Happy New Year Everyone! I thought I would award everyone with a belated Holiday Gift and drop this chapter. As always, all bow down to the supreme writer known as LynGuerra, for whom this story could not exist without. Make sure you check out her story 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World'.

Troy drove straight home after leaving Mayor Hughes office. He called the station and instructed Amy to contact him if anything developed with the cases involving the Saints. He also told her to stop by after her shift was over. Upon entering his home, he took off his coat and made his way upstairs to the bedroom. Troy changed and tried to get some rest, but he could still hear Hughes words even now.

"We're sending officers undercover to bring down the Saints. This time for good!"

"Hughes must have gone completely insane to even consider sending officers to infiltrate the gang again!" Troy thought to himself "My own cover barely held up last time and had someone like Cassie or Mei been in charge, he might not be here right now."

The prospect of trying to send multiple individuals to infiltrate only made the situation more dangerous. Troy already had a target on his back and if another cop was busted trying to join up, there would definitely be repercussions for everyone involved. Troy thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his doorbell ringing. He made his way back downstairs and opened the door to Amy standing there with files under one arm and Chinese takeout in the other.

"Hey Chief." She said nonchalantly "I brought those files you requested and some dinner."

"Thanks Amy. Come on in." Troy moved to the side and allowed her to enter.

She made her way over to the coffee table and set the files to the side while she started taking out dinner. After laying out everything, she turned back to Troy with a worried expression on her face.

"How are you holding up?" Amy asked

Troy smiled grimly "I've had better days, but then again…..I've also had worse."

Amy walked over and wrapped her arms around him "Just remember that anything you need, I'm here for you."

"Thanks Amy. That means a lot to me." Troy kissed her forehead "Also, what's with calling me 'Chief' when I answered the door?"

"I'm trying to keep up appearances." She explained "If your nosy neighbors or any reporters happen to be watching you, they're only going to see some woman from your office dropping off files. With everything that's going on, I don't want anyone trying to attack your character."

Troy smiled "Thanks Amy. But seeing as how I'm still called the 'gangbanger cop' by some people, my image isn't one of those things that I worry about."

"You're a really amazing person. I just don't want people thinking you're making female officers sleep with you, or that you have us turning tricks or some other malicious bullshit. You already lowered your standards to be with me…..so the least I could is make this relationship worth the trouble."

Troy frowned "Don't do that."

"Do what?" She asked

"That thing where you constantly put yourself down." He raised her chin and looked her in the eye "The only moments of peace that I have are when I'm here with you. And you didn't 'lower yourself' to be with me. You merely took to bold step forward since I was too scared to do it."

"Troy….thank you." She whispered "Despite everything that's happening, I've never felt happier than I do right now."

"I feel the same way whenever I'm with you." Troy pulled her in for a long passionate kiss before letting her go "Good ahead and freshen up."

"Ok. I won't be long." She replied, giving one last peck on the check before heading upstairs.

Troy used this opportunity to begin looking through the files Amy brought to him from the office. Since Hughes was determined to have undercover cops infiltrate the Saints once more, he was reviewing police files for possible candidates. Amy had complied for him all the officers who either transfers to Stilwater or fairly new recruits who were unknown to local gangs. A few minutes later Amy came back downstairs and wearing one of Troy's SPD sweaters. She began removing the food from their containers as Troy continued reviewing the personnel files. After a few more minutes, he put down the file he was reading to and began eating some steamed dumplings.

"So what did you need those personnel files for?" Amy asked as she reached to her Shrimp Lo Mein

"Between the multiple prison breaks and the Union Square incident, Hughes wants us pursuing the Saints on all fronts." Troy explained "She also wants me create a team of officers that will go undercover to infiltrate the Saints."

"That sounds like a very horrible and dangerous idea." Amy replied nervously "From what you told me, your own cover with the gang barely held up. Didn't you mention that Archangel and some of the other Saints were on to you?"

