Richard Hugh's Yact

November 4th 2006

Leon was escorted on to the Yacht that belonged to the now Mayor-elect of Stilwater Richard Hughes.

"Your guest is here Mr. Hughes" one of the bodyguards announced introducing Leon.

"Thanks Steven, if you don't mind could you wait outside" Hughes said.

Hughes looked at Leon before speaking.

"I'm Richard Hughes, it's a pleasure to meet the man who handed me the election." Hughes greeted, extending his hand out to Leon who refused to shake it.

"No need to be modest, I'm serious. There's no way I could have beaten Marshall Winslow, God rest his soul, but you made the impossible happen, and for that I can't thank you enough." Hughes continued "I mean, had Winslow been the only person killed, attention would have definitely been cast on me, but after that fireworks display you pulled at his funeral, it's become abundantly clear these horrible crimes were perpetrated by the 3rd Street Saints."

"Yeah, that your pig friend made us do." Leon wanted to say but continued to remain quiet.

"While before, people criticized my Saint's Row urban renewal plan, it is now being lauded. See, until you came along, I was displacing poor people. Now I'm destroying a hotbed of gang activity. What can I say, the public is fickle... champagne?" "

Nah" Leon said shaking his head, causing Hughes to let a sigh out.

As you get older you quickly learn that there are only two types of people in this world... race, money, gender, none of this matters. At the end of the day you're either a winner or a loser. Now, the sad truth about our situation is that in order for me to be a winner I have to level your neighborhood and salt the earth." Hughes said. "Hold on for a moment, Steven, could you come in here?" Hughes asked calling his bodyguard.

Leon maintained a calm demeanor but felt a slight bit anxious, wondering why Hughes called his bodyguard.

"Where was I? Oh yes, salting the earth." Hughes continued as Steven and 3 more bodyguards walked up and stood behind Leon. "I suppose I could try to pay you off, but really what's the point? You'd just say no, or in your case, stand there looking intimidating, and we'd be right back where we started. So I figured I'd cut the middle man and get right to the point." Hughes said before being interrupted by Leon.

"Yo, could you speed this shit up? I wanna go to Freckle Bitch's..." Leon said tensing up his body preparing to possibly to fight his way out of here.

"You're going to die here son, make no mistake about that... but if it makes it any easier on you, I'll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to attend." Hughes said with a smug look in his face.

Before Leon could react he heard a loud and quick beeping sound followed by an explosion causing the boat to go up in flames, and rocking the water sending waves onto the streets.

Leon struggled to breathe, and was suffering from severe burns on his body, and legs. Forcing himself up Leon climbed over the burned bodies and jumped into the water using the last of his energy to swim to shore.

"Al...almost there..fuck my legs." Leon said to himself.

Leon made to shore where several people had already gathered. His legs and arms badly burned and coughing up blood Leon fell over as several people ran over to help him

"Somebody call 911!" A lady yelled out.

Leon tried to speak but couldn't as he kept coughing up blood, finding it hard to breathe. Sirens could be heard in the background as Leon collapsed.