Jasper leaned against Shaundi as Monica Hughes went on about her husband and how great he was and how he protected the streets of Stilwater from gang violence. The teen had to roll his eyes at that, The Saints helped wipe out all of them, they even worked with the police...or against them to go with them. The young artist shook his head against the thoughts not really care about it as the Beauty Queen of Stilwater took the stereotypical giant fucking scissors to cut the stereotypical giant fucking ribbon to open up a very stereotypical giant fucking bridge in her husbands name.

He couldn't help but smile when his eyes caught sight of his mother and father's picture next to the podium that Monica was speaking at. Adrian didn't really have to do much, just had to ask her with a charming smile if they could put it up and she said yes. The brunette wondered briefly if his parents could see the picture from heaven but quickly shook out those childish thoughts. Shaking his head again he tuned back into Monica's speech,

"It is my greatest privilege to honor him with this bridge-"

It was then that all hell broke loose. Behind them a screeching car sounded making Jasper turn around and look to see five green trucks going full speed toward them. Jasper looked toward Adrian who gave him the same look of confusion which...scared the teen.

The screaming sounds of guns was let loose as bullets whizzed by them. Adrian and Jasper both pulled a piece and gave a few rounds before Adrian grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the car and tapped the hood of the car twice signaling it was time to take their leave. The car pulled off quickly screeching to life followed by two other Saint vehicles. Adrenaline was pumping through Jasper's veins as fear surrounded him, he felt arms wrap around him and he asked,

"Who are these guys?" He heard Adrians voice above him answering sarcastically,

"I don't know but they sure don't have any manners!" The teen swallowed thickly as the car picked up speed he heard the guns going off and he cursed himself as he was too scared to even try and pull his piece out again. Adrian might call him a Gat, but right now...

The night sky was illuminated by the cities lights. A light wind was sent a calm across the figures that were strategically placed throughout the towns tallest buildings facing the new bridge. One figure in particular smirked as he saw the small specks of purple speed across the way running from green. Pulling a walkie talkie a gruff voice sounded alerting all figures around,

"Time for the high spot boys." With that RPGs were lifted and as though if they were comets the explosives ran through the blackness creating light from their tails in their wake.

Back on the bridge in the midst of chaos Jasper felt his heart sink into his stomach when he looked up and saw what looked like grenade launchers being pulled and shot off.

"RPG'S COMING IN!" He yelled in warning and was kicked back as Shaundi stepped on it even harder. Terrified he trembled in Adrian's arms which held him tighter as his heart pounded so hard against his chest.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw one of the brides hangers being undone and hurdling towards the bridge. If he had been religious Jasper might have used the time to repent before being crushed to death. But within a few feet and a few seconds early they had slipped by leaving the car behind them to be crushed under the thick metals weight.

The brunette looked behind them and saw the bridge had cracked causing a rift to form meaning that he and the rest of the Saints were safe. With adrenaline pumping he felt as relaxed as he could get at that moment as he took a breath of relief. But Jasper didn't see the rouge RPG coming right for them, and as the car was tipped over his head exploded with pain.

And then it all went black.

Jasper!

The teen heard someone call his name, but he couldn't put a face to the voice.

Jasper!

There it was again. The brunette's eyes blinked open only to be instantly irritated by something.

Jasper!

Looking around Jasper saw blood and tried to scream but couldn't.

Why can't I breath?!

Jasper!

Looking up the teen saw a white dot in the middle of a world of black. Not really knowing what was taking him over he raced toward it. Every muscle ached with the exertion, but something kept him going.

Jasper!

That's what kept him going. That voice. It was something about that voice that made him reach for that white. Growing bigger in size Jasper felt his muscles give up on him as it was becoming too much, but with one last thrust upward he broke through.

Coughing and sputtering Jasper got the water out of his lungs as he looked around to find Adrian.

"JASPER!" Whipping around he saw the gang leader swim toward him,

"Adrian!" He called using the last of his energy to get closer to the man who held the most concerned look in his dark lavender eyes Jasper had seen. When he got to him Adrian wrapped his arms around the teen and held him tight to his chest.

"I thought I lost you." Jasper felt the emotion in Adrian's usual cool voice. The teen was about to answer when the concerned voice of Shaundi yelled out cutting him off,

"ADRIAN! JASPER! OVER HERE!" Godson and godfather looked at each other for a split second before they both swam their way over to the rest of the crew which had congregated under the bridge to hide from stray gunfire.

"What is that?" Jasper asked curing up to Adrian who's arm held him tighter to him when he saw something floating towards them. Gasping when he saw it was body of someone wearing green; Adrian closed his eyes and moved Jasper away from the floating body.

"Who ever this crew is, they float pretty damn good." Peirce said pulling up the bodies head and looking at their face seeing that they were wearing a luchador mask.

"They're Killbane's thugs." Oleg said with a snagged lip and an air of disgust. Adrian and the rest of the Saints looked at him confused before the leader said,

"Kill-who?"

Oleg swallowed before explaining, "He is the Syndicate's attack dog."

"What he did to Johnny's funeral, that's over the fucking limit." Shaundi's voice shook with anger and sadness, the exact same emotions that were coursing through Jasper's veins like a bitter lava singing his nerves,

"Way over the fucking limit." His voice as cold as the water surrounding them as Oleg looked at them with sympathy,

"He doesn't care about rules of engagement." The teen felt a sick bile raise in his throat, he would tear this Killbane into pieces when he got the chance.

"No rules? We can work with that."

The big guy shook his head and turned to Adrian,

"You're not ready to fight the Syndicate."

"Watch us." Shaundi's voice as cold as Jasper's sending chills down the rest of the groups spines.

"Just relax Shaundi." Adrian said with an air of calmness that amazed Jasper to no end. How could he be so calm about this when he himself was roaring to rip the Syndicate in half!

"You can't just tell us to relax Adrian! Look at what they did to my dad's funeral!" Adrian glared down at the teens outburst and with a small slither of emotion said,

"I know Jasper! But we need to calm down and think or else we'll just be reckless." He turned back to Oleg causing Jasper to scoff, "Alright big guy what do you got?"

Oleg, swallowed and nodded a little bit more relaxed saying, "There are others who hate the Syndicate as much as you do; I will take you to them."

Jasper shook his head and said,

"I don't think anyone could hate the Syndicate as much as we do."