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After being taken out of the warehouse Douglas and Williams were both thrown into the back of a blacked-out van. Inside of the vehicle was Johnny Gat and two other Saints along with another female Saint behind the wheel. All three of them had Vice-9s aimed at the undercover officers, ready to shoot if either of them made any sudden movements. As the drove to the unknown destination. Finally, Gat stashed his pistol into his waistband and began cracking his knuckles.
"Here's the deal: You fuckers are garbage, but according to the Boss you can still be useful" Gat explained "So we're going to give you a chance to be useful and keep your lives for a little while longer."
The van suddenly came to stop in the Ezpata neighborhood in the Barrio District. This late at night most businesses were already closed for the evening. Gat then reached into the passenger's seat, pulling out a large garbage bag containing something inside. Douglas and Williams both braced themselves…not knowing what was inside. To both their relief and utter confusion, Gat tossed a package of clothes at each of them. Douglas took a quick glance at the clear packaging and realized they were police uniforms. One of the other Saints then went behind them and cut their restraints.
"Here what's going to happen bitches. You going to apologize to the Boss for trying to sneak into the Saints. And you're going to do that by taking care of a minor annoyance." Gat explained as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo of a large man with red hair and tribal tattoos covering one side of his face "And this is the annoyance you two fuckers are going to deal with."
"Oh Shit!" Douglas whispered nervously "That's Maero. The leader of the Brotherhood!"
Both officers were in complete shock. Williams' eyes kept darting between Gat and Douglas, still not fully comprehending the situation.
"That's right motherfucker." Gat smiled "You pussies are gonna be able to brag that you took out a gang leader. Maero goes to this sleazy bar called Piratez Tavern which a right up the street. There' a trash can eight stores down from the bar that has an orange garbage bag next to it. Inside are two shotguns with six rounds in each. When that redheaded Frankenstein motherfucker comes out the bar, you both open up on him and anybody who gets in your way. There's a getaway car that's been placed around the corner from the bar with the keys in the glove box once you've capped Mareo. Once you've escaped, you can consider yourselves free to go. Just know that if you back out, or try cross the street with those shotguns, we've packing shit that gotta helluva lot more range than some tombstones? Got it"
Douglas and Williams both glanced at each other. Knowing that any response short of agreeing would likely end with their deaths, both officers silently nodded.
"Good to see your bitch asses understand the situation you're in." Gat tossed two seal packages at them "No get changed. You motherfuckers ain't Saints, so you ain't leaving this van with no fucking purple on."
"But this is.." Douglas started but was stopped mid-sentence by Gat's Vice-9 being shoved in his face
"Change your clothes. And get out the fucking van." Gat growled "Do this right, and you might actually leave to see tomorrow."
With the looming threat of death over their heads, they continued to change their clothes in silence. After leaving their original clothes in the van. Williams and Douglas shakily exited the vehicle and made their way towards the trashcan where the weapons were stashed. Checking that the shotguns were indeed loaded, they both glanced back to see the van now parked on the street. They both knew the Saints inside were better armed and more than prepare to kill them. Williams glanced down at the Tombstone shotgun in his hands before exchanging grim looks with Douglas.
"I guess it's time to kill the leader the Brotherhood." He said quietly
Not able to bring himself to speak, Williams merely nodded as they both made their way towards to the bar while openly brandishing their shotguns.
Maero exited Piratez Tavern with Matt, Jessica, two other Brotherhood members, and his best friend James. His mood much better than it had been in days. The leader of the Saints had tricked him and Maero couldn't help feeling like an absolute fool. They made the mistake of assuming their gang could handle two gangbangers that had been out of action for years and one punk kid who was nothing more than a wannabe. Now he came to find out that she not only had more people than he thought, but she managed to break the rest of her original crew out of jail. And to make matters worse, there were whispers amongst his own crew that maybe he made a mistake not joining with the Saints when they had the chance. This enraged him to the point where he was determined to wipe out the Archangel and the Saints before they gained any turf in the city. But there had been no mention of the Saints other than their prison break and killing of the warden. After the prison break, he expected them to lay low...but still hoped to hear something on the street about them muscling in on someone's turf. But there wasn't a single hint of movement from them whatsoever, which only further proved how dangerous their boss was…..and how foolish his decision was to allow her to walk away alive.
