Hopefully I don't have to keep adding these to the chapters but: Don't own anything but one character, Alith anar owns Kane. And there we go.
2. Blasts from the Past
by: DahkWaltz
Kane's memory wasn't exactly full clarity, what with the drugs, the fun and the rock n' roll, but he could remember a number of things over the years. The majority were memories of things that could be considered hilarious by the Saints standards, stuff like when Shaundi booty-bumped Pierce down a building onto the stunt-air-mattress below, or the time Johnny lit an Irish boy's ass on fire for getting into a brawl with several Saints.
Then there were memories that he wished he couldn't remember, let the drugs, alcohol, fun and rock n' roll take it away. The moment he found out what Shaundi did with her phone, he wasn't thrilled, none at all. It wasn't Troy that he was worried about, the current Stilwater Chief of Police was still one of the few that would be invited to any of the Saints parties freely. He barely talked to the guy anymore but he could still call him friends...somewhat.
Nope, it doesn't take a genius to figure out who Troy still had connections with. A heavy duty arms dealer, a local psychotic and the little shit who burnt half the town of Stilwater the last time she was there.
Painted Face...
The smoke that wavered straight up easily indicated where that woman was in the University District. Just to the North of the district, before the drive-in theater and the bridge on the northeastern part of Stilwater, there was a gas station. Was would be the best term for it, as the entire store was destroyed. A green stiletto was embedded into the actual store, the tail end of the car sticking high into the air with two Samedi bodies hanging from it. The store owners were gone, at least Kane thought they were, but bodies of many Samedi and a few Saints were all around the gas station. The pumps themselves were pretty much blown up, with fire escaping the tanks and splotches of fire everywhere.
"Hey Boss, what's up?" He heard her say this before he saw her...it had been so long since he saw 'that woman' that he couldn't remember her face. Oh sure, he knew what she looked like, yet his memory, the damn fisherman's floppy hat that she wore shaded her face in completely somehow. She tilted her head and took a very heavy swig of the beer she was holding in her hand.
She was sitting on two Samedi bodies, wearing that fucking black and white striped tank-top she loved to wear, showing off the tattoos that flow down her arms. She always wore pants that seemed too big for her with a belt holding them up, and a silver chain hanging off the left side. The Saints surrounding the area saluted Kane as he stepped up to 'that woman'. He sighed lightly as he looked around at the mess. "You know, you were here to take out a few lieutenants, you really know how to make a fucking mess..."
Though her face was a blur, he remembered her grinning. "Eh, it's what I do..." She uttered and slowly sipped her bear. "So what brings you here, beyond remarking on my mess?"
Kane shrugged lightly. "Just making sure you're okay...you jumped the gun when it came to the Brotherhood..."
That woman returned the question with a shrug. "We were going to fight them regardless, boyo. Just so happens that Maero's mouth pissed me off..."
Kane growled and held out a finger, pointing at her. "Hey, we will start the fight when I say we fight. I declared war on the Ronin already, and you are suppose to be focusing on the Samedi." He crossed his arms. "The Saints are coming back, and we're growing, but not fast enough to fight all three at the same time!"
The woman stood up and chuckled a bit. "Well, ain't you the big, bad boss?" She stated and moved up to him, tossing the empty beer bottle aside. "These fucks think they're very well organized, but they'll be easy to fuck up.." she states, and with her hands, straightens up Kane's jacket. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing..."
He remembers her grinning then, then walking off. He let out a small sigh and rubbed his head. "Fuck...I get the feelin' we're in a lot more trouble than it's worth..."
"The Fuck you say!?" Kane managed to say...trying his best not to scream out loud and try to wake up the landlady just downstairs…like they did twenty minutes ago when a group of ten Saints were trying to get several crates up the flight of stairs, and pretending that it wasn't a crate full of guns despite the pictures on the sides.
The Armory Raid had been quite the success, and soon they had enough weapons to at least do a few raids here and there, though they'll need to get bigger guns later. Still, the UVA Drone controls were a new weapon they could easily use…or was it UAV Drone controls? He couldn't remember, but it exploded Tanks pretty damn well, so it was well worth it.
