Chapter 2

A loud explosion boomed from behind the door to the science classroom. A few moments later, the bell rung, and students began pouring out of their classes and began crowding the hallways. From the science classroom, kids covered in soot and chemicals grumbled and complained. Callie and Mike, also covered in what might be acid, turned to Matt, shell shocked and still holding the test tube over a beaker. Next to him, Daniel looked at his ruined clothes. He sighed and punched the cyberpunk in the face.

"That's what you get for blowing the class to hell," he said calmly.

"Nice one," Mike said, high fiving him.

Callie sighed and help Matt up, still shell shocked. Behind them, the science teacher, covered in chemicals and burns, let out an ear piercing shriek and charged towards them. Callie slammed the door shut, and heard a loud thump on the other side. She smiled until a fist came right through the door.

"RUN!" she yelled out, even as the others were already ahead of her.

Mikaela shook her head as the prono finished. Instead of actually teaching them about reproduction and things expected in a sex ed class, Viola decided to play a porn movie, much to her disgust. For an hour and a half, Mikaela had to watch a girl getting a dozen dicks stuffed in her ass, cunt, and mouth. At the end, the girl fell to the floor, covered in what seemed like gallons of cum. Thankfully, the bell rang. Time to get the fuck out of here.

Just before she could walk out of the door, Viola called out to her. "So what did you think?"

"Excuse me?" Mikaela asked.

"You know, my teaching method. I picked it up during my time with the Morning Star. Phillipe always said that if teens are going to screw around, might as well give them porn."

Mikaela chuckled lightly. "Sounds like Phillipe was a perv."

Viola smiled. "Like you wouldn't believe. He was smart, charasmatic, but he had a twisted side to him. Then again, most of the Morning Star were sick, perverted deviants."

"What was your sister like?" When she asked that, Viola's expression gave her a feeling that made even Sad Panda look cheerful. "Sorry. Must be a sore subject."

"Of all the people your father could have gotten," Viola began, anger building up. "why'd he have to pick Killbane!"

Mikaela lay a reasurring hand on her shoulder. "It's better to have him around than risk letting him run loose. Besides, you could probably get back at him in some horribly violent and bloody way. With out killing him, of course."

An evil smile formed on Viola's glossy lips. "Of course."

"Shit, it hurts!" Jenny whined as she lowered herself into the pool.

After being stung by ten hives worth of bees, all the kids in Angel's class were sent home due to a severe case of bee stings. Now she and Nikki, along with the rest of the class, had broken into the community pool, filled it with ointment.

"Shut up, you big baby," Nikki replied. She took a few steps back, then leapt into the pool. "At least the bumps are wearing off."

Jenny was about to say something until a Five-0 pulled up at the pool's entrance. The twins didn't say anything as the police officer was walking towards them. Cheif Bradshaw looked at the twin Saints and pinched the area between his eyes.

"Why do you keep doing weird stuff like this?" he asked, sighing.

Jenny held up her arm, showing the bee stings. "Gym class."

"Coach told us to punch bee hives," Nikki finished.

Troy's eyes widened. "What?"

"Ever heard of Angel de la Muetre?"

"That explains everything." Troy pulled out a brochure and handed it to Jenny. "Since Gat's your dad, I'll just give you a warning."

"Thanks." They waved his off as he got back in his car, and drove off. Jenny rolled the brochure into a ball, and threw it into a nearby trash can. "You think we're being cruel to him?" A moment passed before both said, "Nah!"

The office was littered with cans of Saints Flow, half eaten pizza slices, and clothing. The Boss, wearing only a wife beater and boxers, stared into the computer screen. How long had he been here? A few days, maybe even a few years? Why was this so fucking hard? Just how hard is it to type a few words into a keyboard! Angered, the Boss smashed his head against the screen. The impact not only broke the monitor, but it also split the desk in half. He slumped forward, unconsious.

The door to Purgatory's elevator, and out came Shaundi, Gat, and Pierce. Before they could take a step forward, they were accosted by a young Saint rushing forward, out of breath.

"Guys!" he said, breathing hard. "Boss! Computer! Head bleeding!"

"Now that I don't like," Gat said, pushing the Saint out of the way.

The trio ran into the office, and stoped to look it's sad sate. Cans and half eaten food flooded the floor, the stripper pole knocked to the ground, and bits of clothing were clustered into a pile. Sure enough, the Boss was lying face down over what remained of a desk, with a visible head wound.

"Why he always gotta do shit like this?" Pierce asked.

"Cause' he's the closest thing to immortal," Gat answered, grabbing the Boss and carring him over his shoulder. "You've seen the guy getting hit with rockets, so smashing his head into a desk is nothing."

Pierce looked from the damaged remains to the Boss. "Wonder if Mikaela has to deal with shit like this."

"The subjects has shown increased strength and intelligence," a scientist said. Ever since their resurrection, the gang leaders were locked in away in individual cells, guarded by commandos. "Also, the Kirrlov clones are stable. They're fully sentient, but docile and obident."

"Then we're ready to strike," Dex said. He turned to Cyrus and a ressurected Kia. "I look forward to getting to know you better, Kia."

"As do I, sir," she replied.

"We've recieved word that the Saints leader has been checked into a hospital," Cyrus said. "We should attack."

Dex nooded and walked to the hallway behind them, with the two STAG leaders following his lead. It took a few minutes to reach their destination; a large circular chamber with dozens of glass spheres lining the walls. In them were the clones of Oleg Kirrlov, mainly known by Steelport citizens and Saints as Brutes.

"What do you know about these creatures?" Dex asked.

"They share the strength of their progenitor," Kia said. "but lack his intelligence. But the scientist back there said that the problem was fixed."

Dex smiled. "The last thing I want is some mentally challenged supersoldier in our cause, but I don't want them to start rebelling against us." He turned to Cyrus. "Target all key Saint lieutenants, their children as well."

"I'll get my men ready to leave as soon as possible," Cyrus said.

"I'll give you several Brutes to utilize." Dex motioned to a nearby telescreen, showing a large, muscular man held in chains. "And get a containment unit, as well. I want them to come face to face with their past..."