It was during his fuming over what his next course of action that James came to visit and suggested they go to their favorite bar and get hammered. James and Maero's friendship went back to when they were both in high school. It was through James introducing Maero to his younger sister Jessica that they eventually started dating. And while James wasn't a member of the Brotherhood, he was always ready to offer sound advice that would keep both him and Jessica out of trouble.
"I should have killed her dude." Maero whispered to him as they were leaving the bar "I thought she was trying to live off her gang's past glory, but she's already got a crew together again. The sooner I put the fucking bitch in the ground, the better I'll be able to sleep at night."
"But why does it need to be you?" James asked "There are two other major gangs that are probably thinking the same thing. She's also making SPD look bad, which is only going to bring a lot of heat on her crew and anyone else who decides to go to war against the Saints. Just sit back and avoid getting caught in the middle. You might even be able to move on the other gangs if the Saints weaken them enough before being wiped out."
Maero calmly shook his head "Nobody's going to willing go after their gang for the same reason: they don't want SPD breathing down their necks. At this point, I don't have a choice. "
"Why not?"
"Because there's too much talk going on behind back from my own damn crew." He growled "Half of them are thinking I ruined a great opportunity to work with the Saints and the other half are wondering if I put a target on the gang's back. While both sides are wondering if I'm capable of pulling of a prison break like what the Archangel did. It won't be long now before my own crew start dropping their flags or joining other crews. I wouldn't be surprised if some of them aren't talking about joining the Saints."
Mareo and James walked with the other in silence for the next couples of minutes before James spoke again.
Suddenly James came to a stop "Chief Bradshaw. That's the answer to all your problems."
Maero raised an eyebrow "What are you talking about? Why the fuck would the Chief of Police do anything to help the Brotherhood?"
"Think about it. The only reason Troy's running the SPD is because of the fact he took down the Saints." James replied coyly "But with the Saints out of jail, it's almost like his biggest crowning achievement never happened. He's probably got a hardon for this bitch and her crew more than the others put together. It's simple…..you find out where her crew is hiding and you call in an 'anonymous tip' to crime-stoppers and they're finished."
Mareo starched his chin and his pondered James' idea. He liked the idea of making the Bradshaw handle the Saints. If he spread the right rumors afterword, he might even be able to get people thinking that he somehow ordered the SPD to eliminate the Saints on his behalf. Which would most likely cause the Ronin and Sons of Samedi to think twice about messing with them.
"I like the way you think James." Mareo smirked "Maybe I should make you my right hand man!"
"No thanks. I'll stick to running my bookstore." He replied "It lowers the possibly of being shot. Just be sure to take care of my baby sister. She the only family I have left and I don't want anything happening to…"
"What the fuck do you want?" a voice suddenly yelled
James and Maero's attention was drawn towards the rest of their group that was walking ahead of them while they talked privately. One of the Brotherhood members seemed to be squaring off with two SPD cops that were stopped in front of them. The other Brotherhood member with them look on in amusement while Jessica and Matt made back towards Maero and James.
"What's going on?" James asked
Matt shrugged his shoulders "No idea. These two cops just rolled up outta nowhere."
Maero looked past Matt and instantly noticed that both officers seemed to have shotguns in hand. Before he could react, he saw the dark-skinned officer with the shaved swing his tombstone upwards and fired a shotgun blast into the chest of the Brotherhood member that had been arguing with the other officer. The other officer with the light complexion and sandy-blonde hair brought his gun to eye-level with the other Brotherhood member and fired at point blank range, almost decapitating him in the process. Jessica screamed as Matt pulled her into cover behind a nearby dumpster. Maero pulled out his Vice-9 just and the two officers began firing at him. Due to the range difference, they were missing him as he heard concerte and wood shattering around him from the shotgun blasted. He managed to catch the dark-skinned officer in the head just as Maero felt shotgun pellets grazing his left arm. The other officer….out of ammo…dropped his weapon and took off down the street. Maero was about to chase down his would-be assassin when he heard Jessica scream. He stopped in his tracks and swung around…horrified at the sight that greeted him. James laid crumpled behind the dumpster which had been pepper by a shotgun blast. His friend had blood pouring out of a large hole in his chest with his eyes staring up and the night sky unmoving. Maero could hear the sound of sirens getting closers. Snapping out his daze he grabbed a screaming Jessica away from her brother's lifeless body with Matt following close behind.
