Chapter 5: Airport Madness/Luchadore Party
Matt and Kristen's Apartment:
Westley Residential Complex was quiet. The morning had been a quiet one considering the complex was very good at blocking out the sounds of the outside world. On the outside, everything was making sound more loudly outdoors. That was a popular appreciation with these walls, blocking the unnecessary noise from ruining the sleep of those inside the complex.
In the bedroom of the apartment, Matt and Kristen were sound asleep, letting the morning slip by as they waited for the other Deckers to arrive into Crystal City. There was still a week remaining before any hint of them arriving was legit, so they had plenty of alone time. While that was true, Matt still had a few things he wanted to do before they started exploring the city. The small tasks would be start… right now!
Matt's phone, which was on a small cabinet to his side of the bed had begun to make small beeping sounds and vibrations, which were noisy enough for Matt to hear and for Kristen to not. The cyber hacker then woke up to the sounds and used his left hand to grab at his mobile device, since he was laying on his right and Kristen remained on her left. Both of them were facing each other and even the blanket they had appeared to not have received any warfare for control, implying no one attempted to control it. On it, there was a Decker logo with 'cheers!' written on the bottom right of it and the rest of the blanket remained plainly black. Apparently the standard blankets to this weren't antiquate enough for the hackers to be please with and traded it with there's. This one had recently been made since it left an evident smell of newness and felt so stable with comfort that is was like a dream blanket.
Matt didn't want to get out of it yet, but he didn't have any choice. He wanted to get an early start on everything today, even if it annoyed him so much. Slowly he had risen from the covers and stretched his sock covered feet to the ground. He then grabbed at his phone which was on a neon blue plug connected to the wall. He removed the charger from the bottom of his mobile device and went to the messages.
Matt had begun to type in a short message and sent it away. He looked over to Kristen's sleeping form and looked to her draws as her phone had vibrated slightly, indicating that his message had been sent. She was the one he had sent the message to. In case she wanted to know of his whereabouts, she would have to read her phone messages to understand.
Matt nodded in success and put his shoes on that he had sitting neatly next to his feet. They were easy to put on and he stood once they were correctly situated. He turned to Kristen and saw her shift a bit in her sleep and made some cute breathing noises, which Matt admired hearing. He leaned over her and looked into her face, seeing how beautiful it was, appreciating it. He slowly leaned down and kissed her cheek, saying his farewell until he had returned with more stuff of his.
Matt then exited the apartment and went for where he needed to go first: The Airport. Since his stuff like random collections, weapons and his Attrazione were there and he very much wanted to get them back. He would be going to the airport walking and leave driving again.
The hacker then went to head to the airport, walking among the crowds again with thousands of people wondering about. This time however, Matt felt calmer when heading in big masses. Perhaps it was because he had experienced it yesterday when he and Kristen were wondering about or maybe it was because Kristen wasn't here. Considering the vast size of this place and amount of people around, it wouldn't be a challenge to lose someone in a crowd just by moving. The road was not that much different either. There must've been at least more than five hundred vehicles in this area of the city alone. The numbers of vehicles all over the city would've counted up to over a few thousand.
The trip to the airport was however an interesting one, because Matt had spotted a few more green and red uniformed gang members traveling on foot. But this time, the group was extensively large compared to the others. At least twenty gang members were walking in a line of two. Between the line, Matt had noticed an interesting man walking, avoiding the public from getting close to him. Since everyone apparently knew of his importance, they had to move as far as possible to avoid endangering themselves.
The thing that Matt found interesting about this man was that he had seen him before, back in Déjà Vu Parlor. He was the one that looked like Phillipe Loren and bore resembling states, like smoking a cigarette and giving disapproved and unsurprised looks to everyone. Matt felt so much discomfort looking at him since there were only a few differences from Loren's appearance. This man also wore a suit like Matt's old boss but had some green mixed with red. It was the green that made it look different but it only infested the tie he wore as well as the red did. His hair was the same shape as Loren's but had grey as well as black in it.
Matt then closed his eyes and turned away in both disgust and fear. Since knowing of Phillipe's true intentions, he had a different view on him. He hated, despised and feared Loren, even after his confirmed death. The fact that he saw many familiar patterns reminding him of Loren really bugged him and made it feel as if the Syndicate wasn't as badly damaged as claimed. This man was too familiar to Matt that it kept arousing his suspicions, making this trip less of a calm one to have.
Once the man and his thugs were safely further away, Matt breathed a sigh of relief since he wasn't being trailed. Unlike the restaurant he had been in last time, the man didn't give Matt any looks or acknowledge his existence. This was one rare occasion where Matt could appreciate large crowds to block anyone's view. Staring into the man's face made it feel like staring into a ghost to Matt. The similarities between Loren and this guy were too noticeable and almost hard to believe to make it a coincidence.
Finally the path to the airport was clear with no one around to get in Matt's way. In this city, it was one of those rare sights that inflicted these moments of spacious gaps and quieten down in the day. The only sounds that were heard were the vehicles in heavy traffic at least a few blocks away, some beeping with the drivers having impatience for the other people in the city. This place really needed better management, both with business and the city's progress rates.