He tried to set Shaundi back to Stilwater, and Pierce made an attempt to help him, but Shaundi's mind was set, and within a few moments, it was agreed the three stick around to take out the Syndicate.
...It was then that Shaundi's cell rang, and she just received a text message from Troy...That woman was coming to Steelport.
It was troubling news, to say the least. He didn't need that Wildcard in Steelport, not when he needed to focus on Loren. Last thing he needed was a psychotic biker chick coming in and blowing up have the city.
...Like she did back in Stilwater.
"What? You were expecting it to be just us?" Shaundi stated, glaring at the Boss. "...Look, I want the entire Syndicate burnt to the ground, and I know that in order to do that, we need muscle..." She states softly.
"Yeah, but…why her!? She's crazy!" Kane managed, running his fingers through his hair. "I mean, c'mon, that's not cool!"
Shaundi just frowned. "...Look at us, Boss...Pierce and I have become television celebrities, and you've gone soft..."
"Johnny was right...we traded our dicks in for pussies...we aren't the powerhouses we were before...The Saints need to get back to our roots, and we need some psychotic motherfucker like Painted Face to help us out!" She stated, moving over to sit on a couch, making sure the gun was ready and able.
Kane frowned and shook his head. "Fuck this...I'm gonna go find a bar, get my ass drunk...and hope that damn bar will still be around when we're through with the Syndicate..."
He gave Shaundi a look, waving his hand lightly like "I'll get back to you, bitch' before he walked out of the apartment. A quick carjack later, he was off, already heading across a bridge and towards a pub, tavern...anything that had a fucking bar, and forget some of the more...memorable moments in his life...
The much further Past
"Fuck yeah!" Johnny Gat hollered, looking completely pumped and ready to just kill anything really. His eyes turned towards a single guy, wearing a pair of beat up jeans, a black shirt, and tennis shoes. If anybody was truly a regular guy, it would have been Kane at that time. Picked up by Julius randomly on the streets of the Row, he really was asked to join the Saints because they needed more manpower. Kane wasn't exactly the biggest guy, but he was muscle. Maybe Julius saw something in the guy at the time. Granted, it was obvious that Johnny didn't at the time.
"Who the fuck's this guy?"
Julius nodded to Kane, who merely nodded back. "Troy and I found him, I was gonna see if he'd ride with us..."
It seemed that Johnny wasn't convinced, though to be honest Kane later found out that Johnny was just setting up for the initiation...he didn't really care who joined either way. "Julius, if he wants to run with the Saints, he's gotta be canonized."
Before Julius could respond, Troy, who was standing right next to him, shook his head. "He's right, Julius. Everyone had to do it."
Julius looked to Kane and waved a finger to him. "You ready for this, playa?"
Kane's only response was to crack his neck, then smirks as he raises his fists.
The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. He was a fury of punches, taking out several of the other Saints that were coming at him. Few were able to block him, and he found himself tossing all to the side. The few moments had passed, and his knuckles were bloody. He did get a few shots to the jaw, and when it was over, he silently spat out some blood...hitting another guys shoe and making that Saint curse.
Still, the moment he finished, the Saints went quiet...they actually hadn't expected him to throw down so fiercely, and so quickly.
The moment soon passed. Troy walked up with probably the biggest grin he's ever had. "You earned your colors today." He states, moving up to take Kane's hand and giving him a pat on the shoulder, the 'hug' that Kane got so used to doing.
The next Lieutenant stepped up to him, patting him on the shoulder and grinning. "That's some impressive shit; the only other Saint who kicked ass like that was Johnny."
Dex pointed him over to the little asian guy with quite possibly the most ridiculous hairstyle. Johnny waved his hands out and grinned. "Shit, took me half the time."
Kane just smirked softly to that response, though as Johnny finished...he noticed there was another person that stood out from the 'regular' Saints. Behind Johnny was a girl, leaning against the tree. She had a small purple top that left her breasts covered, though her stomach completely exposed. She had a black trenchcoat on and a pair of jeans that looked as if they were about to fall right off it it weren't for the belt she was wearing. She had a baseball hat on that covered much of her face...still, he could see her lips, which were in a smirk.