"No! We can't leave him! We need to get him to the Hospital!" She screamed as Maero shoved her into his Altasbreaker. Matt quickly climbed into the otherside and tried restraining her as they sped away. The searing pain in his left shoulder seemed to pale in comparison to what had just transpired. He didn't know why the SPD had come after him in such a brazen fashion, but in that moment he swore in the memory of his friend James that he would kill them all.
-xxx-
Douglas sped away as fast as the getaway vehicle would let him. He almost threw up at the thought of the three people who had died mere moments ago. One who had been a friend and fellow officer while the other was dead by his own hand. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the sudden ringing of a cellphone almost made him jump out of his skin.
The ringing seemed to be coming from the glovebox. With one had still on the wheel, he opened the glovebox to find a cellphone and manila envelope inside. He answered the phone and was greeted by the voice of Johnny Gat.
"Good job. Very good job." Gat praised "You two did better than expected."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Douglas growled "Maero is still alive and Williams is dead!"
Gat snickering only fueled his rage "First, we never expected you two chumps to pull it off. That's the reason we gave you police clothes and didn't let you wear purple. Second, we left a little something special in the car that's going to make sure that the Brotherhood keep their minds on other things"
Douglas had barely had a chance to glance back at the envelope when the driver's side of the vehicle was rammed at full speed by an oncoming bootlegger, causing the vehicle to cartwheel several times before landing upsidedown. Douglas could see a large shard of metal had impaled him through the stomach. Before he could process what was happening, he dead from internal bleeding. The driver of the vehicle dashed down an alleyway to where Gat and other members of the Saints were waiting. As the open the doors of the van, Lily pulled of the wig and sunglasses she had been wearing.
"Everything in place?" Gat asked
"Yep. Envelope was still intact, so that cops will have to problem looking through it."
"Good Job." He replied "Let's get back to hideout and see what the Boss has planned next."
-xxx-
Brooks paced back and forth in the small room reliving last night's events in her head. After leaving Mission Beach, she decided that rather than going back the SPD or her apartment, she went to her emergency safehouse in Amberbrook. Brooks had instructed the cab driver she hailed to circle to the block several times until she was convinced that nobody had followed her. Since neither the Saints or Stilwater PD new about the safehouse she knew she would be safe for the time being. When Brooks agreed to the undercover assignment, she never believed it would be easy. However, is never in her wildest dreams expected to be in such a situation. The Saints offering her a chance join despite knowing that she's law enforcement still floored her. But from their perspective, she understood that having someone who could give them an inside track on the Stilwater Police would have to prove extremely vital. The shock of this unexpected offer was matched only the shocking revelation that herself and two other officers were sent on a suicide mission. Not to mention the contingency plan of having them executed if they should any indications that they might be sympathizing with the Saints. Occasionally her mind wandered to officers Douglas and Williams, but remembering their willingness to leave her for dead quickly dispelled any compassion she had towards. Finally, she sat down and weighed her options.
If she went back to the SPD and explained what happened, there was a good possibility that nobody would believe her. And if the decision to kill the undercover officers really had come from the Mayor's office, then her accusations would fall on deaf ears. Not to mention she still might meet with some unexpected misfortune, even if nobody believed her. There was also the option of fleeing Stilwater and getting away from anyone there who might want her dead. The thought of Troy getting away with attempted murder while Brooks fled Stilwater with nothing except the clothes on her back didn't sound very appealing. At best people would think she turned her back on the SPD and skipped town. But there was always to possibility that her absence might be used against her. What would stop Troy from labeling her a fugitive and laying some unsolved murder case on her to justify it? Brooks knew that she would mostly likely never be taken alive if the situation came to that. There would also be nothing to stop him from having her killed while in police custody either. And Brooks understood that all of this guesswork assumed that she would live longer enough to escape the city. With nearly no cash, she would be lucky to make it outside the city limits. Which lead her back to the option of joining the actually joining the Third Street Saints.
"They could've killed me anytime they wanted to. Not to mention their leader has already shown herself to be loyal than the goddamn SPD." Brook thought to herself "And if there nothing but a bullet waiting for me, then so be it. Even if this was some elaborate ruse before killing me, It'll still probably be more painless than whatever those other two spineless fucks are experiencing."
Brooks pulled out the burner phone she received and opened up the contacts to only to see one number pogrammed in the phone label "Archangel". She pressed the dial button and the phone was answered instantly after the first ring.
"Good to hear from you Brooks." Mei answered "I had a feeling that you would reach out first."
