I'm not here for your entertainment,

You really don't want to mess with me tonight.

Just stop and take a second,

I was fine before you walked into my life.

- U + Ur Hand, Pink.

"Just a formality Mr Miller."

Philippe's French accent seeping through heavily.

"With all due respect sir, last time I was out in public, I was almost killed."

Miller gripped onto the large circle table in front of him in frustration.

"This is a highly protected event; everybody is scanned before they walk in."

Loren tried to justify, pausing in the middle of his sentence to take a drag from his cigarette.

"The saints have no barely any standing in Steelport and every member of the Syndicate is on full alert. They won't get within a mile of the place before there shot."

One of the DeWyntre sisters added to the debate.

"I'll happily crush any skull that thinks it's going to ruin one of my favourite events of the year, aside from the Murderbrawl of course."

Killbane connected his hand and fist together to make a statement which made Matt gulp in fear.

"Then it is settled. Bring two of your finest to the event, flash a few smiles and were done. I'll be doing the talking, so there's nothing to worry about."

Philippe took another drag from his cigarette, and dismissed them all with a wave of his hand.

Nothing to worry about? Of course. He said the exact same thing when he said I should do some advertising at Image as Designed. How did that one turn out?

Pressing the button on the elevator, he smiled at the memory. What was actually the most dangerous night ever, was actually the most adrenaline pumping time in his life, and he found himself actually strangely enjoying it.

But the matter still remained of the Syndicates ball that was being held in a night's time. The leaders of the Syndicate would turn up with two of their finest women, parade around a little, shake hands with some of the richest member of the USA, and smile falsely all night while Loren gave his annual speech. It was normally a time to downgrade other rival company whilst promoting your own, but this year it was probably going to be used to humiliate the Saints, but there was no doubt to whether or not they were going to be there, they were.

Ramona and Faith both flooded into his mind when he thought about who to bring. Ramona wouldn't be a problem, as far as he knew, she moderately like him. But Faith… Faith was a completely different story. She more than likely hated him in more ways than one and inviting someone as vulgar as her to one of the fanciest nights in Steelport history? That would be one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Yet he felt himself compelled to do so anyway.

What were their last names? Wolff. The Wolff sisters. That might just work. Name always meant something amongst the higher members of society. A hair cut here and a touch up there, they could look exactly like twins.

"You're smiling friend. Thinking of who to bring?"

Killbane's alto voice rattled through the elevator, not piercing the silence, murdering it.

"Y-yes. Have you?"

Matt's voice sounding like a high pitched squeal compared to the Luchadores.

"Oh yeah. I've been thinking about these really hot broads from….."

Matts mind trailed off into the events of the day before whilst pretending to listen. It was the way Faith smiled after she destroyed the car. It was like everything else in the world was suddenly shoved aside, and in that one moment of time, everything was perfect. Her smile was contagious. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. The light flicker of head lamps on her face, the pale moonlight reflecting-

"Matt?"

Matt was thrown out of thought when he felt Killbane's bear type grip on his shoulder.

"You okay kid, looked a little distant there?"

"I-im fine. 'Gotta go, preparations and all that. Good-day!"

Matt quickly scuffled out the elevator and almost ran to where his car was, Killbane only rolling his eyes. Not being able to drive, the leader had someone to do it for him. Getting in the passenger seat, he quickly logged into the GPS where he wanted to go, and without question, the driver set off for his destination: Rim Jobs.

000

"NO. NOT A FUCKING CHANCE."

Faith all but screamed throwing her spanner roughly onto a table in rage.

"Oh come on, it's one night. That's all I ask."

"Leave me alone. IT'S ALL I ASK."

Faith pounded the table with her fist, which made Matt jump in shock.

Gosh this woman was quite something.

He quickly looked around to try and find Ramona, though she appeared to be out. There was no way that Faith was going to be swayed with just his words. He needed something more… solid. He swallowed, and picked his words carefully before saying them.

"Fine, it's your choice. But don't expect this garage to last very long. You're deep in Decker territory remember, it won't be long until this place would be closed. For good."

Matt crossed his arms, smirk embedded on his face, transferring his weight to his left foot.