Troy nodded "Yeah. If Julius hadn't vouched for me and given me the number two position in the gang, my cover might have cracked sooner. The closer I got to the some of the Saints, the more suspicious they became of me. Hell, Dex basically told me that he knew I was an undercover cop. Lord only knows how long ago he knew I was a cop."

"Then knowing all of that….why would anybody consider trying to send another undercover cop into the Saints? Let alone multiple officers?" she asked anxiously "I don't claim to know better than you and Mayor Hughes, but it just sounds like we're sending good officers to their deaths."

"I agree with you completely." Troy sighed "However, the fact that the warden's mutilated corpse was wrapped around the her late husband's memorial statue is seen as a threat against her directly. So I'm looking for officers that have the crucial experience to survive in a gang environment. They also have to be officers with no prior interactions with the other gangs here in Stilwater. That'll minimize the chances of their cover being exposed."

Amy shook her head "Even with those checks and balances in place, that doesn't guarantee success."

"It's the best I can do." Troy ate his last dumpling and open his package of pork-fried rice "I made it clear to Hughes that we would only get one shot at this. If we're going actually do this, now's the best time while the Saints are preoccupied with celebrating their victories. I also made it clear that the candidates I select would not be forced into doing this. Julius made the Saints look very stupid by making an undercover cop his right hand person. Mei isn't going to be as careless as he was. Besides, if someone manages to make infiltrate and gets caught, a lot of people will end up dead."

"What do you mean?" She asked

"If she the Saints find an undercover cop in the crew, they're going to kill that person. There no question about it when you consider everything that happened with me." Troy explained "Then, there going to backtrack every person that vouched for that person and kill them too. Also, they might even go so far as trying to kill me again."

"Troy….." Amy suddenly went pale "Would they really go that far?"

"Yes…they would. And mostly likely anyone close to me would probably share the same fate." Troy took a deep breath "Which brings me to our relationship."

Amy frowned "What is it?"

"I think we should stop seeing each other outside of work. You'll probably also be safer if stopped coming to my house to drop paperwork off." Troy replied sadly "I'm in a position where this either myself or the Archangel are going to end up dead. And I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire when…"

"We're not breaking up." She interrupted bluntly "This is the happiest I've ever been in my life. If dying is the price for loving Troy Bradshaw, then I pay it gladly."

"Amy. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." Troy gentled wrapped his hands around Amy's "But I worry sometimes that I might have taken advantage of you."

"You're not going to pull that line just because I was a virgin until that night we hooked up." Amy replied, rolling her eyes "We were sitting right her when I made my feelings for you clear as day. I also remember telling you that I had no problems with it being a one-time thing."

"Amy…" Troy said softly "How much do you know about the Whittmore murder case?"

"Just that the family was murdered and that the Archangel left some sort of message written on the walls." She frowned "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Alan Whittmore was one of the guards watching over Mei when she first woke up. After waking up from her coma, she was still in restraints. Alan Whittmore took this opportunity to not only touch her inappropriately, but also smacked her around as well." He took a deep breath "In retaliation, she tracked him down and killed him. But not before torturing his sons to death in front of him. Alan's wife was also raped and strangled to death in front of Alan before she finally killed him. That was a blatant abuse of his authority and he was wrong for what he did. However, I don't think he deserved to die for it. And his family sure as hell didn't deserve to die either. Especially not in such a violent and repulsive manner."

"Alan's wife was raped? But….." Amy asked nervously

Troy took a deep breath "It's our belief that she had accomplices with her. Most likely it was Johnny Gat, but forensics has informed me that there wasn't any DNA evidence left behind at the scene of the crime. I don't want something like that happening to you because your with me."

"Do you really think it would come that?" Amy asked quietly "It's not like you're the person groped her and smacked her around."

"What I did would be considered worse offense than sexually assaulting her." Troy sighed "She often mentioned that it wasn't until she joined the Saints that she felt like she had a real family. Then out of nowhere that family was ripped away when we took the gang down. If she could massacre the Whittmore family over an act of disrespect committed by one person…..then I can only imagine what she has in store for the person who took her family away from her."