Just before he could even nod to the gal, Julius got a hold of his attention once more. "Welcome to the Third Street Saints. Let's get down to business..."
Six beers later, Kane was nearly trying to drown himself in his own drink. Not really bcause of the memory, but because the bartender had the gale to inform him on what 'Feels Boss' means...
...He wish he could drink that memory away, but to his dismay, the visual kept coming to mind. Despite the horrible information, he remembered the good ol' days, back when Gat was just a short little Asian boy with a mouth, Dex was still cool with the Saints and Julius...wasn't an asshole really.
...and...Lin...
He waved for another beer. Of all the people he did miss...it was Lin. Sure, she only knew him for several months, but damn, those were the best few months he had. Nothing like having a woman who could join him at a bar and kick as much ass as he could. Fuck, he knew that Pierce often got rid of the articles that spoke about Lin. Sure, he could make jokes about Zombie Lin all the time...but...the real thing?
He downed half the contents of his beer and slammed it onto the table. Lin, Carlos, and now Johnny. Carlos' death was like a little version of him that died...it changed the dynamic of how he ran the gang afterwards. He was sorely protective of the other two because of that. But to lose Lin and Johnny...
There was always a different feeling to the Saints compared to the others...A rough little family that was chaotic, but when push came to shove, they banded together and took out the focus of there anger. Today it was Phillipe, tomorrow…who knows? But, because of the feel of the family...
Lin was close, and her death broke something in him that he really could never recover...
Dex betrayed the gang, 'moved on up' and tried to destroy the gang personally...to Kane, Dex was dead.
And now Johnny...Troy was the only man left alive during that time, but he's no longer a Saint even if he remains friends to the gang to this day...
But that's where Kane was going...the old gang is fully dead...except himself... All his brothers and his sister died, and he was the last.
He placed his thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of his nose and sighed lightly...
What saved him from his memories was the phone ringing. He begrudgingly lifted the phone, hoping that it was anybody but Shaundi...
It wasn't, it was Pierce. He answered it and settled, rubbing his nose and sniffing, making some noise and probably sounded like the sob junk to the rest of the bar. "How's the crew settling in?" He stated, wanting to really just change the subject in his mind.
"Man, we gotta get a new place. That studio shit ain't workin at all." He could hear Pierce from the other end. If anything, he could picture the entire gang in that little apartment with Pierce stuck in the middle. The only way you could find Pierce was that damn white suit.
The thought put a smile to his lips, and Kane returned with. "Awww, spent too much time in posh hotels?"
Years ago, Pierce would have been angered by any teasing little comment. Now though? "I can't help it if the rest of the world treats the Saints right."
"Doesn't mean we should get soft," Kane muttered in response, slowly standing up. It was then he felt a draft across his shoulder, and he looked over to it. Damn, he forgot that he was still wearing the suit from the plane. Holes were everywhere, and he looked like he was dragged along the ground behind a dirt bike. Damn, I look like shit... Kane thought, but didn't say out loud.
"I hear ya," Pierce responded. "Listen, how about you and me roll around the city and see what Steelport has to offer?"
Which meant that he might be able to get new clothes...hell yes...
"You convinced me, Meet me at the..." He looked at his GPS. "...Park, I'll pick you up."
He soon jumped into his 'stolen' raycaster, and was off in a flash, heading directly to where the park was.
"Shaudi's taking this thing with Gat pretty hard."
Kane just looked to him for a moment. Pierce was getting better at not digging the spoon into a man's back with his commentary these days. The Saints Flow pop icon should get into politics at this rate. "We all are."
Pierce just settled back. "I know, but you're always pissed off. Our girl's not as crazy as you."
Which was true. Shaundi being pissed off was because of Josh Burk, and *then* it was Johnny. Kane figured that it was because of Johnny, Shaundi snapped a little inside.
Hell, he understood snapping. Lin was his.
Still, Kane gave Pierce a smile and nodded to him. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her..."
Pierce nodded back and looked out the window quietly. A moment of silence he asked. "How long were you rolling with Gat, anyway?"
Kane looked at him oddly. Though then his eyes went back to the road. That's right, Pierce actually doesn't know about the first group of Saints. He knew that Johnny, and later Dex and Troy were all in the Saints at one period of time. Kane just smirked to Pierce. "Long time. He was there when I first joined the Saints."