Faith was silent for a while, frowning and searching his face for any hint of a lie, not taking her fists off of the table in front.

"You wouldn't dare."

Every word was dripped in venom, and pronounced very slowly. Taking the garage from Faith was like taking meat away from a starving lion, there was just no way was it happening. Rim Jobs was all that Faith had, all that was keeping her sane. Hell, she spent more time in here than her apartment, and god knows that Ramona was all that was keeping those walls from falling apart.

"Keep telling yourself that."

Matt pondered the words once again before saying them; knowing one wrong word placement could more than likely cost him his walking ability.

Faith growled audibly, stood up straight and opened her mouth to say something, before there was a loud sound of a door slamming open and stumbling in came a much occupied Ramona, with a crate that was almost overflowing with scrap metal.

"Are you just gonna' stand there and gawp, or are you going to help?"

Ramona wheezed, as she used her foot to shut the door closed again.

Faith eyes lightened up at the sight of the box and she quickly jogged over and took it off of her sister with a staggering ease. She walked over to the table again (which now had a lovely little indentation), and placed the box down, and began inspecting each of the pieces closely. It was a moment before Ramona spotted the Decker standing in the middle.

"Oh, hey Matt, something you need?"

Ramona said panting. Matt walked Ramona over until they were out of earshot, and explained his situation again.

"I'd love to! But…"

She looked over at Faith, who had pulled up a stool, and was writing down something in one of her many logs. Ramona sighed heavily and crossed her arm, obviously working out some sort of plan, her face clear with determination.

"Give me a moment."

She whispered to the Decker's leader, before strutting over to her sister, and they began chatting quietly between themselves.

He took a moment to review his surroundings. What hit him the most was the smell of burning metal, that got under his nostrils first, and he even noticed Faith smelling faintly of it, that and faded perfume. The place was littered with tools, metals, car parts and various other odds and ends. Rusty machinery and contraptions lay, used heavily. How someone could live in a place like was beyond belief. The only bit he remotely liked was the collection of desks and computers in one of the corners, but there were crowded with papers, empty coffee cups and pens. If they actually agreed to this ball, he'd have to remember to give this place a Decker's revamp.

A few minutes later, Ramona came walking over with a content look on her face, and looking behind her, Faith suddenly looked very tired as she walked over to a coffee machine.

"It'll take me several weeks of tidying, cleaning and getting her something called a "wraith" but I think we're good."

She smiled faintly, and clapped her hands in accomplishment.

It wasn't every day that Faith was persuaded.

"Brilliant. 6pm, wear something fancy and don't be late."

And without another word, he left again, eager to get the intruding smell of rust out of his system.

"Did I just hear what I thought I did?"

Faith said, taking a sip from her coffee and cursing when it burnt her tongue.

"Ah come on. Weeks of tidying this craphole? I think that's a fair trade. Presides, you're gonna' look pretty damn tight in a dress."

Faith groaned in defeat, as her sister sprang back into her computer seat, eager to find a suitable dress for the evening.

"Hey, did you know this evening is one of the most heavily funded events of the year?"

Ramona said, not taking her eyes off of the desk.

"So?"

"Each gang leader of the Syndicate is meant to bring two of his finest women to the ball."

"Oh, I'm honoured."

The sarcasm dripped off of Faith's tongue as she was scribbling something down in one of her books again.

"And get this; this time is mainly used for the Syndicate to downplay other companies, gangs and organisations. To humiliate them. You get what this means?"

"The spice girls are finally going to re-unite and take over the world?"

Faith sneered, taking another sip from her coffee.

"No. They're going to downplay the Saints and get more support on Syndicate side of things, financially and physically. Do the math dumbass."

A few silent moments passed before Faith finally got the memo.

"The Saints are gonna' crash it."

Faith put it bluntly, as if not believing it herself.

"No way are we going to be able to sneak guns in there, but we've gotta' be prepared somehow."

After hearing that, Faith grabbed her phone from her desk and began dialling up a number.

"Who you calling?"

"You think i'm getting shot up at some corporate freak-show? I'm sneaking us some fire power."