Neither of them said anything for a moment. They both understood that Troy would most likely become a target of the Saints for betraying them. And anyone associated with him was guaranteed to share a similar fate. After a moment of silence, Amy decided to end their stalemate.

"I refuse to leave you. I'm in love with you and that's nothing you're you could possibly say will change that!" She declared "Besides, as a female officer there still a good chance that she won't come after me."

"Amy, the fact that you're a female….let alone a female officer means nothing to her." He replied "She killed female officers when she first joined the gang, she killed female correctional officers during two separate prison breaks! Imagine what would happen to a female officer who's involved with the Chief of Police? And imagine that very same police chief being responsible for destroying the gang last time?"

"Troy…. I understand that being with you could be dangerous for me. Even more so with the escape of the former Saints leader." Amy replied admittedly moving closer to him on the couch "And I'm not as naive as you think I am. Anyone associated with you on either professional or personal level is going to be fair game for retaliation by the Saints. And when I think about what would happen to me….it honestly scares me."

Troy opened his mouth to respond, but Amy raised her hand silence him and continued.

"But despite that…I'm an officer of Stilwater Police Department. I also refuse to be intimated by any gangbanger. Regardless of whether they're a member of the Saints, Ronin, Sons of Samedi, or Brotherhood." She continued defiantly "And as someone who's been in love with you since we first met, I refuse to abandon you. If don't feel the same way anymore…if I were nothing more easy piece of ass, then time me so right now. I'll leave here tonight and you'll never have to see me again outside of our professional duties."

Troy took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He cared deeply for Amy, and ultimately felt she would be safer if she wasn't so close to him. However, she made valid points regarding their relationship. And if anyone was capable of keeping her safe from the Saints, it was him.

"Amy, never have I considered you an easy piece of ass. You truly mean the world to me." He replied "And If you're prepared to risk everything for to stay together, then so am I."

Troy pulled her close and gave her a deep passionate kiss.

"If you're going to be coming over to help me so much, then I should probably get you a set of keys." Troy said breathlessly "In case of emergencies."

"That's great! But only for emergencies." Amy replied sternly "Like I said before, people will start talking if I begin showing up to your house and opening the front door like I own the place."

"Let them talk." Troy pulled her onto his lap and continued kissing her

"Let's finish dinner first." Amy whispered "And then I take your upstairs for your dessert. I'm going to make some tea. Would you like some?"

"Please and thank you." He replied as climbed off him and make her way towards the kitchen

Troy watched her busying herself with the teapot. Troy hadn't felt this at ease in years, and never wanted it to end. He begrudgingly glanced at the personnel files still sitting on the table in front of him. If Troy was going to send officers into a deep cover situation more dangerous than own, he would ensure that the officers selected would be capable of handling whatever test the Saints threw at them. His only hope is that the officers he decided to select were prepared for the nightmarish task that lay before them all.

Becky sat behind a workbench in the Saints hotel hideout with new the Saints recruit Alice. Although her brother and other incarcerated members of the gang vouched for her, Becky wasn't sure whether she fully trusted her just yet. The two girls were getting a crash course in bomb building from Cassie. She set up a workshop in one of the sub-basement levels of the old hotel. If someone got carless and accidentally activated any explosive devices, it would only the destroy the workshop and not bring down the entire building. Cassie decided that she would begin with teaching them how to build simple nail-bombs

"Why are making these ourselves?" Becky asked "Wouldn't it be easier to get more some Samson?"

"Samson happened to have some lying around his warehouse. That's the reason he was able to hook us up." Cassie explained "He doesn't usually have that such a large stockpile of bombs just waiting to be purchased. You hold that stuff too long and sooner or later the cops are gonna come knocking. Also, since Bradshaw used to roll with us and knew about Samson, he's probably got people over there right now tearing his place apart looking for evidence that can connect him with the prison break."