Matt continued his path to get to the airport and spotted it just down the street away from him. However, he wasn't going to go in the public point of the airport, instead he would travel through the back gate and head to the hanger where his cargo jet was located. Considering his known rent out of it, he would be able to check in with security there instead.
Saints HQ:
The Boss had awoken from a long sleep. After his recent drinking experiences from the night before, he had to take a long rest to regain his strength. This recent reaction got everyone of the Saint confused and concerned for their leader. Not because they had to, but because he was what made the crew its strength he acted as the dumb muscle at times, but he was also a superior leader to them. If he was to fall, the others would also fall without question.
Slowly getting back up, The Boss looked around the room and saw nothing out of place, aside a whole bunch of weapons piled up on the couch near the big plasma screen television. The Boss started at them puzzled, not remembering them being placed there last time. He remembered what he did when he had returned here. First, he went with Pierce and Shaundi and they took him back to the penthouse without getting spotted by STAG forces. Second, he had gotten back inside with his two friends following suit. Third, he had returned to his room and went to bed, without even changing. It was only just now that he had realized that he had missed an entire days' worth of food. His stomach was growling like mad.
Before he could even consider making any food, he could sense a revolting smell coming from somewhere. Apparently his clothes were generating a horrid smell that smelt worse than a dead body. Whatever had actually happened to his real body yesterday, it was as bad as the fucked up visions… or dreams he had seen in his head.
But thinking about it would be too distracting for him, so he went for a shower like he obviously wanted to. Whatever had happened, he wanted to keep quiet about it at least until he knew why it happened. The one thing he was glad about however? His vision and headaches were completely gone, with no bad side effects, aside the probably missing brain cells from all the drinking over the last five years.
A few minutes in the shower and The Boss had been cleaning his Marley styled hair with his hands. For such basically split ends, it was actually hard to keep the hair clean. He had many choices of hair styles to pick from and out of all of them; he had picked the Marley to be his choice. He really admired the way it looked since it seemed like it had put him in the groove instead of making him annoyed by the shape. With the African appearance his skin brought on, the hair actually matched pretty well since many of those from the Africa had been able to carry it on them without any harsh judgments.
After The Boss had finished with his hair, he took the liberty to appreciate the warm water flowing down on him. His eyes remained closed as he felt the comforting heat swim over his body. This was the closest to relaxation he got… until…
A sudden loud humming was heard outside of the door beyond the bathroom and The Boss couldn't ignore it. It sounded like a washing machine, but it was at least twenty times as intense. It rumbled the bathroom quite intensely and made the water rupture violently. Suddenly, The Boss jumped out of the shower and quickly grabbed his towel, wiping himself dry and putting his pair of high class slacks on and shoes, yet not his upper body clothing. He wanted to know what the sound was.
"What the fuck is going on?" The Boss questioned clearly unprepared for this.
Upon rushing out of the bathroom, The Boss zoomed straight through his bedroom and went out to the main room. He turned to his left and went down the stairs while looking beyond the pool. He noticed that there was a Tornado attack chopper with its tail facing the penthouse.
Coming up the stairs from the helipad to the pool, he saw Pierce who appeared to be busy in his own way. Though The Boss would never understand Pierce's version of the term 'busy' at all. The only important thing to the Saints' celebrity was either his pop star career or his action figure collection. Though he was always reliable to do what was expected… mostly.
Pierce had entered through one of the doors at the ground level and looked up the stairs to notice his leader standing there with his arms out and hands bending in question. The Saints' celeb gave a sheepish grin and greeted his leader with his utmost respect.
"Oh, hey Boss, how you doin'?" Pierce asked trying to sound friendly.
"Pierce. What the fuck." The Boss says. It wasn't a question and it deemed that he was annoyed with the sudden noise.
"Hey, I had to get everything ready." Pierce said.
"Fine, but you're just lucky I was awake, Pierce." The Boss says sounding threatening.
"Uh, okay then?" Pierce said in a worried tone, before moving on with the subject. "Anyway, the boys are ready. Are you?"
"Does it look like I'm ready, Pierce?" The Boss asked pointing to his chest area, showing no upper shirt.
"How the hell should I know? You're always walking around wearing weird shit." Pierce replied.
"Eh, whatever. I'll see you in an hour." The Boss replied. "Be sure you're ready to move when I'm up there blowing up shit."
"I hear you. See you soon, Boss." Pierce says before exiting the penthouse through the elevator.
Crystal City Airport:
Matt walked outside beyond a whole bunch of hangers that resembled the one his cargo jet was located in. His one he had rented was further up ahead and would take at least a minute to reach.
While the sounds of the city and continuous aircraft kept crying about, Matt couldn't help but feel so much loneliness right now. He didn't want to come here alone, but at the same time he didn't want Kristen here either because he feared for her safety at time. It was funny to think such a thing considering this was the first time he had done that. It was only a rhetorical assumption to assume that Matt was changing and becoming a man, because he was already learning and continuing to grow.