"Shit, what was he like back then?"
"He mellowed with age...until Aisha died, then he was fucking pissed."
There was a pause in the conversation...until Pierce turned to him. "...What about...her?" Pierce didn't need to elaborate, Kane knew that he was asking about 'that woman'. "Didn't she join the saints a little befo..."
"...Rather not talk about that...not yet anyway..." Kane was forgetting the past few hours by force, he didn't really want to remember that the crazy little fuck was coming here.
Pierce looked over, and was about to say something, but then the car turned towards Rimjobs. And the conversation was forgotten.
Pierce eyed the car and grinned from ear to ear. "Car's got some more style, now it's our turn. Head to Planet Saints."
Kane looked at him oddly. "I dunno man, That's like wearing the band's t-shirt to the concert."
Pierce, still grinning, held up his hands lightly. "Nothing wrong with wanting to look good!"
Kane waved him off, his own smug grin forming. "I always look good." But he knew better, he needed a new suit anyway.
Pierce just shrugged himself. Kane knew that Pierce was trying to settle him down, and to be honest? Getting a new suit would actually help with that. He needed it badly.
After a quick moment of silence, Pierce moved his hand over to the radio. "We need some drivn' music."
"See if you can find something good." Kane stated simply, focusing on the road now.
Pierce changed the radio until it hit Sublime's "What I got" the man grinned. "Ooooh yeah...oh shit..."
Kane grinned, he loved this song. "Turn it up..."
It was a few moments later, the two started to sing like idiots to the song. During the song, Kane suddenly realized that the pain he was feeling barely a half hour ago was now gone. Fucking Pierce, he can make anybody relax by being himself.
He should settle down on his teasing of Pierce...eventually...
Either way, it settled him down fully now. He even finally forgot Shaundi's conversation about that woman...
...though unfortunately he was reminded not too long later...
A new suit later, Kane was now happy as a pig in mud. Now wearing a suit coat, pants, with a purple vest and a white shirt underneath; the very moment he got that suit on, he was dancing around like an idiot in front of the mirror. Thankfully Pierce was too occupied with buying the same damn suit that he was wearing now. What's with Pierce and wearing white? He wasn't like that one rapper...damn…he was going to have a meeting with that Rapper, he should get Paul and reset the meeting...
Soon though, Pierce stepped back in. "Time to go..." He grins, grabbing the bag of cloths that he got himself. Just as he stepped out the door…it sounded like a truck hit the ground. Though there wasn't anything chaotic outside that would make a car fly through the air. Instead, there was a Syndicate truck in front of the store...
And one of the biggest, burliest fucking things just walked around the truck, glaring at Kane and Pierce.
"...What the Fuck is that thing!?" Pierce stated...and dropped his bag.
The giant man suddenly ran towards them…his shoulder hit the truck that he was next to…and the truck decided to flip over. At least that's what Kane 'wanted' it to be.
"...Something very pissed off..." Kane managed, and suddenly jumped out of the way from the giant guy who rammed into the store, taking it out pretty quick. Moments later the Giant was back out. Kane found himself running...around another Syndicate car, to which the giant merely flipped the car, killing the occupants.
"This guy means business!" Pierce yelled out from behind another car.
"You think!?" Kane cried out, pulling out his pistol. "He flipped a fucking car!"
"He on steroids or something?" Pierce finished, pulling out his own pistols
Kane fired at the top of the Giant's head, and to his surprise, the giant man did not fall over. In fact he took the bullet and kept on going like it didn't phase him. "...I'd go with 'or something!' "
Kane found himself running around yet another Syndicate car, completely missing what it was as he continued to fire away at the Giant. He soon found himself running out of bullets. And he turned to run. Just as his gun was reloaded...a tree-trunk of a hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and soon Kane was floating in mid air, with the hand keeping him hanging there. Kane looked right at the giant, whose fist was reared back, ready to punch him.
"Fuck no, not the suit! Don't hit the suit!" Kane cried out. Dammit, he just got this suit.