"Will he be alright?" Alice asked worriedly

"He's fine." Cassie replied, waving off her concern "When the crew got busted, they raided Samson place. Luckily for him they didn't find anything. And since they couldn't corroborate Troy's testimony, he walked free and clear."

"Why couldn't verify Troy's testimony?" Alice asked curiously "I would think there were a lot of people you could back up Troy story."

"The only people who could verify that Samson provided the Saints with bombs would be other Saints." Cassie explained "And as you might imagine, there wasn't exactly a lot of people who felt like helping Troy."

"I see your point." Alice conceded as she doubled-check the seal on her nail-bomb "Still, I'm surprised that Troy didn't put him under surveillance and wait for Samson to make a mistake."

"Samson doesn't usually do business with local gangs. He made an acceptation since he believed in what the Saints were doing." Cassie picked up the Alice's bomb and began inspecting it "And even then, Samson usually left bombs in at predetermined locations for pick up. The last thing he wants is being busted by that fucking narc with explosives."

"Not to mention that when he let three new gangs move into Stilwater, Samson probably became the least of his worries." Becky chimed in as she too placed her bomb down for inspection "But I'm sure we're going to attract Bradshaw's attention now."

"Exactly. Not to mention that Samson is probably being questioned right now." Cassie began look over Becky's bomb "Troy would have to be an idiot to overlook the Saints' number one bomb supplier. Of course, Samson practically begged the boss to take that merchandise off his hands because he didn't want to get caught with it."

"I wouldn't mind planting a bomb under Troy's car." Becky mumbled darkly "I'm kind of surprised that the Boss didn't make that one of her first stops."

Alice frowned, now deep in thought "Becky has a point. Why hasn't the Boss killed him yet? Based on everything I've learned from Rodney and the other Saints, Troy should have been dead within twenty-four hours of the boss coming out of her coma. So why didn't that happen?"

"From what she told me, she heard about Gat being over on the courthouse on his last appeal." Cassie explained "So rather than sit back and watch him get the electric chair, she busted him out. That when Gat filled her in on everything that happened while she was gone."

"I guess that a lot to take in." Alice conceded

"Sometimes you got to be careful and not rush things." Cassie continued "With everyone else being killed or locked up, it eventually left me and Gat as the only members still standing."

"And that's when you and Gat tried to kill Troy yourselves." Alice began working on another bomb "I remember watching the press conference when you two went after him."

"The whole thing reeked of a trap." Cassie shook her head sadly "But Johnny always throws caution to the wind and I was too blinded by rage to act as the usual voice of reason. In the end, I got dropped by several tranquilizer rounds from a sniper before I could even reach for my gun. Gat took out about two dozen of them before the tranquilized and tasered into submission."

Becky began pouring nails and metal into her second bomb "Damn. That must have really sucked."

"You have no idea." Cassie replied darkly "Troy's still got the other gangs to contend with but it's pretty obvious that he's going to give us special attention. In the meantime, the plan is to solidify the Saints' control over Stilwater. Once we've got the city on lock again, the people will be singing our praises. No government or elected officials will be able to touch us without being run out of office."

"Wouldn't it be easier to just pay off the politicians?" Alice asked

"And have to constant keep paying them off?" Becky retorted "Not to mention you'll have some officials who will constantly demand more money as time goes on. And if someone starts sniffing around and asking questions, those same people you're paying off are likely to give you up to the police to save the own sorry 'reputation'. Other times they'll even double-cross you to advance their own career."

Alice raised an eyebrow in disbelief "Aren't you being a tad bit paranoid?"

"She's actually spot on." Cassie replied

Both girls now had their attention focused on her. After looking over their earlier bombs and finding no issues, Cassie directed her gaze directly towards them.

"When the Vice Kings were still around, Benjamin King was paying off both the elected officials and half the SPD." Cassie explained "To some people, he had even become more of a business man than a gangbanger."

