. She had her headphones on. "Hey, hey, Shaundi. Can you hear me?"

She rolled her eyes while removing her headset and looked at him. "What, Josh? What do you want?"

"Kinzie sent you a text messaged. She said not to worry about Matt Miller."

On Shaundi's laptop, she had two windows open: the airport security footage and Killbane's calls. She was listening to those earlier. "Wait, does Kinzie know about Matt Miller?"

"I don't know." Josh shrugged. "Probably. She knows everything."

"What about the boss? Does he know about Matt?"

A phone on the table vibrated. It was the boss' phone, and an unknown caller had called him.

"Well," Josh said, "that answers that question. Should we answer it?"

"The boss won't like that. Plus, it's probably Matt."

"What makes you say that?"

"I hacked into Killbane's calls. He threatened to kill Matt."

"That's the nerdy hacker dude, right? I thought he was gone."

"I thought so too. But why would he call the boss?"

Then they heard the elevator and heavy footsteps walking toward them. It was the boss, and he brought Kinzie.

"Alright, everyone, gather around," he said, placing a bag full of weapons on the couch, separating Shaundi from Josh.

Zimos, Pierce, Viola, Oleg, Shaundi, Josh, and the other gang members stopped what they were doing and focused on him.

"Killbane is back. We're going to give a nice warm welcome with our guns."

"Shit, if only Angel were here," Pierce commented.

"Fuck Angel," the boss said. "He cared more about revenge than saving Burt, Shaundi, and Viola."

"Don't forget about Johnny's funeral," Shaundi reminded. "Let's make him pay."

"Shaundi," the boss said, "you're staying here."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Seriously? Are you worried I'm going to get kidnapped again? Is that it? Fuck you! I can handle myself!" She took a rifle from the bag.

"Shaundi!" He grabbed her shoulders. "Don't."

"By the way, you got a phone call."

Shaundi left.

"Boss, want me to go after her, check to see if she'll be alright?" Pierce asked.

"Yeah. Take the whole gang with you if you want."

The boss looked at his phone. He missed a couple of messages from someone. Once he answered it, he heard Matt's pathetic cries and sniffles. He also could've sworn he heard Matt say I love you. The boss tried to call him back, but there was no response. He called again, but someone else picked up.

"Hello, Winston," a woman spoke. "Matt's currently unavailable. Don't worry. He's alive, but not for long, though. Meet me at the nuclear reactor."

"How did you retake the reactor?" he asked.

"You haven't completely wiped all of us out yet."

She hung up.

He ran to the helipad and rode his Specter, one of the STAG prototypes he stole when he pretended to be Cyrus Temple.