Chapter 3

It's been several hours now, waiting for word on the Boss' condition. Not that the self sustained injuries were life threatning, aside from the shards of broken monitor stuck in his head. Pierce kicked the vending machine, causing several bags of chips and a Saints Flow to fall out. He threw them over to Shaundi and Gat, then took a seat next to the former. He was about to drink it when he saw Gat watching him.

"What?" he asked.

"Do I really say it?" Gat said.

Sighing, Pierce tossed the Saints Flow, missing the trash can by a long shot. It bounced off of Killbane's head as he entered the waiting room, with Matt and Viola behind him. Some of it spilled on him as it fell to the floor behind him.

"What was that for?" Killbane yelled, angry.

Pierce shurgged. "It was an accident."

Killbane picked up the trash can, and aimed it at Pierce's head. "I'll show you an accident!" He was about to throw it until an attractive female doctor with large breasts entered the room. She looked from Pierce to Killbane.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked.

Everyone shook their head. Killbane tossed the trash can out the window, where it landed with a loud bang and a scream.

"Ok. The paitent has large shards of glass embedded into his head, lacerations around his face, but he should be alright. As for the unavoidable scars, I would recommend going to an Image as Desgined."

She led them into the paitent room, where the Boss lay in a stretcher. He was wrapped entirely in bandaged and stared at the celling with a blank stare. Johnny grabbed the doctor by the collar of her coat, shaking her roughly.

"I thought you said he had a few scars!" Johnny said.

"It's just standard procedure, sir!" she cried out, shaking him loose and slowly walking towards the Boss.

"How is wrapping bandages around a person's entire body standard procedure?" Viola asked.

Matt walked next to the Boss' bed, pulled out a neon blue device, and placed it on his head. After a few moments, it beeped twice.

"Just as I suspected," Matt said, pulled the device from the Boss. "Someone's drugged him after he was brought here."

"Why the fuck would someone drug him?" Pierce asked.

Johnny saw the doctor reaching for the stretcher's handles. "Stalker!"

The doctor pushed the stretcher forward, nearly running over the group. She quickly ran down the hall, with the Saints right behind her.

Daniel, Mike, and Callie walked towards the edge of the pool. Dozens of students were still soaking in the ointment filled pool. Benath them, Jenny and Nikki were lounging, smoking blunts. Daniel crouched down, and tapped them on their shoulder. Both looked up and smiled.

"Danny!" they exclaimed. They got out of the pool and hugged him tightly.

"Not this again!" Daniel said, laughing.

"Yes, Daniel, this again."

All turned to see Mikaela walking towards them.

"Where've you been all day?" Callie asked.

"Busy."

"Busy doing what? Blowing some guy in an alley?"

Mikaela was about to attack when a loud noise roared over the sky. Everyone looked up to see a fleew of white and orange VTOLs flying towards them. The Saints already pulled out their weapons and took aim.

"Fuck," Mikaela whispered.

The Saints struggled to keep up with the doctor. For a few hours now, they've been chasing her across town.

"Why the fuck does this keep happening?" Shaundi yelled, tackling the doctor to the ground. She struggled to get up, but Shaundi struck her with the butt of her Kobra, knocking her out. Behind her, the others caught up to her, breathing heavily.

"Shit, you run fast!" Killbane said.

"No, you just got fast" Shaundi said.

Killbane flexed his muscles, tearing apart his suit. "Does it look like I'm fat?"

"You've got a fat head," Viola mumbled.

Killbane turned to her, only to see a group of F-69s flying towards them. "VTOLs!"

Gat pulled out his dual level 45. Shepards, and fired rounds at the jets. They exploded in a firey blaze, their burnt husks falling to the ground.

"Wake the Boss up," Gat said, reloading the pistols. "We've got some commandos to waste."

Callie's D4TH punctured down the armored STAG troopers, while Mike shot down Condors with a M2 grenade launcher. Behind them, Daniel fired with a KA-1 Kobra and Mikaela weilding a K8 with a grenade launcher. All around them, teen Saints fought against STAG commandos. They were outnumbered, but they outmatched the goverment unit in skill.

Jenny and Nikki pulled their gold-plated Shepherds, and began firing wildly in all directions. Several Condors crashed to the ground, while scores of commandos fell in a bloody heap.

"Saints!" Mikaela called out as she pulled out a knife and stabbed an advancing commando. "Lets show these fuckers what we've got!"

The purple clad crew cheered, her voice seemingly empowering them.

"Mikaela's gotten on to her own, huh?" Mike said.

"At least we won't have to babysit her," Callie replied, shooting a commando rusing toward her. She glanced at her white and purple Voxel, and saw several holes on it's hull. "Oh, hell no!" She charged forward, mowing down enemies with her SMG.

Above them, a much larger Condor was landing towards them. Mikaela shot a grenade at it, but with no effect.

"Shit," Mikaela said.

The Condor landed, and it's ramp lowered. Several commando walked out, followed closely by a tall emaciated man. He wore a dark suit, a green skull cap, and he held a staff with a skull on it. He seemed to radiate some mystical aura. Although they have never met him, stories emparted from their parents told them of his identity. Then his gaze turned to Callie and Mike, his eyes glowing dark green.

Callie nearly fainted at the sight. "Oh my god..."

"How the hell can he sleep through all this?" Pierce asked.

They've retreated to the rooftop of of an On the Rag, where a hidden cache of weapons were waitng for them. While the others were busy shooting down VTOLs, Matt was trying to revive the Boss.

"He's not sleeping, he's drugged!" Matt called out. "There's a diffrence!"

"Same thing!" Johnny yelled over his rattling SMG.

"Just wake him up!" Shaundi yelled.

Left with no other options, Matt pulled a Fart in a Jar from his satchel, opened it, and held it close to the Boss' face. He woke up instantly, his face cringing.

"Oh god!" he cried. He looked up to see Matt stillholding the jar. "You better have a good explaination for this."

Matt motioned to the VTOLs behind him. "Is that good enough?"

All around the community pool were the corpses of both Saint and STAG. Wrecks of VTOLs and Vultures litered the streets, and the only ones still alive were the junior lieutenants and the tall stranger approaching them.

"You have nothing to fear from me," he said, spreading his hands on a non-threatning gesture. "I only wish to talk."

"Who the fuck are you?" Mikaela said sternly. "Do you know who you're fucking with here?"

He smiled, a horiffic expression on his withered face. "You fell entitled to everything you see, just like your father. He killed me, you see. As for who I am, they call me Mr. Sunshine."

"I know you," Callie said. She held her D4TH tightly in a shaky grip. "My mom told me all about you. You were in the Sons of Samedi."

"Sons of Samedi?" Daniel asked.

"A voodoo gang the Saints taked out years ago. This freak was their number two guy, some kind of black magic guy."

Sunshine waved his staff at them. "I am not here to kill you. I am here only to send a message."

Jenny aimed her Shepard at him. "I've got an explosive tipped message right here for-shit!" She was lifted up by some kind of force, and thrown into a wall.

"Jenny!" Nikki cried, rusing over to her side. She glared at Sunshine, and pulled out her gun. She, too, was knocked out cold by Sunshine's voodoo.

"I should have anticipated the spawn of Johnny Gat to be tenacious," the Samedi lieutenant said. He turned to the rest of the Saints. "Relay this message to your parents. Dexter Jackson has big plans for this world, and if the Saints have any sense, they will rush under his banner."

He turned around, and walked back to the only Condor not blown apart by the fight. The Saints watched it hover upward, and fly off into the sky.

"We gotta find Dad," Mikaela said. "Things just got more fucked up than we can imagine."