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Sincerely, Dane Vogel

A better future, a better life.

Dex folded the acception letter and put it in a box before putting the lid on it and shoved the box on his closet shelf. Things are starting to get out of hand, Julius is missing and the playa-Damien has gone psycho. Which Stilwater doesn't need another Johnny Gat. Working with Ultor will grant him the opportunity for greater things, things that being in a gang wouldn't bring. There's just a problem with his new sight on life...Troy. Dex headed towards his dresser and took his phone from the top and dialed the second last number he called. Four rings before the owner of the number answered,

"Dex, what's up?"

"Troy," Dex began. "I know you're a cop."

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on man, who you think you talkin' too." Dex put all the pieces together. "I mean the tactics, the police station thing, your shitty ass haircut. You got cop written all over you."

"So what are you gonna do?" Troy asked.

"Nothing."

Troy's voice was laced with disbelief. "What?"

"I'm out Troy. I accepted a job at Ultor. I'm droppin' my flags and goin' straight. I just wanna make sure that we're not gonna have a problem."

Troy sighed on the other end of the line. "No we won't."

-At the station-

Troy put his phone on his desk before pulling out a cigarette. When he was done with the cigarette he plucked the butt into the trashcan next to his desk before picking up his phone and dialed the very last number in his recent calls from two days ago, for the other side to go to voice mail. A heavy sigh greeted the officer after two rings. He sighed his self. "How are you Julius?"

"I was fine before I was arrested." Julius still couldn't believe that Troy was an undercover cop it was clear in his voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about that."

"I bet you do."

"Listen Julius, you're a good man, but you've made some bad choices, let me help you."

"What do you want Troy?"

Troy pursed his lips. "I want the Saints to be gone. Now there's two ways that can happen."

"You can arrest all of us..."

"Or you can quit while you're ahead! This is my investigation, I can miss a few collars."

"What are you saying?"

"Dex is out of the game, and you're going to jail. If you can convince Johnny and your number two to drop their flags and every other Saint will follow their example. The Saints will fall apart and everyone will go home happy." Troy explained.

Julius scoffed. "You don't think this'll work, do you?"

Troy slammed his palm on the table. "You think I like arresting my friends? Convince 'em to quit and I won't have to."

"There's no way that playa's gonna stop."

"Make him understand Julius."

"Let's say I can," Julius paused before continuing. "How do I know I'm goin' free?"

"I've already talked to Hughes. When he's mayor he'll give you pardons."

"I'll see what I can do."

-SR-

Damien pulled his black and purple Nelson up into the docks. There was a boardwalk leading to Hughes' yacht monitored by security in high-fashioned black suits. Damien got out of the car and walked over where he was met by two guards that escorted him to the expensive yacht. They were taken all the way to the deck of the yacht where Alderman Hughes was sipping on a glass of champagne.

Damien stopped and stared at Alderman with narrowed eyes. "I'm here so fucking talk."

Alderman Hughes smiled. "What a mouth you have. It is a pleasure to meet the person who handed me the election. There was no way I could've beaten Marshall Winslow, God rest his soul, but you made the impossible happen, and for that I can't thank you enough. Had Winslow been the only person killed, attention would've been cast onto me, but after your assassination of Monroe it became abundantly clear these horrible crimes were perpetrated by the Third Street Saints. Lets not forget, your blood trail from the other gangs."

"Damn, hurry up." Damien mumbled under his breath, he was starting to get impatient.

After a while Damien tuned what Hughes was saying until he stopped to call for someone. "Where was I? Oh yes, salting the Earth."

"Like throwing salt on the ground?" Damien asked with his head to the side.

"I suppose I could try to pay you off, but really what's the point? You'd just say no and we'd be right back where we started. So I figured I'd cut right through the middle man and get right to the point."

"Yo, can you speed this up! I wanna go to Freckle Bitch's!" Damien yelled, his patient finally dried out.

"You're going to die here, son, make no mistake about that...but if it makes it any easier, I'll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for a party."

Damien was about to say something when heard a weird beeping sound. His eyes grew wide when he recognized the sound as a timer for a bomb. Before he could even take a step back the yacht went up in flames.

"...Hello?"

"What the fuck was that!?"

"It was the only way."

"I said 'Talk', not set off a goddamn bomb!"

"Relax Troy. The Saints are finished...don't try and find me."

-Johnny's apartment-

Sherise twist and turned before jolting up from the covers. Sherise took deep breathes before looking at Johnny, for a murdering psycho he looked peaceful while sleeping. She was about to turn the radio on when the door bell rung. She looked at the clock on the radio and frowned before getting up. She put on a Johnny's purple jersey and answered the door. She was surprised and scared to see Douglas on the other side.

"Douglas...what are you doing here at 2 o'clock in the morning!"

"Reese?"

Sherise turned to see Johnny stepped out of the bedroom with a shepherd in hand. He stopped and frowned when he saw Douglas. "What's going on?"

Tears fell from Douglas' hazel eyes. "Damien was caught in a explosion."

Sherise felt her throat tighten and her eyes started to sting. "No..."

Douglas lowered his head and shook it. "There's more. Troy was a undercover cop. He told me and the gang about the accident. He says Damien is in a coma...but might never wake up."

Sherise turned and leaned her body on Johnny's and cried. Johnny didn't care for the asshole, but knew he ment a lot to Sherise. He closed his eyes and stepped back.

"I'm going to make this right."

Sherise was confused. But couldn't find anything to say as Johnny left the house fully clothed.