Chapter 112: Skydiving and Catfighting

Before long, Katrina and Jason were now in a speeding private jet that was soaring over a massive city, one that Katrina was informed to be Steelport,

"Alright, see the building with the pool on top?" Asked Jason, pointing out the window. Katrina tried to look, but all she saw was dark clouds and rain splattering against the windows,

"All I can see is rain," Said Katrina.

"Well I know where it's at," Said Jason, "so when I open the hatch, just follow me."

"Open the what?!" Before Katrina could get an answer, air began rushing into the jet, causing her to hold her arms up to shield herself. She heard Jason whistle, which caused her to peek through her arms, and luckily caught the large black backpack that went soaring for her.

"Go ahead and strap on that parachute!" Shouted Jason, strapping on a parachute of his own, "Try to follow me on the way down! I know where to go if we miss the building!" Without warning, Jason jumped from the plane, leaving Katrina to run up and look out of the open hatch, seeing Jason skydive to into the stormy night.

"You crazy bastard!!" She called after him, "You can't just skydive into a damn storm Jason!!" She shouted. With no other option, she groaned and jumped out of the jet as well, having a difficult time navigating through the rain, wind and storm clouds. After falling for what seemed like forever, she finally saw the city below her, and with it, a falling Jason, laughing like a lunatic.

"I haven't had this much fun in a while!!" He chortled with joy, with Katrina finally catching up to him, spreading her arms and legs out to slow herself down to stay next to him,

"Is skydiving during a storm really the best way to get here?!" She screamed over the howling wind.

"No!" admitted Jason, "But it was the quickest!" They continued to fall until they began to get closer and closer to a building with a swimming pool on the roof, "Alright you see that building right there?!" Asked Jason.

"Yeah!!" Replied Katrina.

"Aim for it!!" Jason yanked on the chord of his bag, and the parachute skyrocketed, leaving Jason flying back behind Katrina, to which she attempted to pull on the chord of her chute as well. She yanked amd pulled and yanked and pulled, until the chord finally gave way...and was torn from the bag entirely.

"Fucking defective!!" She shouted, throwing the chord away from herself. She detached the defective parachute from herself, and continued to soar downwards towards the building, and when she saw it growing closer and closer she had an idea shoot through her head. When she was getting closer to the building, almost alarmingly so, she hoped Jason couldn't see her, and spread her devil wings, using her right hand to support her injured wing, gliding towards the pool on the roof as best she could, and when she was close enough, she hid her wings, stuck her legs in front of her, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and splashed into the swimming pool. She frantically swam upward, and upon breaking the surface, she gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she swam to the edge, scratching and clawing her way out until she finally rolled out, freezing cold and barely breathing. She crawled towards the building itself, and upon reaching the large glass windows that barred the living room from outside, she gently pressed her hands to the glass, standing herself up, and once she was on her feet, she reared a fist back, and smashed the glass, falling onto the hard floor, cutting her hands, but made it into the warm penthouse. Katrinas' vision was blurring, and she could barely see people running towards her, guns drawn, until she saw a hazy image of Jason running towards her, screaming at the other figures that he'll 'rip their cocks off and throw them to the hounds,' all while Katrina slowly lost consciousness...

Katrina slowly woke up, bringing her hands to her head, feeling up the throbbing headache that was hammering away at her skull, until she found herself in a beautiful master bedroom, decorated with both violet and orange lights, dark dressers and couches, a flatscreen tv, almost everything one would expect a penthouse to have. She leaned up, the blanket sliding off of herself, and once again found herself naked, but now she saw the clothes she wore before were now cleaned and folded on the nightstand next to her. She quickly grabbed them, dressed, and walked quietly to the door to the bedroom, finally getting a proper look at the penthouse she was now in; it was massive, had an upstairs and downstairs from what she could tell, a Roman statue decorating the center, and black couches with a tan and brown run underneath. What caught her attention though was Jason, arguing with a tall man with styled medium length brown hair decorated with blue sunglasses, steel blue eyes, clean shaven, a strong jaw, dressed in blue jeans held up by a black belt with a silver buckle, a black blazer jacket, a light purple bordering pink dress shirt, a purple vest with silver fluer-de-lis buttons, and when he and Jason noticed her entering the room, she saw he had a fluer-de-lis tattooed onto his neck.