The punch might as well felt like the time he got hit by a car, it sent him flying. He floated for several moments before he crashed upon a random parked car on the side of the road. Despite the earlier comment, he reached up, stroking his glasses. "My glasses okay?" He stated in a groan, his chest felt like he was stuck in a vice. He looked up to see that the Giant suddenly picked up a Syndicate person...and threw him towards Kane. Kane let out a 'shit' before rolling off the car, dropping behind it….only for the Syndicate body hitting the car hard enough to slide it...And Kane was now in view once more.
"Oh shit..." He managed. And rolled once more out of the wait of the giant man running by. "Damn, do the fucking Syndicate hire football-rejects, I mean, c'mon!" He pulled out his SMG, making sure it was reloaded before he once more began fire. "...if my pistol can't do anything, let's see if your face can handle a shitload of bullets..."
A round later, and the giant continued towards Kane. "You have got to be shi-"
The giant backhanded him, which once more sent him flying. He hit the ground and let out a sigh. "Getting tired of this shit..." Kane stated, and looked up to see the Giant's foot coming down on him. Kane rolled out of the way just as the foot crashed into the ground.
Kane rolled and got to a knee…and fired his SMG into the giant's foot, half a round later...the Giant suddenly took a knee, letting out a few gasps. Kane grinned and finally got to his feet. He pulled out the last of his grenades, pulled the pin, and stuffed the grenade into the giant's mouth. He stepped back...and the grenade took the giant's head off.
"Finally!" he growled, and turned around...
And found at least a dozen Syndicate cars were now all in front of Planet Saints. There were just...a sea of Syndicate members. So many that Kane just hung his head. "Oh, for fucks sakes..."
"BOSS!" and that's when Kane would hear Pierce. He finally noticed it. Pierce was huddled behind a Syndicate car, his hands over his head as the car was just getting riddled with bullets. The Syndicate was focusing on him, and not the boss, and when you have that many...well, the car was already on fire suddenly, and Pierce looked to it, crying out a 'shit!'.
No... Kane thought, growling as he pulled out his pistol. Firing at a few of the Syndicate, dropping them. I ain't losing Pierce too...
His pistol suddenly needed to be reloaded...he had no clips left.
His SMG was also empty.
"No...nonononono..." He cried, and took a step to start a fucking brawl with the Syndicate. But...Kane knew he was too late. Pierce couldn't step out or be killed, and the car was going to explode any second...And Kane couldn't do a damn thing...
A roar suddenly passed Kane...and he stopped in mid-step. He looked over to find something...oddly familiar.
...It was a truck...looking exactly like those Trucks the FBI used to drive around in back when he was in Stilwater. It was sliding into the chaos. In fact in one fell moment, the truck slide into the Syndicate 'traffic jam', slamming a few cars and flipping them…and somehow hit the car that was on fire, flipping that as well and away from Pierce, saving his life.
As the car was still sliding...the passenger door opened...and Kane's irritation returned once more.
As the truck started to slide to a halt, a being stepped out of the car, taking two steps and the truck slide to a halt, an inch from Pierce, who wasn't even aware that he was just saved. The figure that stepped out...was wearing jeans that were a little too lose, with a chain hooked up on the left side. 'She' was wearing a black and white stripped tank-top, with a vest that looked like it was made of Kevlar or something.
But it was the face that made Kane recognize her...that and the Stupid floppy fisherman's hat that she wore. The damn hat was always a bit too large, and hung low on her head to conceal her face if the shadows covered her. Still, in this light, he could see her face. The paint that covered her face...
...Painted Face...
If looks could kill, then Kane's glare would have strangled this woman. Instead, the woman responded with a smirk, and a click of her dual SMGs.
The Syndicate were in a daze, more surprised that a truck showed up and smashed through their defenses than anything else. Before they could get their bearings, Painted Face turned her dual SMGs towards them, and fired away...
For the most part, the firing merely made the Syndicate duck for cover...only a few idiots were hit by the gunfire. Once the clips for both the SMGs were empty, she dropped them...only to pull out dual pistols. 45 Shepards, only these were black. Painted Face waited for a quiet moment as she took a few steps...a Syndicate head peeked over the car...only to be shot once between the eyes, Painted Face then waited again.