"I want in." Brooks replied bluntly "And I don't mean the way I wanted in before. If your crew will have me I want to be a Saint. I want Stilwater free of these other violent gangs. But most importantly…..I want to be there when Troy Bradshaw takes his last fucking breath in this world."
Mei laughed "You sound ready! But we'll decide if you're ready to walk this road. Meet us back at the church in two hours. And make sure you have purple on."
The line went dead and Brooks put the phone into her left pocket. Brooks changed into a black jean pants and slipped a bulletproof vest over her chest before putting on a purple long sleeve sweater. After contemplating for half an hour, she decided not to bring her pistol with her. The decision made Brooks feel like she going to walk in there naked, but worried if she walked in there armed they might kill her on the spot.
Brooks called for another cab and got dropped off about a block away from the church and arrived twenty minutes early. A few minutes later a brown Capshaw pulled up in front of her. The Saints leader sat in the back passenger seat with to other Saints sitting in the driver and front passenger seats. Without saying anything, she leaned over and open the side passenger door for Brooks to sit next to her. As soon as Brooks shut the door the driver made a U-turn and started heading for the freeway.
"I must say that I'm impressed that you came." Mei complimented "It's not exactly an easy step for someone to take. Especially for someone who's in a situation that's as fucked up as your own. So just to make sure you understand that you have options, we have something for you."
Mei reached for something on her side and Brooks was sure that it was a pistol. Instead, she pulled out a small shopping bag which she handed to Brooks. Inside was four wads of cash held together by rubber bands. Inside the bag was also a passport, driver's license, and social security card. It looked like the picture was used from her fake ID, but the name of the documents read 'Elizabeth Ryder'. At a complete loss for words, all Brooks could do was give the Saints leader a very confused expression.
"When I informed my crew of your situation, we decided to do a little collection drive amongst ourselves. Some were a little cheaper than others. What with the whole 'I just broke out of prison' or 'the bitch was an undercover cop' excuses notwithstanding. All together they're about fifty grand total in there. You can't retire on it, but its more than enough to put some distance between yourself and Troy. And those fake ideas were made by a really good forger, so they should help keep you under the radar." Mei explained "We don't want you becoming a Saint because you didn't have any options available. So, if there's any doubt about joining, then you should be able to take this cash and start a new life someplace else."
Brooks glanced down at the bag sitting in her lap. She knew that this was probably a golden opportunity to distance herself from everyone and everything in Stilwater. Yet, as she looked down at the generous donations that had been made by the same people she intended to arrest, she found herself unable to accept it.
"Thank you for the offer. But I can't accept it." She handed back the bag "I came here today to become a Saint and that's what I intend to do. Besides, I'm not going anywhere before I put a bullet or two through Troy's hollow skull."
"I find myself becoming more and more impressed with you Brooks." Mei handed back the fake IDs "But since your own IDs might create problems with being tracked, you might want to hold onto these."
"Alright." Brooks stashed the papers in her pocket "So what do I have to do?"
"Since you tried infiltrating our gang there's a lot of homies in the crew interested in simply killing you." Mei explained "So you're going to do something so remarkable that's going to allow you to join, but also dispel any doubt about whoyour allegiances truly align with."
"How am I going to accomplish this?" Brooks asked
"You going to kill some of your old co-workers." Mei replied quietly "More specifically, you're going to take out the task force responsible for half our original crew ending up six feet under."
-xxx-
Brooks wasn't surprised about being asked to kill police officers. It logically made sense to ensure her loyalty to the Saints was absolute. The officers in question that she was asked to eliminate did catch her off-guard somewhat. But again, she understood the request and the reasoning behind it. When she transferred to Stilwater PD, she heard about the task force officers that were put together for capturing the Saints. From everything Brooks learned from the other officers, the task force had been more interested in killing Saints than arresting them. They're had even been some claims that they blatantly executed members of the gang who were unarmed, complying the officers, or in some cases…. executed gangland style. Since most people were happy to have Stilwater 'gangfree', the accusations were never investigated and no formal charges were ever brought against them. Mei had explained that after careful surveillance, they had learned that task force had been re-assembled and that they got lunch together every week at Pryo's Steakhouse in Nob Hill. Mei had instructed her to wait until they exited the restaurant to take them out. After turning down into an alleyway, there was a parked Anchor waiting for them. Inside side was Joey-D, Gat and another Saint who introduced herself as Becky. In the back of the vehicle was an AS14 Hammer shotgun.