"Katrina!" Called out Jason, only for the young goddess to be grabbed roughly by the arm and brought to Jason and the taller man. Katrina turned to who was grabbing her, and saw a taller woman with brown hair, green eyes, and a glare that read 'I mean business.' She was dressed in a pink camoflage crop top, a dark short sleeved jacket, skin tight purple leggings, dark high heeled boots, and a tattoo of a star on the hand she was using to grab Katrinas' arm. Katrina was dragged down the stairs until the devil goddess pulled her arm free from the woman,

"You don't need to get touchy!" Katrina said to her assailant.

"Save it kid," said the woman, "because right now you are putting a wrench in our plan to kill Phillipe." Now it was Katrinas' turn to glare,

"Listen bitch, I am only here to help you kill Phillipe."

"Careful," warned Jason, "that's Shaundi you're talking to." Katrina turned to the young man who had hit her with his car barely over half a day ago,

"That means absolutely nothing to me," said Katrina. Right as she turned around, however, she was met with a flat palm to her cheek, causing her head to turn, and blood to well in her mouth.

"It should mean something to you kid," said Shaundi, "because I'm the bitch that's going to put a bullet in Loren, and I'm not going to have that chance go to waste because we have to babysit." Katrina slowly turned back around, spitting the blood onto the floor, and swung a powerful fist to Shaundis' face, nailing her in the jaw and making her spin right around. As the other 'Saints' were checking on Shaundi, Katrina brought her fist to her mouth,

"Promotion: Rook!" She whispered. Luckily no one noticed the red chess piece flashing above her briefly as Shaundi turned back around, rubbing her own jaw, "Look, Shaundi, right? Let's not stray too far from the subject; everyone in this room wants to kill Loren, and I am no exception." Shaundi removed her hand from her jaw and slammed a fist of her own against Katrinas' face, the Goddess of War taking the hit generously.

"What the hell have you got to do with it? Has Loren killed someone you cared about?! Huh?! Has he?!"

WHAM!!

Shaundi was sent skidding on the floor after recieving a powerful punch to the face from Katrina, her eyes rolling, dazed for but a moment before regaining control and turning surprised eyes to Katrina,

"Loren didn't take anything from me," said Katrina, "but I do know what it's like to lose someone you care about..." she turned to Jason, "...weather it's a parent..." she turned to the other Saints who decided to watch the fight, "...or a close friend..." she turned back to Shaundi, "...I have lost more in my lifetime than I will admit, and most of it was taken by the same person. This 'Loren' guy, sounds like he has the same habit of taking special people away as well. So while neither of us will get back those we care for, at least we can stop the bastards from taking any more." Everyone was caught offguard by Katrinas' words, even more so when the gray girl offered her hand to Shaundi, meaning to help her up, and more so still when Shaundi accepted the hand and was helped to her feet. For a moment, she just stared at Katrina, then she backed away, as did most of the Saints, leading Katrina to turn around, seeing the tall man from before standing right behind her, giving her a stern look before cracking a smile,

"Anybody capable of knocking Shaundi on her ass without pissing me off, is worth keeping around." He held out his hand to Katrina, "Welcome to the Saints kid." Katrina cringed on the inside before accepting the handshake,

"Please, call me Katrina."

"Call me Boss," said the man.

"'Boss?'" Katrina repeated, making sure she heard correctly, to which the man nodded.

"Hey Boss!" All eyes turned to a dark skinned man in a grey suit jacket and slacks with a tan newsboy hat, a purple dress shirt, and a gold fleur-de-lis hanging from his neck on a gold chain, "Me and the boys came back with enough guns to turn Lorens skyscraper into swiss cheese!" The man saw Katrina, and gave Boss a raised eyebrow, "What's with the jailbait?"

WHUMP!!

With zero warning given, zero effort shown, Katrina had Pierce on the ground with one punch to the abdomen,

"Well, I think I finally found something worse than calling me a 'kid,'" she said to herself...