Every shot that was made by Painted Face...was a Syndicate that went down. No need to waste bullets. She lowered one pistol, firing towards the ground. The bullet bounced, hit a tire, and the suddenly tire exploded startled a Syndicate, and he jumped up with "What the...!" before a bullet hit his head too...
And Kane watched, staring in fact. Every shot she made was a hit, or even directing the Syndicate to get to that hit.
The voice of Johnny suddenly rang in his head. "We traded our Dicks for Pussies." And it became clear to Kane as he watched as Painted Face was showing her badass self at this moment. "I lost my game..." Kane stated...back in the day? He could do shit like this...no…actually he couldn't. Hell, Painted couldn't do this shit back in the day...
Kane had lost much of his skills for murder, PF honed her skills..
He settled. "Fuck that...time to clean up my act..."
He was surprised when he heard a "Boss!" but it wasn't Pierce. The Driver of the big-ass truck stepped out, and tossed Kane a clip. Kane grinned and nodded to the driver before he reloaded, and stepped into the fray.
Granted, his attacks were rusty, so it took him 2-3 bullets to take down a guy, but hell if he didn't feel better already. He managed to stand behind Painted Face and continued to fire.
As Kane's pistol was nearly out of bullets once more, he suddenly heard Pierce once more. "Time to tip on outta here!"
"No doubt" Kane stated, placing his pistol away. He glared over towards Painted, who was still firing away.
"Go, boyo, I'll keep these assholes occupied until you get to safety...Meet me at Smiling Jacks in an hour...we'll talk then..." Painted stated, then went back to firing.
As irritated as Kane was, he found himself heading back to his Raycaster, jumping in along with Pierce, drove off.
As soon as they no longer heard Syndicate...for the moment, Pierce sighed. "That big fucker wasn't normal..." Pierce stated...like he somehow missed the giant truck showing up.
Still, it was enough to settle Kane down once more. "You think?"
"I've seen some scary motherfuckers, but the way he was shrugging off bullets...?"
Kane nodded softly. "Yeah, something wasn't right...At least he's dead." Oh hell, did Kane really wish that there was only the one big bastard...
"I hear that..."
Smiling Jack's was a small café in the corner of a main street, not too far away from his crib. An hour had passed, and after making sure his suit and shades were not affected by the chaos, he was drove over to the café.
A legion of Kenshin bikes were resting there, and several dozen men wearing thick-ass armor that rivaled Swat were all there, and gave him a nod. One of them even gave him an old Saints salute. "Good to ya boss..."
There was something about having a guy like this salute you that kind of gave you strength, and for some odd reason, he felt a little better. His headache was there during the last hour, so something about them acknowledging him settled him the rest of the way.
Soon, he was inside the café. Several tables were filled with armored men, though there were a few that occupied by several civilians. Most of them looked worried, but the gang-bangers seemed more content. The cashier behind the bar didn't' seem to mind, no doubt Painted paid him a shit load of money, and he was happy.
That woman was sitting in the corner of the café. Her hat was set down on the table as well as her two Shepards sitting next to it. In front of the woman was a very large plate filled with fries and one of the biggest burgers that Kane had seen in a long time.
Painted had just taken a bite from it, and lifted her head lightly to look at Kane. Suddenly his memories that were slightly blurred suddenly became clear again, looking right at the face of this woman.
The name Painted Face was possibly the dumbest name they could come up with, though then she didn't want to copy names like Joker, which would have been cool though folks would have taken her as a comic book nerd then. And Mime didn't have a good ring to it…seriously, who would piss their pants when they hear 'the Mime' has come to town?
Nah, Painted Face was her name her entire face was covered in white-makeup, at least that's what it looked like. Black eyeliner to highlight her dark eyes, black paint to cover her lips and the edge of the make-up. It seemed she had changed the design, adding a rough tribal tattoo that made her less of a mime, and more like those Maori warriors that he saw on TV that one time.
The girl kept her piercings as well from those years ago, two silver studs were on her face, one below her bottom lip, the other on her left nostril. Her ears were covered with a few silver and black piercings as well. Black hair split down the middle and ended to her chin, though a little frazzled from the fact that she wore a helmet.
