Chapter 6

The Boss sat on a bench, waiting impaitently for Gat and Pierce arrive. After finishing Gangstas in Space, he got a call from the others that they've got a lead to where Dex may be. But they wouldn't tell him over the phone, insisting that they come to him in Steelport. Now here he was waiting for a hour and a half. Fustrated, he got up and was about to leave when he heard, "Shit, you're impaitent." He turned to see Gat and Pierce walking toward him.

"Good to see Jenny didn't blow your head off," Pierce said. "Watched the demo Zhen sent to Ultor. Amazing that little punk lived."

"True dat," the Boss replied. "But I think she'll be a great saint. Already sent her to Oleg and Kinzie to get a lowdown on how things work here."

"Just what we need," Gat began. "Another psycho."

They laughed, imagining Jenny rampaging. "Alright, enough of that. What did you learn about Dex?"

"For one, he went from being head of security to the head of the company," Pierce said. "The bastard owns 90% of Ultor."

"The other 10% is ours," Gat said. "And we got a fix on where he's hiding. Jenny and Nikki roughed up a few stragglers, and learned that he's hiding out at San Perez."

"I thought Stilwater was Ultor Headquarters?"

Gat shook his head. "Stilwater is where they began. But it ain't their base. Besides, San Perez is kind Las Vegas esque, less rules than Stilwater and Steelport mixed, so it's a perfect city to set up shop."

"Also, we found something intresting in the nav computers some of the VTOLs had," Pierce said. He pulled out his iPhone, and showed it to the Boss. On it's screen was Sunshine and several others who died at the Saints' hands, but alive and well. "Remember what the kids said about Sunshine? Looks like it was the real thing."

"What, did he bring himself back from the dead?" the Boss asked. Before an answer could be given, the Boss's phone rang. "What's up?"

"Um, um, umm...you don't know me, but I really need your help."

"Kid, who the hell are you and how did you get my number?"

Ignoring the question, the caller asked, "Do you know Smiling Jack's diner? Meet me there and I'll exlain everything."

Before the Boss could ask, the kid hung up.

"To Smiling Jack's then," Gat said, loading a clip into his Kobra.

The trio walked into the diner. It was small, just a few tables with some people either drunk or stuffing their faces with breakfast food. But at the end of the table sat what could only be the one who called the Boss. He was small, thin and wore glasses, a purple sweater with a fleur-de-lis undershirt. They walked over and took their seats. His eyes widened when he saw Gat.

"Johnny?" the boy asked. He jumped from the seat and grabbed Johnny in a hug. "You're alive!"

"Get off!" Gat said, shoving him off. "And of course I'm alive! Were you living under a rock for the past six months?"

"Alright, kid," the Boss began. "Our time's valuable, so make it quick and to the point."

Getting up, the kid dusted himself off and sat back down. "Alright. My name's Jimmy Torbitson, and I...did something."

"I know you," Pierce said. "You're the kid who one first place at the Science Fair." When he noticed the Boss and Gat staring at him, he shrugged. "What? This kid's robot got him a big ass trophy."

"Well, my problem dosen't concern robotics. It's more about genetic experiments. You see, when they said Johnny died, I was devestated. So for a few months, I traveled throught out Stilwater, looking for anything Gat touched. Gathering his DNA, I defiled nature. I sorta...cloned him."

A few moments passed, no one said a word. Then Gat reached out and grabbed Jimmy by the collar, holding his Kobra to Jimmy's forehead.

"You did WHAT?" Gat exclaimed.

"How'd you clone him?" the Boss asked, gently pulling Gat away from Jimmy.

Jimmy, visibly shaking, got up again. "I found an old cloning cylinder the Morning Star threw out in the trash and fixed it!"

"Alright, so where is he?"

"I don't know. After I made him, Tag said something about Aisha and Shogo then escaped. I haven't seen him since."

"Tag?"

"Johnny's name, but backwards." Shaking his head, the Boss got up and pulled out his gun. Jimmy walked back a few steps, but the Boss pushed past him, heading towards the door. "Where are you going?"

Turning back, the Boss glared at him and said, "We are going to find our friend."

Jimmy, smiling, jumped in excitment. "Yeah, let's do this!"

Pierce shoved Jimmy back into the table. "Sit the fuck back down Jimmy! Leave this to the professionals."

The Saints walked over the the purple Infuego, dropped off by Saints on the Boss's orders. Getting in, Gat, angry punched the side window. It left his hand in a bloody mess, with cuts and glass embedded in it.

"Why the fuck didn't you let me kill the kid?" Gat said, angry.

"Gat, calm down," Pierce urged. "It's not like the kid shot at you or something."

"Shut up, Pierce."

Pierce turned to the Boss. "You gonna let him get me like that?" When he didn't respond, Pierce waved a hand in front of his face. "Boss?"

"Look forward."

Gat and Pierce turned, and were shocked by what they saw. The street before them was in ruins. Traffic lights and street posts were tossed aside, bodies lay on the concrete ground, some intact, some with missing limbs. Cars were tossed around like toys, and whole buildings were torn from their foundations.

"Looks like Tag's more destructive than you are, Gat," the Boss finally. "We'll have our hands full."

"Whatever. Gimme an AK and a couple of minutes with this guy..."