"So that crap from his book was actually true?" Becky asked disbelievingly

"Most of his book were true. But then he told certain liberties with the facts related to the Saints." Cassie replied "Like when he talked about how he decided to destroy his own gang. That was bullshit. Remember when I said he was paying people off? It became so blatantly obvious that he had some sort of deal with the cops, that we used it to our advantage to cause all sorts of problems for the VK. Which eventually led to King having problems from both sides. The people he was paying off didn't appreciate all the attention that was being brought by the violence. And his own gang didn't like the idea that he was allowing the cops to mostly deal with the Saints. In the end, the cops and politicians pulled their protection and his own lieutenants tried to kill him. If him and Julius didn't have history, he would have been dead already. As you can imagine, it wasn't a popular idea to save the hide of man leading one of the rival gangs."

Suddenly, there came a chime from the elevator. As the door retracted, Rodney stepped out wearing his trademark black cargo pants, black work-shirt with a long purple trenchcoat. He had also wasted no time re-braiding his hair back into his long ponytail tied off with purple rubber-bands.

"Wus good homie?" Cassie walked over to fist-bump him

"It's all good." He replied "Wus good Alice?"

"I'm good. Just making bombs with the girls." She replied, blushing furiously "What brings you down here?"

"Boss has a job for me and Becky." He replied "Let's roll Bebe!"

Becky groaned as grabbed her jacket "I've told you not to call me that! Especially in front of the rest of the crew."

"If you didn't get so pouty about it, then I wouldn't do it." He chuckled "Anyway, since when are you a bomb builder?"

Becky smiled coyly as the entered the elevator "Since Cassie started training me and few others from the crew. We made the thermite explosives that were used to bust you and other Saints out of jail. She's also been teaching me and some of the other how to shoot better. And I've been doing sparring sessions with Monster to improve my hand to hand skills."

He nodded approvingly "Impressive."

"Are you impressed enough to tell me what the job is?" She asked

"Boss wants to make a move of the Sons of Samedi first. Since we don't have any turf outside of the hotel, it only seems like the next logical step to take. But first we have to weaken their hold as well as get some money rolling in." Rodney explained "According to Shaundi, she used to date this guy named DJ Veteran Child. Apparently, this dude handles Loa Dust distribution to all the street dealers, as well as collecting the profits."

Becky smiled mischievously "So are we hitting the dealers for the money or product?"

Rodney smiled "Both. The money to spread amongst the crew to get other legit businesses running and property purchases. That way, we get more cash coming in and we have businesses to launder everything through. We're also taking the Loa Dust from them so we can figure out how to make our own. Then we steal the customer base by undercutting them."

Becky took out her NR4 pistol from her jacket and cocked the hammer back "So let's put in some work then!"

"Woah! Slow down there Becky." Rodney wave her off "We're not popping anybody today! We're just scoping out their selling spots. We also have to check for any lookouts they have in place to watch for the cops or rival crews."

"Okay. Makes sense." Becky placed her pistol back into her jacket "Sooner we lockdown the turf around the hideout, the better."

"Rodney nodded approvingly "No doubt about that. We just gotta pick up Joey-D and McCormick. Then we're gonna swing over to the university. According to Shaundi, that's where they sell most of their Loa Dust."

"Ok. But why are four of us doing this?" Becky asked "I kind of seems like overkill."

"The Boss wants to be careful about how we do this." Rodney explained "After that calling card we left in Union Square, most normal people are gonna be scared shitless of anyone wearing anything even remotely purple. But any rival crews see someone wearing purple, they'll most likely shoot first and ask no questions later. That's why we're going to pick up the crew over at Friendly Fire. Joey's getting some extra ammo for his tombstone. McCormick's also with him and is charge of picking up food for the stakeout.

Becky groaned "Why was McCormick made responsible for feeding us? He's probably just got bags filled with Fist Burgers from Freckle Bitches."

"Hey! We should only be so lucky!" he retorted "I missed having those when I was locked up. Although, there was this one time when Alice managing to slip me one while I was in my cell. I'm telling ya…for those couple of minutes it was like I was free again."

