Chapter 8

"This is the guy that wiped out three major crime syndicates?" Lin asked, holding the unconsious Boss.

"Don't blame him," Aisha said. "Who wouldn't faint if they saw their dead friends alive again?"

A loud buzzing sound interrupted their conversation. The rotor blades of a helicopter, in purple and gold hues, hung briefly over the group and landed next to them. Climbing down from the helicopter was a woman with red hair tied in a knot, who would have been considered a nerd in some circles. Behind her was a pimp with a microphone cane, and a young girl with a topknot, dressed in a sci-fi type suit. All were heavily armed, carrying level 4 AKs. The redheaded woman stared at the group, eyes squinting.

"Shit, how many people is Jimmy cloning?" said the pimp in an autotuned sing-song voice.

"He said he only made two," the topknot girl said. "And every clone comes out some oversized bodybuilder."

"We should probably take them in," the nerd said. "I'm no biologist, but if I run some tests and preform a disssection-"

"I ain't getting cut open, bitch!" Lin said. "And I ain't no clone."

"But you died years ago. And became a zombie."

Lin shrugged. "What can I say? I got better."

"It's hard to believe," Carlos said. "Hell, I'm having a hard time believing it myself. But there's no other way to explain it."

A large tank shell flew past them, striking the helicopter. The heavy armor plating protected it from complete destruction, but neverthless sustained massive damage. Nervously, the Saints turned to see several tanks comming their way, along with heavily armed Eagle choppers.

"We can talk about this later," the nerdy girl said. "Right now, we need to wake the Boss up and take out those tanks. Carlos, since you're the one with the Sonic Boom, you'll stay downside while Lin and Aisha go with the rest of us." She stopped for a moment before saying, "I'm Kinzie, by the way."

"Zimos," the pimp said.

"And I'm Jenny," the topknot girl said. "But you can call me Quilanna."

"Why the fuck you I call you Quilanna?" Lin asked.

She shrugged, then walked over to the helicopter. Lin followed, but noticed the still unconsious man she held in her arms. Lin slapped him and yelled, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

The Boss woked up, and upon looking at Lin, he tried to run. But Lin held on tightly. "The fuck's wrong with you?!"

"The fuck's wrong with YOU?" the Boss repeated. "How are you alive again? And Aisha and Carlos? And why aren't you a zombie?"

"Later. Right now, we gotta get that giant Gat clone." Without warning, she dropped him hard on the concrete. He cried out in pain.

"Mean and uncalled for," the Boss said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Get the fuck over it, weannie."

"Can't this thing go any faster?" Nikki moaned.

Killbane, looking up from a magazine he was reading, said, "It's been only 20 minutes since we left. Do you really expect us to be there that quickly?"

"You said it," Mike said. He pulled out a cigarette, only to have it taken away by Killbane. "Hey!"

"No smoking!"

Shaundi tossed another cigarette to her son, only for the wrestler to grab it mid-air. "Killbane, don't you know it's rude to take a man's cigarette away?"

Killbane turned to face Shaundi. First off, he's not a man. He's only 16. And second, it don't want the air to be polluted by the smoke. Not everyone's used to smoke like you people."

"What do you mean 'us people?'"

As Shaundi and Killbane began arguing, Mikaela, Callie, and Viola were watching TV in the rear hold. When the screen showed Pierce dressed in woman's clothing, Viola sighed and shook her head, disgusted.

"How does he get into situations like this?" Viola asked.

"Cause' he's a little bitch who wants to take charge and responsibility, but fucks up every assignment and complains about every little thing."

"Shut up," Callie said softly.

Mikaela turned and scooted closer to Callie. "Fuck you say?"

"Just shut the fuck up already."

"Make me."

"I don't need to take this shit from you."

Callie pushed her aside and walked out. Mikaela reached for a knife seathed in her hip, but Callie grabbed Mikaela's arm and yanked her forward. She stuck her elbow to the Saint's face, but Mikaela reached out, took Callie's free arm, and threw her onto the ground. Still holding her knife, Mikaela knelt down, ready to stab Callie but stop when she felt the barrel of a gun against her head.

"Why do always gotta try and kill us?" Mike said, pulling back the safety of his Desert Eagle.

The two stared at each other, silent for a long time. Slowly, Mikaela drew back her knife and sheathed it. Mike helped Callie up and led her away, keeping his pistol aimed at her. When they left, Viola let out an exasperated sigh.

"Seriously," Viola began. "Why do you have to try and kill your would be subordinates? They may be just as pathetic as their parents, but you really shouldn't trying to cut them open."

But Mikaela wasn't in the mood to listen. "I'm going to be Boss of the Saints, and I'll run things the way I want to! So you can just fuck off!"

Viola got up, and before Mikaela could react, slapped her across the face. The young girl looked at the older woman, shocked and angry. Just as she was about to release another one of her tantrums, Viola grabbed Mikaela by the shoulders.

"Mikaela, just because you're the Boss' daughter doesn't mean you'll inherit control of the Saints. Chances are there's going to be a power struggle when your father, Gat, and all the other lieutenants kick the bucket. Your ex and rival, along with the demon spawn of Gat, will most likely reject your leadership and break off, causing a civil war in which you'll die horribly, and lose everything the Saints have worked so hard to get." She removed her hands and took a step back.

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?" She asked.

"You don't have what it takes to be a leader, but I can show you."