"Like I said before, the plan is simple." Mei explained "When they leave the restaurant, you open up on them with the shotgun. Gat, Joey-D, and Becky will be here providing backup.
"Or when you killed, the real Saints will be on standby to finish the job." Gat growled
"So don't worry about failing if you get killed. No pressure." Joey-D said mockingly
"Geez fellas, we that sort of encouragement it's a shame neither of you ever became motivational speakers." Becky rolled her eyes and turned to her "You know what you gotta do."
An hour later Brooks watched as task force members started making their way out of Pryo's steakhouse. Just as they made their way to the parking lot, she came of the alleyway with her face half-covered by a purple bandanna.
"THREE STREET SAINTS DON'T DIE! WE MULTIPLY!" Brooks screamed at the top of her lungs
Before anyone could react, Brooks fired a shot that removed the head of one officer and shredded the arm off another. Brooks held down the trigger and started to sweep across the group and ripping them to pieces with each shot. Although it felt like hours, in the span of thirty seconds, Brooks had eliminated fifteen officers and left their bodies looking like raw hamburger. Despite the carnage that lay in front of her, Brooks felt a euphoric feeling wash over her. Brooks then realized the act of slaughtering these officers had aroused her. She didn't snap out of daze until the sound of an Anchor's screeching tires snapped Brooks back to reality.
"Get in! Cops are going to be here soon." Becky yelled as swung the sliding door open. "So, let's move before they arrive."
As they drove away, Brooks couldn't help but smile inwardly at what she had just done. While she understood that she still had always to go before earning their trust, Brooks began to believe that she had found her place in life.
Mei was sitting up front looking back at her "What do think homies? Is she in?"
Becky smiled "Definitely!"
Joey-D smirked "She's got talent and nerve. We're going to need both to take Stilwater back."
"What about you Johnny?" Mei asked
"Don't matter to me." Gat snarled, looking at them from the rearview mirror "I still don't like this. But I guess she's in. Just know that if she does anything funny, I'm putting her down personally."
"Welcome to the Third Street Saints." Mei smiled at her "Guess we better get you setup with a room in the hideout."
Brooks nodded "That sounds good, but there's one last thing I need to do before anything else."
Mei grinned broadly, already knowing where Brooks was going "You need to hand in your resignation?"
"Yep" she replied "And I think I'm going to have my former partner Perkins pass along the news the rest of the SPD."
-xxx-
The station was in an extremely frantic from the mass homicide shooting in Nob Hill, and combined with the fact that he was still waiting to hear from Williams, Brooks, and Douglas really had him on Edge. Getting that text from Brooks had been a relief in more ways than one.
I'm in. Williams and Douglas got cold feet. Also have info on Nob Hill shooting.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he texted back to Brooks.
Damn shame that Williams and Douglas were unreliable. Good news that you got in and better news that you have info! Were the Saints involved?
A few minutes passed until he got a surprising response from Brooks.
No. Seems like it was done by the Brotherhood. A contact of mine happen to pass the info along. Also, if you have any case files for the other gangs, could you bring them? We really need to figure this shit out!
Perkins couldn't help but smile at the woman's resourcefulness. And the fact that Troy suggested outright killing her recently seemed completely foolhardy. He sent a quick response back to her.
Let's meeting at 2:30am tomorrow morning at the docks in the usual spot where we meet our informants. We'll go over these case files and try figuring out what the fuck is going on.
Perkins arrived at the docks a little after two in the morning. He had conflicting feelings about the instructions Troy handed down, but he knew there was no point in arguing. Especially if there was backing from Mayor Hughes on this matter. Luckily things with Brooks already seemed to be going smoothly so there was no need to even think about it.
A few minutes later, Brooks pulled up in a purple bootlegger. She walked over to him wearing a confident grin on her face.
She walked up to him "Good to see you Perkins."
"You too Brooks." He replied
"So tell me; what have you heard about the Nob Hill Shooting?" he asked
"I heard it was done by the Brotherhood in some sort of power play." She said convincingly "That's why I asked for your gang files. We're you able to bring them?"
"Yes. Grabbed my files and rushed over here right away." He replied, handing her a box of cases files "I don't have any copies. Just make duplicates what you need and get it back to me. But let's talk more about the Nob Hill killings. What makes you think it's a powerplay by the Brotherhood?"
