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I awoke on the floor with Angel looming over me.

"I hate you," he growled.

"The fuck did I do?" I got to my feet, "You were wasted enough to get in bed with me!"

"That's not the point!"

"Well, what is?"

"You make me care about you but I don't want to!" He turned and walked to the door.

I sighed, "Angel, you used to be so sweet, so loving, so happy. What happened to that Angel?"

"Killbane took him from you, that's what happened."

"Well then I hate him for that more than anything," I growled.

He put his arm around me, "Don't say that. What he did to you was an atrocity, I can tell."

"It was," I sighed and pushed away, "but I can't focus on that forever. Do you want to train with me?"

"Are you sure? The wounds couldn't have healed by now."

"I'll be fine. Just don't do our old routine and I won't bleed out."

"I can manage that."

A shirt would be nice though because I was still in my bra. I started rummaging through his ! There were plenty of hoodies and sweatpants, but all too big. My fingers grazed something that wasn't cotton. I reached in and pulled out my old, slinky black top.

"You still have this?" I asked.

"Well, you left and never took it so I held onto it."

I put it on and smelled it. It still had my perfume I had long since stopped using, a mix of chemical flowers and soap, but with a musk added. "Aww," I teased, "you missed me so much you held onto my clothes. It even smells like you now!"

"Maybe they have my smell because they were in my !. And I didn't pine after you so much that I smelled your clothes. That's something Eddie would do."

I laughed, "Yeah he's just that creepy."

We walked out of the room and to the casino floor. A radio near the makeshift platform was playing Jane Valderamma's newscast.

"Would you believe I used to train the Luchadores here?" Angel asked.

I stepped onto the mat, "Yeah. Viola said the real reason Eddie got rid of you was because you were starting to overshadow him."

He tensed up, "It was. People knew I was the better wrestler."

"I'll be the judge of that."

We started circling each other, waiting for the first strike. Angel threw some test jabs to see if I would fall for it. When I didn't, he lunged forward. I dodged and got behind him, getting him in a headlock. He flung me over his shoulder and slammed me to the ground. His knee dug into my stomach, but avoided my wound.

"So you aren't playing on my weaknesses," I got out.

"If we were fighting for real, I would."

"Well aren't we?" I kicked out and got him in the face. He fell back, allowing me to get on top of him. "It never hurts to fight a little dirty."

"In that case," he grabbed my legs and stood up, making him hang off him. Everything was upside down before I flew out of the ring, crashing into a poker table.

He played it up for an imaginary audience, doing his signature "Angelmania".

When his back was turned, I sprinted back and leaped catching his neck between my legs. I brought him down and pinned him. He struggled trying to pry my legs apart.

"Tap out!" I yelled.

He got up and slammed me into the mat. Pain shot through my arm, making me groan in pain. I tapped the mat and got up.

"That was pretty weak. You being away's made you soft," Angel stated.

"Shut up, I'll kick your ass when I heal."

"Yeah just keep licking your wounds. I'll be right here getting stronger."

He turned up the radio so we could both hear Jane's broadcast. "We're back with our exclusive interview. The controversy over your match between Angel de la Muerte?" Jane asked.

Angel perked up at his name being mentioned, then went rigid when we heard Killbane respond.

The bastard chuckled, "People keep talking about a controversy when there's isn't any. There can be only one legend. We fought, he lost, I won."

"If Angel de la Muerte were to come out of hiding, would you face him in a rematch?

"Without his mask, he's nothing. Less than nothing. The dirt under my boots gets more respect from me. To consider a rematch would be admitting he's still worthy of my time."

"Let's hope he's not out there listening in. But to everyone else listening, we'll have more with Killbane in-"

The radio went flying across the room and shattered against a wall. Angel panted angrily and turned to the punching bag, "I'll kill him."

"Angel-"

Any objection I could make was drowned out by his punches thumping against the rubber, better it than me I guess. It would be pointless to try to reach him while he was still pissed.

I rooted around for a phone. He had a house phone in his room but his cell was on a poker table. I punched in Flynn's number and let it ring.

"Yo, this is Flynn. If you're a Runner, I'll get back to you later. If you are of the Syndicate, please stay on the line so I can trace this call and beat you so hard your-"

I punched the end button and tried Darcy's number. My heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the quick buzzes.

"Hey, this is Darcy. Leave a message!"

