Here's the moral to the story,
We don't do it for the glory.
We don't do it for it money,
We don't do it for the fame.
So all the critics that despise us,
Go ahead and criticise us,
It your tyranny that drives us,
Adding fire to the flame.
But it goes in one ear...

-In One Ear, Cage the Elephant.

Once the elevator reached the ground floor again, we were greeted by a girl, probably no older than 15 with 2 piles of clothing. She handed them us without a word and left.

We quickly made our way out, and sound found that we were even aloud are own Decker's car, much to Faiths delight.

"I'll drive!"

Ramona almost sung, skipping towards the car.

"You can't drive, girl. I'm fed up of head-butting the dashboard."

Faith called after, and shoulder pushing her out the way to jump in with a hand full of clothes. Once Ramona had jumped in the passenger seat, Faith placed her clothes on the backseat and put the key in the ignition, smirking when she heard the baby purr.

"Decent engine, mediocre fitting."

Using an inbuilt GPS, they soon made their way back to their garage, seemingly confused when they saw a few Deckers standing near the entrance. They parked, left their clothes on the backseat and walked up to them.

"Protection I'm guessing?"

They only nodded in reply, as the sisters went inside.

Faith could almost feel all of the weight in the world suddenly drop off of her shoulders, and she breathed in the sweet scent of gasoline, metal and oil. She walked over to her locker and quickly chucked on her workman's overalls, leaving the top half of her body out and soon set to work on the damaged car from earlier.

Ramona slid back into her desk area and noticed a lot of changing on her desktop. The outlay was completely different, and most of her files had been cleared and replaced with some Decker crap. A silent curse left her mouth as she began to try and retrieve her work.

Many hours later, round about 10pm, over the sound of car metal being welded back into place, the familiar tone of vibration could be heard from across Ramona's desk. Ramona reached over to find out it was an incoming call. Grabbing the phone, she stepped into the back room where it was quieter and answered.

"Hello?"

The sound of gunshot ringing in the back could be heard, along with a lot of shouting and explosions.

"Get your arses to Image as Designed, I've logged it on you GPS, and hurry!"

The line went dead, and for probably the third time today Ramona was left bewildered. It sounded like Matt's voice, but what could he possibly be doing outside? He was just as reclusive as Faith was, perhaps more.

Not wanting to question any further, having only been in the gang for a few hours, she placed the phone in her pocket, and dashed over to Faith, quickly explaining everything once the welder had silenced.

Faith grunted before walking over to a cabinet and opening it. Ramona gasped with surprise to see its contents. Many types of weapons lay in there anything from a pistol, to a Rocket Launcher, grenades and the likes.

Faith withdrew an Ak-47, quickly checking it over.

"What are you doing with that?"

Ramona questioned.

"I'm going to hand it over to the saints as a peace treaty. What the hell do you think I'm going to do with this?"

Faith growled, snatching her car keys on the way out of the garage.

She jumped into the white low-top convertible, with a practiced grace, and as soon as Ramona jumped in to they set off with a dangerous amount of speed. Swerving past many corners, and pedestrians, they finally reached their destination, to find it a complete war zone. Saints, Morningstar, Luchadores and Decker's were dotted around everywhere, most fire was sent towards the saints.

Standing up a little to get a clear view, Faith soon spotted Matt amongst it all, cowering behind a car with hands over his face. She couldn't help but chuckle a little, such big talk for such a little man.

"You might want to hold on."

"Wait, what?"

Faith didn't answer her question, only stepped on the gas pedal with an excruciating amount of pressure, and they went ramming into many cars, keeping their heads below the dashboard when a rain of gunfire was directed towards them. Once they reached Matt, Faith whistled loudly, catching his attention, and motioned for him to get in the car. He quickly did so, and as soon as he even touched the car, they were off again, slamming into some cars before the road began to clear, and it was quieter.

"Could of got here a bit sooner, could you not?"

They heard Matt whine from the back. Faith opened her mouth to more than likely emasculate him, which she did pretty damn well, but Ramona spoke first.

"We can drop you back off there and try again if you like?"

Before Matt could retort and gunshot pinged off of the cars boot, which caused him to scream in a rather womanly manner.

Checking in her rear view mirror, Faith noticed a pursuing Saints car.

"Ah, crap. This is precisely the reason I stay indoors."

"I second that."

Matt chimed in smiling weakly at Faith through the rear view mirror, but she only rolled eyes.

"Mona, grab the wheel."

Faith was probably the only one who ever used her nickname, and even then she rarely used it. Ramona complied, happy to be able to drive, as Faith scrambled into the back and facing the boot, knees on the chair, she withdrew her AK and began firing.

Matt, whose head was firmly buried in his hands, glanced over to find the woman who was actually firing back.

"What are you doing?"