Becky sighed "I guess when you're locked up there are certain things you realize you took for granted."

"You got that right." Rodney nodded "The biggest thing was not being there to take care you. I was the only family you could turn to, and I wasn't there when you needed me.

Becky patted her brother on the Shoulder. "Come on Rodney! You've been taking care of me since Mom and Dad passed. You joined the Saints the make our home safer….which you did. Even after you being locked up, the money you stashed away took care of me. So, I don't ever want you doubting that."

"Fine, I won't." He replied sheepishly "But there is something I wanted to discuss with you before we pick up the fellas."

"And what's that?" she asked

Rodney took a deep breath "I want you to consider dropping your flags and leaving the Saints."

"LEAVE THE SAINTS!? Why would I just drop my flags and walk away after all the work I put in for the gang?" Becky asked heatedly "Especially considering the me and the new members more than proved ourselves when we busted you and the original crew out of prison."

"I'm not doubting what you and the others have done. It's just that things are going to become more dangerous." He explained "Even more so when the VK, Carnales, and Rollerz were running around. And now that I'm out, there's no need for you…"

"Wait a minute." Becky interrupted "Did you think that I joined the gang only to break you out of jail?"

Rodney nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Not necessarily. But now that I'm back, you don't have to feel obligated to stay with the Saints."

"First, I never felt any sort of responsibility to join because of who my brother is. I joined because I didn't like what I say happening to our home." She growled angrily "And while I didn't join hoping to spring you from prison, it was a good when the Boss decided that we couldn't leave the original crew behind bars. Just understand this: Stilwater has already become dangerous place. The Ronin, Sons of Samedi, and Brotherhood are all more dangerous that the original gangs. Most of the people who lived in the neighborhoods the Saints protected are either dead or living in fear of being killed one of the new gangs. The only people you are safe are the rich and privileged."

"You still have a lot to learn about what some of these bangers are capable of." He retorted "I've seen things."

"Rodeny, I seen things too." Becky replied "Remember my best friend Chester Adams? He tried standing up to some Brotherhood goons who kept messing with us. You want to know what they did to him? They tied his legs in chains and hooked him to the back of a truck. They then drove at full speed around the neighborhood dragging him behind them. When they got bored and finally cut the chain loose, he looked like he had been put through a meat grinder. He laid there dead for three hours before the cops showed up and an ambulance never came. So yeah….I've seen some things too.

"I sorry Becky." He said quietly "I heard about what happened. I know how close you to were."

"That's just one of the many reasons why the Saints need to take control on Stilwater again." She said tensely as tears rolled down her face "So that crap like that doesn't happen anymore."

"I know Becky." Rodney conceded "But with the Saints back in business, everyone is going to come gunning for us."

"Then let them come gunning for us." She said quietly "Anyone who tries to make move against the Saints is going to find out that we're not to be taken lightly."

"Ok. I get where you're coming from." He replied defeatedly "I just don't want anything to happen to you."'

"You don't have to worry about me." Becky wiped the last of the tears from her eyes "It's the Brotherhood who should be worried."

"Alright then." Rodney chuckled "Let's go pick up the fellas. Once the Sons of Samedi are dealt with, we'll the Brotherhood a special visit."

Troy sat behind his desk while the three officers he called in sat there waiting for him to speak. After reviewing the personnel files. He managed to narrow down the list potential undercover cops to three officers. His first choice was Detective Danielle Brooks. Based on her personnel file, the young detective was smart, resourceful, and had a clear understanding of most street gangs operated. His next selection was officer Percy Douglas, who spent time working behind a desk in the anti-narcotics division. This gave him an edge in understanding the trends with the local drug dealers and their customers. Finally, he selected officer Jamal Williams as his third candidate. Williams had grown up in some of the rougher neighborhoods in Stilwater before leaving a few years ago to living in Steelport. He was still a new recruit, but would most likely be familiar with some of the members of gang which would make his infiltration easier. Finally, Troy stood up to address the officers.