"That's just the major theory amongst the lower rank-and-file in the gang." Brooks replied nonchalantly
"Could you get closer to the other members?" He asked encouragingly "Maybe someone who's part of the leadership?"
"That sounds like a good way to end up dead somewhere." Brooks retorted "How do you think it's going to look if the new girl is asking a bunch of suspicious questions? After the fast one Chief Bradshaw pulled, it would only raise a lot of red flags with the gang."
"And what happened with Douglas and Williams?" Perkins anxiously rubbed the back of his neck "You said they got cold feet?"
"They mentioned he would have to be jumped into the gang and they both wimped out. Williams was afraid he would die from the beating and Douglas had concerns they might mess up the pretty face of his."
Perkins shook his head "Unbelievable. It really makes me wonder what cops are made of these days."
"You and me both." She replied darkly as she turned to face the waterfront "Sometimes you don't truly know what someone is made of until their backs are against the wall."
"How are things with the Saints so far?." He asked worriedly "Any problems? Or possible members that we can turn into confidential informants?"
"Not having any issues with them. As for making Cis out of some of them, it pretty much impossible. They're a very loyal group of people and really seem to stick together. They were cautious but very welcoming. Almost felt like a real family in more ways than one." Brooks explained "It make me understand how they took over Stilwater despite they're being three pre-established gangs that were already fighting for turf."
"Just be sure not to get too close." Perkins warned "It's our job to take down the gangs. And that includes the Saints."
"I know. It's a shame that there's not another way." She said quietly "Maybe there's a way we could co-exist with.."
CLICK
Brooks turned around to see Perkins pointing a loaded gun at her. She clearly saw the pained expression on his face and noticed the tears running down his face.
"Brooks. I'm sorry but this comes from the top." Perkins cried "I have orders from Troy to take care of any undercover officers who that become sympathetic towards the Saints."
"Do you really want to go through with this?" Brooks asked quietly "You're talking about murdering fellow officers. For crying out loud you're talking about killing your partner! Doesn't loyalty mean anything to you?"
"Orders are orders." He said darkly "Sometimes you just have to follow them."
Suddenly Perkins felt a pistol pressed to back of his head "Move and I blow your fucking brains all over the dock!"
Perkins looked around and noticed two more men wearing purple emerge from being the crates with weapons drawn. One of the came over and removed the service pistol from his hand with the other kept their machinegun trained on him.
"Turn around slowly motherfucker!" the voice behind him commanded "Make any sdden move and bust a cap in your ass where you stand."
As he turned around, Perkins was taken aback to see Johnny Gat with a weapon trained on his forehead. Standing beside him was the leader of the Third Street Saints. Both of them had smiles on their faces…both clearly enjoying the look of panic and confusion on his face.
"I knew about Troy orders to kill me John. But honestly…I never thought you would actually try and go through with it." Brooks said quietly, tears now running down her face as well "But you tried to kill me…..and that's something I can't forgive."
"Thanks for the case files. They'll provide to be very valuable. Especially since you don't have copies." Mei looked past him and nodded to Brooks "Kill this motherfucker."
Perkins suddenly felt the other two saints grab his arms and drag him to the edge of the pier. Suddenly, he was forced onto his knees as he heard someone cock the hammer of a pistol and place it against his head.
"Brooks, please don't this." He pleaded "We're fucking partners for crying out loud!"
"Funny, that wasn't about to stop you from killing me a few minutes ago." She retorted "Up until we got the drop on you, there wasn't any concern that we were partners. It was only that you had orders."
"Brooks…..I'm sorry…please." Perkins begged "You don't have to do this."
"Orders are orders." She replied cruelly, repeating his own words "Sometimes you just have to follow them."
She pulled the trigger several times, emptying the entire into the back of his skull. She felt her has trembling as she placed the gun back into its holster. As the four Saints walked back to the vehicles, Mei pulled Brooks back.
"Me and Brooks are going to do a quick food run." Mei said "You guys want the usual?"
"You really gotta ask?" He asked menacingly "You know my usual order. We'll see you ladies back at the hideout."
Mei and Brooks left in a bootlegger as Gat and the other Saints dumped Perkins corpse. Mei glanced over at Brooks in the passenger seat and saw an endless stream of tears coming down her face. Without saying anything, she pulled over and placed her arms around Brooks….letting her cry for the friend she'd lost.