Anxiety filled me as I punched in Cass's number. The phone creaked under my grip.

"Hello?"

"Cass!" I yelled, "It's me, Serena!"

"Boss!" There was some scuffling on the line mixed in with a few yells. "Where are you?"

"I'm with Angel. Where are you? Are you okay?"

"We've been resting at the hideout in the sewers. Thank god everyone was mobile or we would've been slaughtered by those soldiers!"

"You were looking for me?"

"Yes! We were about to hit up Three Count and rescue you."

Someone took the phone from her and Flynn spoke, "Is our princess in another castle?"

"Yeah," I giggled. It was sweet of them that they cared that much.

"Well get your ass down here and quick, we need to get everyone together."

"I'll be right there." I hung up and hefted my bag on, slipping the phone in the pocket. "I'm going out."

Angel didn't even grunt in acknowledgement.

I exited the casino floor and into the lobby. A K-8 Kurov rifle lay on the reception desk. I hefted it and stepped outside, keeping a soldier's grip on it and my finger off the trigger.

The streets had calmed from yesterday. Citizens walked by like normal but soldiers were among them. Because of Steelport's open carry policy, no one batted an eye at my or the soldiers' guns. I crossed the street and into the alley where the entrance would be. Lifting the manhole cover sent pain lancing down my arm, but I could slide down the hole and into the sewers. We only had one hideout down here and it wasn't far away. I started walking.

My leg had healed some so I could get to a sprint. My footsteps echoed in the old tunnels under the sound of rushing water. The tunnels kept turning and twisting until they arrived at a nexus. Rusty catwalks spanned out over the water in a web, filled with Runners including Cass.

I jumped on the railing to one and leaped to another. I climbed over the side and ran to Cass.

"Boss!" She yelled and hugged me.

Everyone started yelling and swarming us. Darcy and Flynn fought their way through the crowd and joined us.

"We thought Killbane killed you!" Darcy stated.

"He almost did, but it takes more than that."

"Plus those soldiers. We almost got slaughtered."

"Do we have any plans for taking them out?"

"Yeah." Cass started walked and waved me over. A shelter had been set up at the main platform, there were enough sleeping bags and gear packs for everyone in the crews. A table was in the center with a map of Steelport. I took my bag off and put it down.

Cass pointed to marked spots on the maps. "We've found they've made camps in these areas. If we hit them all at once, or even most of them, they should be put at a great disadvantage."

Flynn chimed in, "It's gonna be impossible to hit all of them, even if they didn't have that big carrier they've been talking about. We don't have the numbers to overtake theirs."

"Well, the Saints could give us enough men." I suggested.

Everyone looked at me like I'd gone mad. Darcy was the first to respond."The Saints? Why in the hell would we help the Saints or the Saints help us? We had a contract with Loren."

"Well that died with him and I'd rather die than help Killbane. The Saints are his enemy so that makes them our friend."

"You're sure?" Darcy asked.

I didn't want to say Angel was working for them too. "They can't be as bad as Killbane."

"So now we're picking the lesser of two evils," Flynn stated.

"What else do we have?" Cass asked. "I side with the boss, we need some help to take these bastards down."

"Let's take on a few camps, let the Saints know we're friendly, and I'll talk with their boss."

"How are you sure she won't butcher you?"

"I saved one of her lieutenants and I'm in with another one."

"Sounds good to me," Darcy said.

"Fine," Flynn said with reluctance.

I spent the next hour catching up with the rest of the crew and planning ambushes. The phone in my bag started buzzing. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Where are you? I looked up and you were gone." Angel asked.

"I told you I was leaving. How long have you been training?"

"It felt like a few minutes."

"It's been an hour at least! I'll be back soon."

He hung up. Cass looked up from the map for the first time ever since we got started, "This is all we can do for the moment. We'll do more as more information comes in."

"I'll be getting back then," I said and got my bag onto my shoulders. I bolted down the maze of catwalks and back to the tunnel I'd emerged from. The time it took to get from there and the around the first few turns seemed really short. The exit came up an hour later. I climbed up the exit,slammed against the manhole, and climbed out.

A purple car was parked in front of the casino. No one was around, but I walked carefully to the door and into the lobby anyway. Angel was talking to a person with long, platinum blonde hair. They turned to me. "Hey," the Leader of the Saints said.

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