This was fucking Painted Face, the design may have changed but damn if that woman didn't seem to have changed at all. His anger slowly started to rise as he moved up to the table, glaring at her when she grinned in response.
"Well, well, well, the fat fucking cat finally comes to see this old shit...come on, sit down and order this burger, it's fantastic..." Painted grinned upon saying that, holding up the burger fully, revealing the pink inside. "Most fast food places have oatmeal and shit in it at this point, it's good to have some sort of grade beef once and awhile."
"I don't need you here, Painted..." Kane stated, crossing his arms and giving her a glare...which may have easily been ignored only because the damn shades were a little too good, couldn't see the eyes at all.
The woman just stared back at him defiantly, moving a hand away from the burger and stroked the tip of her gun lightly. "What? Can't we talk about old times, boyo? Go out into the world and blow shit up like the good ol' days?" Seeing an even darker glare, she rolled her eyes. "Lighten up, boyo. The past is the past, and we both have skeletons in our closets..."
Kane just shook his head. "The last time you were around me, you took out several city blocks with a fire..." He states softly. "And trust me, I regret most of my mistakes over the years…" he states softly and moved in closer to the stall. He placed his hand on the back of the chair across from Painted and leaned in closer. "...Do you regret any of yours?"
"Not a damn one..." Painted replied.
Kane just sighed. "And that is why you and I will never work together..." He states softly and pulled away. "Get outta town, Painted, or I'll focus my efforts in making sure you never make any trou..."
"...I'm here for Johnny..." At their first intro, she was grinning from ear to ear as she shot up Syndicate guys. Moments before? She was actually showing a friendly persona, inviting him to eat a burger and all around giddy that he was there. Those four words uttered just now? Was serious, bitter and angry. Her eyes went from a pleased attitude to 'I will kill you in seconds' type of attitude, her glare matching his. "...You let him die, Kane..."
Kane actually flinched to that, and he slowly pulled off his shades, revealing the blue eyes underneath. "He pushed me out of the room before I could do anything...we tried to come back but we were thrown out..."
"Doesn't matter. He's dead...My best friend, is fucking dead..." Painted growled under her breath. "You may have let him die, but the guns that killed him were red, not purple. I ain't gonna lie and say I am not mad at you, but in truth, I'm mad at the Morning Star more..."
"Morning Star?"
"...The fucking red-coated idiots you just fought, Syndicate makes up three gangs, and the Morning Star runs them both...I can't tell ya much beyond the fact that if the Syndicate runs anything, you'll see a red shirt or red coat leading them." Painted explained, in a rough but understandable way. "Though the knowledge that I have of them, your boys requires more guns, and more toys to go against them, and I can supply it..."
Kane stopped for a short moment. Right, she was an Arms Dealer of all things.
"It won't be free, but I can throw in the bill once this is over..." Painted put her hands together and pressed her lips against it. It wasn't pleading, it was almost like she was thinking something at the moment.
As much as his group stole from the armory, they needed all the help they could get...and honestly? More guns was always better than none...
The deal wasn't bad, but honestly? The problem wasn't the deal, it was her.
He held out a finger, and, with as much power as he could provide, he manged to straighten his face out, showing less irritation, and trying to look as business like as possible. While waving the finger to her, he said "This is a Saints operation..."
"This is a Saints Operation..." Painted repeated.
He nodded, and waved his finger again. "You are here to assist, not to lead..."
Painted, to Kane's surprise, nodded. "I am here to assist, not to lead..."
Kane nodded again. "If you have ideas, you tell me, do not do them yourself..."
Painted rolled her eyes. "I can't promise tha..."
Kane glared.
Painted huffed. "Fine...I will not go off on my own..."
Kane threw over a phone. "Put your number in there, I'll contact you soon..." Painted padded in a phone then through the phone back to Kane. With a nod, Kane stepped out of the restaurant.
One of the men, the bald headed guy with a goatee named Jimmy, stepped over and sat across from Painted. She let him of course, he was the equivalent to her second in command. "Text message, the warehouse outside the city is finished unpacking, we can keep a low profile there until we can bring our stuff into the city..."
Painted simply nodded, watching as Kane left fully before eyeing her burger.
