The boss flew near the nuclear reactor with his Specter. Landing on the helipad sounded like a bad idea, but he had no choice. He landed on the helipad, brought out his pistols, and headed inside, taking the elevator. While it went down, he wondered how the woman managed to take over the reactor. Lucas and his buddies were on guard unless she defeated them.
The boss arrived at the room where the other Saints chilled and relaxed. Strangely enough, when he entered, the Saints were there, unbothered. Lucas was there, too, looking at his laptop. The boss couldn't catch a glimpse of his screen.
"Boss." He waved and smiled at him, quickly closing his laptop.
"Hello, Lucas," he replied. "I thought something was here. Oh, where did the strippers go?"
"Uh, they went out for pizza."
"Strippers eat pizza?"
"I mean, yeah. Who doesn't? Oh, and there's some money in your bedroom."
"Oh, alright. That's strange. I called someone, and a lady picked up, telling me she took the reactors."
"Maybe she's planning to attack. Don't worry, boss. We got this."
"Right. I'll head to the bedroom."
The boss went upstairs and went to the bedroom. Somebody tied Matt Miller in his bed with duct tape covering his mouth. His eyeliner was runny.
"What the shit?" the boss commented, untying Matt and removing the tape.
"It was Kirsten!" he explained. "She's the new boss now. She overthrew me."
"And why didn't she flat-out kill you?"
A few hours earlier.
"Then find the Saints' boss," Matt Miller ordered.
"No," defied Kirsten. "I think I'll handle this."
"And how will you do this?"
"Simple. With you out of the picture!"
Kirsten got out of her seat, grabbed Matt's jacket—pulling him out of his seat— and placed his hands behind his back.
"Lucas, Pr0tip, into the basement, now!" she yelled.
The two of them came down.
"What the hell?" Pr0tip commented, looking at Matt. "Kirsten, what do you think he's doing?"
"Overthrowing him. The Saints are our enemy, and he wants to screw their boss!"
"I already knew that," he replied.
Kirsten sighed. "I'm going to kill this traitor."
"Whoa, whoa!" Pr0tip responded. "That's a little extreme."
"We're a gang here!" she replied. "We have to be ruthless."
"How about we use him to draw out the Saints' boss?" Lucas added. "That way, we don't have to kill Matt."
"Brilliant idea, but what then? Where will we draw him?"
"The nuclear reactor. I have some guys willing to betray the Saints."
"Excellent, and he wouldn't know he's walking into a trap."
"Hey, Lucas," Pr0tip said, "do you think you can get that STAG prototype he stole? It looks cool. I want it."
"You're talking about the Specter," Lucas replied. "I've seen him flying around town with it."
"Alright," Kirsten said, "once Lucas steals the Specter, I'll make sure he won't call for backup."
"So that's what happened?" The boss wanted to confirm.
"Yeah," Matt answered. "So far, their plan worked well. Hurry, let's get to your Specter!"
He tried to run to the door, but the boss planted his arm on his shoulder.
"Wait, the gang downstairs wants to kill us. If you get in my way, you'll get killed. Stay here."
"Shit, I forgot. Let me know when you've taken care of them."
"Alright, and Matt."
"Hmm?"
The boss grabbed Matt's jacket, mashing their lips together. He forced his tongue inside his mouth. Matt panicked for a second but realized he should savor this moment. The boss withdrew from the kiss, making a string of saliva, and took off his trenchcoat, kissing and shoving him to the bed. The boss bit his neck, enough to draw blood and cause Matt to elicit a moan. Horny and full of lust, he tried to take off Matt's jacket, but Matt stopped him.
"As much as I would love to keep this going," said Matt, "my gang outside wants to kill you."
"Fuck. Stay in here. It'll be over in a jiffy."
Matt stayed in the room. He jumped when he heard gunshots go off. When it stopped, he worried and hid behind the bed.
The door opened.
"Alright, Matt," the boss said, "you can come out of hiding now. Everything's taken care of."
They walked out of the room, and Matt saw the carnage. Bodies with bullet holes and puddles of blood littered the crib. He looked away in disgust.
"You truly are impossible to kill," Matt commented. "No wonder why our plans always fail. Well, at least Lucas and Kirsten are taken care of."
"Hmm," the boss said, looking at the bodies. "I don't think I killed Lucas. As for Kirsten, I don't know what she looks like."
"What?" Matt glared at him. "You didn't take care of Lucas? He probably has your Specter by now! And Kirsten looks like the other specialist you've seen!"
"Oh shit, my Specter."
The boss grabbed Matt by the hand and rushed to the elevator. He tried to call it, but it felt like it was taking forever.
"I think they disabled the elevators," Matt said.
"Fuck, we're taking the stairs!"
Matt looked out the window, looking at Lucas and Kirsten on the Specter. Lucas was driving, and Kirsten was the passenger.
"Hey, you might want to take a look outside."
They stepped away from the elevator and got closer to the window.
A wicked grin was on Kirsten's face. "Hey, Matt! Hey, Winston! We knew they couldn't handle you, so we planted a bomb. By the time you reach a few floors down, the bomb will go off! I suggest you spend your last moments making love. Goodbye!"
They flew off.
"Shit!" panicked Matt. "What do we do?"
"We get out," the boss answered calmly. "You have a parachute, right?"
"Oh boy…"
Lucas landed the Specter in the back of Pr0tip's backyard.
"Oh, that was wild!" Kirsten commented as she got off the flying bike. She then rang the doorbell. "Pr0tip! Get over here! See if you know any military guys or anyone who used to work at STAG!"
Pr0tip rushed out of the house. "What? Why me?"
"You play those Call of Duty games. You must know at least someone who knows how to make copies of this."
Pr0tip looked at the bike. "Make copies? Dude, this is going to cost so much money."
"Well, get to hacking, everyone! Let me see if I can reunite the gang."
Kirsten texted any former Deckers gang members. There was just enough of them to retake old territory. She went back into Pr0tip's basement and began hacking, making sure to get enough money to buy off the stores the Saints owned. After getting enough money, Kirsten skated around town, buying the stores. She was surprised by how easy it was. They should've done this sooner.
The boss jumped off the building with a screaming Matt in his arms and activated his parachute as the bomb went off. Once they both safely landed, the boss tried to call for any vehicle, but nobody picked up. The boss sighed and grabbed Matt's hand, taking him to a parked Emu nearby. There weren't any other cars except for that one.
"Where are you taking me?" Matt asked.
"To the headquarters," he answered.
"You sure it'll be safe?"
"Don't worry. The gang is off, killing Killbane."
"That's a relief."
As they drove away from the nuclear reactor, the boss noticed gang members of the Deckers walking the streets. One of them noticed them and started shooting.
"Well, shit," the boss drove off.
"Fuck!" Matt cried out. He got shot in the shoulder. "I'm going to die."
"It's just a bullet to the shoulder! You'll live!"
Bullets continued to pierce through the Emu.
"Ugh! The pain. I can't stand it. Winston, drive faster."
"Alright, but my name isn't Winston."
"No shit, I already knew that."
"It's, um, Dan."
"Dan?"
"Dan Alec Adcock."
Matt giggled a little.
"Shut up," Dan responded. "I should've just not told you my last name."