"This city has a severe gang problem. It's concerning problem that's only gotten worse since the escape and possible reformation of the Third Street Saints. That is why I've selected you three officers to go undercover and infiltrate their gang.

At this news, Willams and Douglas shifted uneasily in their chairs. Brooks merely smiled coyly while continuing to listen.

"This is a request that comes directly from Mayor Hughes herself." Troy explained "However, I've already made it very clear that I wouldn't force anyone to take this assignment. Anyone who volunteers for this undercover detail is putting their lives at great risk. So if anybody wants to back out, you can do so now. Just understand that this is highly confidential assignment that no one outside this office can know about."

None of the officers made a move to leave his office. Confident with their resolve, he continued with the debrief.

"There are some rumors floating around about where they're gang hangout is located." He explained "There's not even vague information, which means they're not trying to drag attention to where they lay their heads. That's where your skill sets will come to play. Douglas has knowledge local dealers from working with the anti-narcotics squad. Williams here grew up in some of the rougher neighborhoods here. And Brooks has experience working undercover from her brief time in Steelport. The objectives are two fold: Find out where their hideout is and then report its location back to me. We'll then swoop in and round up everyone."

"Understood sir." Jamal replied

"We should consider using this method on the other gangs as well." Douglas chimed in

"The other gangs are too spread out for that kind of tactic to works." Brooks commented, she turned to Troy "Is there an information on how there recruiting?"

"Nothing." Troy replied "But knowing Johnny Gat, he'll probably do their recruiting in and around the local bars and strip clubs. And since it's still can't really show his face…"

"…he'll most likely have other people doing it in place of himself." Brooks finished

"Exactly." Troy confirmed "You'll begin your undercover assignment immediately. So please turn over your badges and service weapons to me. I'll keep them safe for now."

The three officers stood up and each left the SPD-issued pistol and badge on the desk. Brooks was the last to turn over her badge and weapon.

"Just keep theses warm for us. I don't see this taking long." She declared "We'll probably be back in about two weeks."

"Don't get cocky Brooks." Troy warned "I thought I would only be undercover with the Saints for a few weeks but ended up being there for two years."

Brooks nodded "I understand sir. I'm not going to underestimate them. Too many people have done that and paid the price."

Troy watched the three officers leave his office and took a moment to assess the situation. The Saints were rebuilding rapidly and this was their best chance to stop them before they gained anymore influence.

"I truly hope this works." Troy thought "Otherwise I just sent three good officers to their deaths."

It would be another week before the three officers were able to establish any sort of contact with the Saints. After frequently a series local bars and strip clubs, they finally made contact with other members of the gang who were in TeeNay the same time as them. After buying them a few rounds of drinks, Brooks told them a story of how the jewel thieves that had come to Stilwater looking for new places to rob. She explained that one of her crew recommended Stilwater since he used to live here. It also helped things along that McCormick who was with this group knew Jamal and actually went to school together. Eventually the conversation swung to the trio asking about joining the gang. McCormick took Jamal's cell number and told him he would call in a few days.

When this story was relayed to Cassie, she in turn took the requested directly to Mei.

"So, what do you think about all this?" Cassie asked

"I think Troy either thinks he's fucking Einstein or he takes us for morons." Mei replied "Did they really think we wouldn't catch on?"

"I know what you mean." Cassie laughed while shaking her head "It just too convenient that our people would run into jewel thieves who happen to want to join the gang."

"Don't forget that McCormick happens to also know one of them." Cassie chimed in "According to want he told me he hasn't seen this dude in years. He also says that it's too suspicious too. He says that Jamal was too much of a goody two-shoes to suddenly now be boosting jewelry."

"I see." Mei replied "And what about our connections at TeeNay?"

"We have the bartender their ID-Check all three of them so we can get photocopies of IDs so Shaundi could do her thing with the computers and check them out." Cassie giggled "But we didn't even need to bother doing that."

"How come?"