Jimmy tilted his head lightly. "...You sure that was a good idea boss? Giving him the lead?"
Painted looked to Jimmy and smirked. "I might be psycho, but I ain't stupid. Steelport isn't a place to burn, it's a place to sell our merchandise..." She gets her drink and sips it lightly. "Once the gangs are done, so is he..."
Jimmy paused for a moment, then nodded.
Kane found himself inside of the church. He just became a full fledged member of the Saints, and now the worry was finally starting to settle in. He just started to meet some of the other Saints...and tried his best to not look like an idiot after seeing that...babe...from what the other guys were saying, her name was Lin.
Damn...
Either way, his first actual mission was when Johnny gave him a call, told him to meet him in the church.
First impressions? Johnny was a bit of a mouth, though considering the respect that most of the other Saints had for him told him that there was more to the guy. This made Kane nervious...last thing he needed was to be on the wrong side of a guy who was so greatly respected and feared.
He rolled around the corner in the church, heading towards the desk area...and he heard...punching? Not flesh-to-flesh, it sounded like something harder.
As Kane stepped into the room, straight ahead, he found that woman that he saw around Johnny before, at least that's who he thought it was from the back. She was...boxing, with one of those large punching bags. From where Kane could see her, she was wearing some sort of thick gloves.
Who the hell was that? She a fighter for the Saints? She the girl for Johnny? He stared at her for a moment…until a voice suddenly caught his attention.
"Hey, eyes over here...leave that bitch alone otherwise you'll lose all your teeth..."
Kane turned to the right to find the Johnny, sitting in a chair with his feet up. Behind him is a posters of girls all around. Dex was next to him, standing with his arms crossed. He looked actually amused to see Kane staring at the chick in the corner of the room. "Sit down" Johnny said with a grin.
With a shrug in response, Kane stepped over, twirled the seat around and sat on it backwards, pressing his chest to the back of the seat.
"So you're Julius' new boy huh?" Johnny said, leaning more back. The look that he gave Kane made the new boy sweat. "…You don't look like much. Then again, I don't look like I have an eight inch cock, so I guess we're both full of surprises."
Kane raised a brow, though smirked afterwards.
"The Vice Kings are named after one guy: Benjamin King. That shit don't happen unless you're a professional or a bad ass, and in King's case, he's both." Johnny explained.
Seems like none of the gangs are going to be easy to face off against, Kane thought.
Then the cell phone that was on the desk rang, and Johnny soon picked it up. "Oh, hold up..." he grins even more. "I gotta take this..." Johnny went from acting like a boss to possibly the suavest man alive...or at least that's what Johnny thought he was doing.
"Aisha...what a pleasant surprise..." That reaction made Dex rolled his eyes. Kane smirked, maybe these guys were a bit more down to earth than he thought.
Suddenly, another voice cried out quickly, very quickly, to where Johnny blinked and finally sat up in his chair. "Whoa, slow down..." The voice grew in volume and Johnny had to pull the phone away from his ear as he winced. "...Okay, that's not slower, that's louder. Shit...Where's she headed? Don't worry, I got this!" he stated roughly through the phone. He ended the call and sighed.
Dex was the first to respond. "What's up?"
Kane looked over to Dex...and noticed that the punching stopped. The dark-haired girl who was in the corner was now standing about two feet away from him, listening in herself. In fact, she spoke next. "...Is it Aisha? What happened?"
Johnny looked to both of them. "Some motherfucker's grabbed Aisha's sister right off the street."
Dex frowned and sighed. "Shit man, that's the sixth girl this month. We know who's doing this?"
Johnny frowned, almost glaring at the phone. "Yeah, the Vice Kings."
This made Dex frown as well. "No way man, kidnapping ain't King's style."
The girl was to respond next. "Tanya might be going behind King's back...if the rumors are true..."
Johnny waved his hands. "Don't know, don't fuckin' care." He turns to Kane finally. "Aisha said they were drivin' a yellow sedan. Tail those bitches back to wherever they go and get those girls back. Take Jackie here with you..."
Kane blinked a bit, then turned to the dark haired woman. She gave him a solemn nod. He nodded back, and the two were off.