He tried to shout over the gunfire, and Faith only ignored him.

Oh, me and her are not going to along, AT ALL.

He tried to lean over to ask again, but as he did so he felt a very strong hand roughly push him back into the car door. His eyes wide, he couldn't believe the nerve of this girl. It wasn't until a gun shot fired into the backseat, directly where he was just leaning, that he realised that she just might have saved his life.

"Bitch! I just replaced that!"

Faith shouted, resuming her fire, this time taking out the driver, which in turn caused the car to crash and explode. Faith almost cheered in excitement.

Wow. For a minute there my anxiety was actually replaced with adrenaline. Hm. Gotta' look into that.

For the first time in her life, Ramona turned around to see her sister smiling, wholeheartedly. No sarcasm, no bitterness, in actually happiness. And as soon as it was there, it went and was replaced but her usual stone faced, perma-frown face.

Faith turned around and collapsed into the seat, wiping her brow and placing her gun next to her.

"Still unimpressed, pretty boy?"

She half laughed, half sighed, half taunted.

He only gulped in response, still in shock and glued to the car door, to which Faith couldn't help but smirk.

"Since when could you use a gun like that?"

Ramona questioned, seemingly surprised by her sisters sudden proficiency.

"Are you kidding me? That was a lucky shot. I could have done that."

Matt suddenly butted in, his usual smug self, back in the game.

"Oh please, don't piss in my ear and tell me it's raining. Stick to your computer kid, this is a grownups chessboard."

Miller still wasn't used to this women's abruptness, and thought it better to just change the subject.

"How come you two aren't in your uniforms?"

Ramona was still in her usual plain black top and skinny jeans with converse and a collection of different bangles and arm wear. Pretty casual, something that any 19 year old internet geek would wear. Completely different to the army style/rebel stuff that 24 year old sister wore.

"Didn't have time."

Ramona bluntly answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Didn't have time? I couldn't help but see your weren't busy enough to pick up the phone rather quickly."

Matt crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, which made Faith just roll her eyes heavily at him again, and run a hand through her fringe, the rest of her hair in a tight ponytail.

"And it saved your ass did it not? Stop your whining, were here now."

They pulled up onto the car park to his building, and Matt got out brushing imaginary dirt off him.

"I guess I do have both of you to thank, if it wasn't for you I'd probably still be-"

"Cowering like a little bitch?"

Faith interrupted messing around with her AK, not taking her eyes of it.

Matt grunted in response before continuing his sentence.

"-in that disaster zone, so thank you. You two have the making of fine Decker's indeed. Drop by tomorrow, and I'll have some work for you to do, since you both seem so capable. Cheers!"

The last part of the sentence was said through gritted teeth, and aimed at Faith who only scoffed.

He turned on his heels and walked into the building.

They pulled out of the car park and continued back home, seemingly both exhausted.

They reached their apartment and parked. Before they entered, Faith stopped to have a quick look at her car.

"Holy crap, how many times did this car take a hit?"

She almost gasped, crouching down and running her hands over one of the side doors, which had taken a considerable amount of damage.

"You can fix it tomorrow, sis. I'm tired and I really don't want to know what kind of crazy ass situation that Matt's going to throw us in tomorrow."

Faith frowned at the reminder and stood up anyway entering the apartment.

As she threw her car keys on the side, she saw her sister smiling at her.

"What?"

"You smiled today."

By now she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Maybe."

"You were excited, happy! I could see it in your eyes!"

Ramona was practically singing.

"I had my back turned and my eyes were focused. You didn't see my face."

"Aw. You're soft on the inside really. You're like a crab. Or lobster."

"A lobster. Really? I'm gonna get some sleep now; I got a feeling Matts got it in for me."

Faith said, strutting into her room, only to be followed by her sister, who was now leaning against the door frame.

"He probably likes you."

"What is this? High school? The kids 16, he should still be there!"

Faith criticised whilst sitting on her bed.

"I never told you he was 16."

"It was a guess."

There was a silence as Ramona gave Faith a knowing look, which caused Faith to sigh in defeat.

"So I might have been a bit curious and did a little research while you were out getting some groceries. No big deal. It's just impressive. When I was 16 I was worrying if my ass was too small, not running a gang."

Ramona rolled her eyes dramatically, her head following.

"You know, you've probably dated younger."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Dylan, Bryan, Daniel, Alex-"

"Ok! Ok! But I'm not looking for a toy-boy now cupid."

"We'll see."

Oh god. I've heard that before. 'We'll see' always means 'I'm going to do my best to get involved, using my technologically fucked up mind, and you're going to hate me for it because all you can do is fix cars'. Well I'm still alive. And if that kid thinks he's gonna get to me, he'll find my foot soon up his ass. And that'll be good enough for me, for now.