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Damien walked up to the church to see how everything is going since the gangs are finished. He along with Dex took out the last brother of Los Carnales' gang and the day after they killed Price, that was three days ago. He was about to head to Johnny's office when Johnny, Dex and Sherise walked out of the church. Dex had a concern expression.

"Hey man. Have you heard from Julius?"

Damien looked at the lieutenant hard before shaking his head. He was about to say something but his phone started to ring. He pulled it from his back jean pocket and looked at the screen to see a unknown number. "Who the fuck is this!" he growled as he answered the phone.

"This is Chief Monroe. If you want Julius back, listen to what I've got to say. Now, that stunt you pulled downtown with the rocket launcher cost my associates and I quite a bit of money. Now, I may not be an honest man, but I'm a fair one. So rather than turn Saint's Row into a parking lot, I'm going to let you work off what you owe me. There's a mayoral campaign going on, and I want one of the candidates taken off the ballot. Marshall Winslow is in his campaign bus right now, and he has an appointment with the northbound. Park that bus on the train tracks tonight, or you'll find Julius' body floating in the river tomorrow. Don't disappoint me. Julius is counting on you."

Damien took the phone from his ear, he had a rather big predicament. Let this Monroe kill Julius or do what he says. Sherise frowned as she noticed the the look on Damien's face, he's fighting with something. Before she could step up and ask him what's wrong, Dex took that out of her hands.

"Who was that?"

Damien looked at Dex with a hard expression. "Chief Monroe. He wants me to take out Winslow or he'll kill Julius."

"I say let that fucker die."

Sherise was about to agree with Johnny but realized that there wouldn't be a Saints Row two or three or four. Or Gat out of Hell if Monroe kills Julius. She doesn't know when he'll get to the yacht but there's a one more mission she thinks before that awful moment. She shook her head as she felt the tears start to fall, even if she did know the outcome it's still hard to think about.

"I'll go and meet Monroe's request." Damien turned and headed for his Nelson.

-Mayoral Campaign-

Damien drove around Stilwater until the commotion of the gathered crowd got his attention. He drove his car to the middle of the road and grabbed his AK before spraying bullets through the windshield and through the driver's uper chest and head.

"Dear God!" Damien heard Winslow yell from through the broken windshield.

Damien quickly took out the entourage before he broke the glass from the door and pulled them open before started up the bus and began to drive.

"Who the hell are you? I think there's been some type of mistake."

Damien ignored the old man and put the bus into drive.

"Please, you don't have to do this." The man pleaded desperately.

Damien breathed a sigh of relief when he finally made it to the train tracks. He was tired of hearing Winslow pleading and begging, that he thought about killing him with his shepherd. He kicked the doors open before he headed down the steps.

"Where are we? I demand you to-"

The nearby train's horn blew over Winslow's voice. Damien quickly ran from the track just in time. The train split the body of the bus driver in two and rammed into the bus at enough speed for it to explode. Damien shielded his eyes from the ashes that sprinkled in the air. He stole another Nelson and drove as fast as he could to the church.

-SR-

...the campaign bus of mayoral candidate Marshall Winslow has been destroyed by a northbound train. I'm looking at the scene from the bridge above the intersection. From what I've been able to gather from railroad officials and from potential eye witnesses, no one knows exactly why the bus simply stopped on the tracks just as the train rounded the bend...

Channel 6 News had the story an half an hour after the incident. Damien walked into the church to see Johnny venting as well as shooting holes into the walls.

"Monroe called. He still wants us to do his dirty work." Sherise informed after giving the current leader of the Saints a hug.

"I'm not going to be no pig lap dog."

Damien didn't either. He thought it was one time thing, it's not about Julius anymore. He don't like to be fucked around. He looked at Johnny and shook his head. "And we won't. Marshall Winslow was a major public figure, and you can bet your ass that people would start asking questions if the Chief of Police wasn't at his funeral. I say we hit Monroe during the funeral procession. That should show whoever he's working with to want Winslow dead, that we're not fucking around."

"Hold up." Johnny held his hands up again. "You're sayin' we should assassinate the Chief of Police while he'a at the funeral of the guy you just murdered."

"Yeah."

"Don't tease me Asshole." Johnny smiled and the two men made a handshake.

"Let's fuckin' do it." Damien smiled grabbing a RPG that was against a wall.

-At a mansion on the edge of Stilwater-

Alderman Hughes glared at his tv as he watched the distruction the Saints caused before throwing his remote at the screen. The screen cracked with the remote sticking from it. He paced in his over large bedroom before a idea hit him. He walked over to his nightstand and picked up the cordless phone and dialed the number he had written down.

"What the fuck with these unknown numbers. Who the fuck is this!"

"This is Alderman Hughes. I will tell you that was quite a message you sent at Winslow's funeral...and trust me, I heard it loud and clear. Now I'd like to talk to you in person. So come over to my fundraiser tonight on my yacht, I'm sure we can work things out."

As the call ended Alderman smiled as he got ready for his fundraiser.