"Because we were able to ID all three of them off just their photos." Cassie showed her the photo IDs "Jamal Williams kept his real name since I guess they knew someone like McCormick might make him. But Rodney says that when hung back to admire their handiwork with O' Riley, Williams was there in police uniform taping out the crime scene. Next is Shaun Sweeny: his real name is Percy Douglas. Apparently, Shaundi used to date a friend of his. He would tip this friend off anytime the cops got to close to discovery where he was growing his weed."

"Hah. So much of 'honest' law enforcement." Mei look at the last ID "And what about this last one?"

"Viviana Adams is actually Danielle Brooks." Cassie said quietly "We've meet before."

Mei's jaw dropped "What! How? When?"

"We ran into each other in Steelport." Cassie explained "Although I doubt she realizes this. Otherwise they wouldn't have sent her. I was trying to make a gun trade with the Lost MC when all of a sudden IAA, FIB, and local cops showed up. She was undercover…pretending to be the girlfriend of one of the gang. I just barely got away. And then I got back to Stilwater, only to hear we had a Narc of own…"

Neither of them spoke. They both knew that the other was contemplating the horrible things they wanted to do to Troy Bradshaw for trying to bring them down again. Finally, Mei broke the silence.

"Let's go collect these motherfuckers." Mei declared "Its time Troy understood Just who we are."

Brooks, Douglas, and Williams stood huddled under a street light at the corner of Main and Saratoga waiting. Jamal had received a text McCormick saying to meet them there.

"Are you sure this is the location?" Douglas asked

"Yes! For fuck sake, I showed you both the same text!" Williams replied annoyingly "How many times are you going to ask the same question?"

"Quiet! Both of you!" Brooks barked "They'll get here when they get here. Gangbangers are exactly known for being punctual."

At that moment, a black Anchor with blacked-out windows came to shrieking stop in front of them. The sliding doors swung open to reveal McCormick's smiling face.

"Yo, Jamal! Hop on in!" he beckoned "Gonna take you to the hideout to meet the Boss."

As the trio entered the van, Brooks noticed the divider separating the driver and passenger seats from the rest of the vehicle.

"It's for security purposes." He explained, seeing the look on Brooks' face "In case things don't work out, we can just drop you back in the same location without concern of you telling anyone where we are. And speaking of which…."

McCormick reached into his waistband and pulled out a metal detector "Gonna have to take any phones, weapons, or potential listen devices.

"No Problems homie." Williams smiled. As a safety precaution, they had left their phones and weapons back at the safe house just to avoid drawing suspicion. After scanning all three of them to his satisfaction, McCormick stuck the metal detector back into his waistband.

"Usually you gotta be canonized to become a Saint." McCormick explained "But since Jamal and I go way back, I vouched for the three of you."

"Thanks." Replied Douglas

"Appreciate it homie!" chimed in Williams

"No problem." McCormick pulled out three blindfolds from his pocket.

"More security measures?" Brooks asked

"You know it! Just put those on and I'll lead the three of you inside when we get there."

After putting on the blindfolds, the rode in the van for another twenty minutes before coming to a stop.

"Here we go!" McCormick slid open the side door and carefully helped them out of the Anchor. "Just stay close and follow my commands."

After a few seconds, Brooks could hear the sounds of her footsteps echoing as though she was in a large building.

"OK. Go ahead and take them off"

As Brooks removed her blindfold, the sight that great her instantly made her blood run cold. They were in a large abandoned warehouse that looked like it hadn't seen use in years, let alone recently. It would have been completely unremarkable if it weren't for the large circle of people wearing purple, all with guns drawn and leveled at the three of them.

"Good evening officers!" a voice called. They looked up to see a woman on the catwalk above them. All three knew her only from crime photos as the leader of the Third Street Saints.

"I'm disappointed." Mei declared with mock-saddness "I thought Troy would have had a better plan."

Only then did it truly occur to the three officers as they were surrounded by armed gangbangers how greatly they under estimated the Archangel of Saints Row.

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