Finally after a while of silence from other people's voices, Matt pulled out his mobile device and went through his contacts in thought. There weren't any messages to be notified about, so he was sure Kristen was still asleep. When he had stopped at a certain name on his contacts list, he watched the name carefully, trying to decide whether or not to call them. Matt didn't want to disturb them now, but he felt as if he wanted to call them. With a sigh of no focus, he pressed the dial button and held his phone up to his right ear, hearing the ringing tone play for at least seconds before it stopped and a voice was heard.
"Oh God, who is it now?" The voice asked annoyed, apparently not checking the caller ID from the other side.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Viola. I didn't mean to wake you up-"
"Matt?!" Viola's voice called on the other end with an unexpected tone. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to call me anytime soon. How is everything going?"
"I'm going fine. I'm just at the airport picking up my stuff that I'll need. I thought that since my girlfriend was asleep back at our apartment that I should at least speak to someone. I hope this is okay?" Matt says feeling guilty for waking her up, expecting a mouth full from her.
"Of course. Well what has been going on? I haven't heard from you since you sent those texts last night." Viola says.
"Not much, aside from buying my girl some clothes that were considerably expensive. Since she was here, she found some clothing that interested her a lot." Matt explained.
"I'm assuming it's a Goth store she spotted?" Viola asked.
"Is it that obvious to tell? She spent five hours there, but she got some pretty nice clothes." Matt said.
"Women know how to pick the best clothing. Well… most of us at least." Viola said.
"Is that so…" Matt said back before getting to a matter of a certain subject that he had remembered earlier. "Also, I have something I wish to ask you, but I need your full honesty. Can you promise me that?"
"Of course, what is it?" Viola asked.
"I went through some files of our old bosses not too long ago and I discovered something that I think needs proper clarification. It is true that Mister Loren and Killbane were going to off the Deckers and I when they were high enough in influence and got more funds from businesses than our hacking?" Matt asked.
Viola didn't reply. Clearly she wasn't expecting Matt to draw on that subject so quickly. Hell, she didn't even expect to hear from Matt about plans to take down the Deckers. It was unexpected and hard for anyone to explain. Matt listened clearly as he heard Viola just sitting in silence and managed to hear the slightest bit of breathing. This long silence had then confirmed his discovery and makes it pretty black and white for him. Instead of letting Viola have any chances of answering, Matt spoke instead.
"So, it was true. This Syndicate was only playing me the entire time." Matt said with nothing but a whisper, yet enough for Viola to hear.
"Matt… I-I don't know what to say."
"Forget it. I was a fool and always was." Matt said with sadness and watched the ground as he made it to his hanger. Surprisingly the doors weren't closed and he found it suspicious, yet kept on holding the phone call.
"You're not a fool, Matt." Viola replied. "You were just acting like a teenager, like what you really are. Loren and Killbane were going to turn on you a lot sooner, but they weren't able to."
"Oh yeah, why not?" Matt asked.
"Because, I requested a chance for you to prove your worth. Surprisingly the two of them had agreed with me." Viola explained. "That was two years ago that they set up the arrangement."
"So, I had two years to prove my worth?" Matt asked. "I'm guessing they couldn't make the decision to take us down because of the Saints correct?"
"Yeah. Loren and Killbane were close to making the final decision until the bank incident in Stilwater had sparked Mister Loren's attention, which drew the course from you to the Saints." Viola explained.
"I see…" Matt said before stumbling into the cargo area of his jet. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, until… "Oh shit…"
"Matt, what happened?" Viola asked.
"I just got onto my cargo plane and there's four dead security guards lying on the ground." Matt explained while almost panicking.
"Shit, you should get out of there!" Viola said with actual worry, which made Matt flattered, yet this wasn't the time for flattery moments.
"Okay, I'll…" Matt started until a sudden adrenaline boost when through his body. He didn't know how to explain it, but it was like he had gotten more control of the situation. "No, forget that."
"Matt?" Viola questioned on the other end confused by his coments.
"I'm going to search the plane and find out what had happened while I was away. This wasn't any accident." Matt replied.
"Uh, is this the REAL Matt Miller?" Viola asked.
"What do you mean?" Matt questioned almost sounding offended.
"You never head into a fatal situation like this. This is beyond what you're capable of." Viola says.
"Please, I bet I could do very well in a hostile situation." Matt replied sounding like his normal self.
"Do you even know who would've done this?" Viola asked.
"I'm not too sure, but these fatal hits are all in the heads of the guards. It's as if they were distracted long enough to have been killed the same way." Matt replied.
"Send me an image of the fatal wounds and I'll explain to the best of my knowledge about what was used." Viola commanded.
"If you say so." Matt replied and crouched down to one of the dead men and took a photo of the headshot. He then sent it to Viola and she spent the next few seconds observing it on the other end. After apparently viewing the wound for a while, Viola had an answer for Matt.
"Shit, this wasn't an ordinary weapon shot. It is more of a military spy type of hit." Viola explained.
"I know what you meant Viola, but what kind of weapon was used to cause this?" Matt questioned.
"From the looks of the size and the impact it had left behind, I would say that this was done by a Cobra pistol with bullets that pack a real nasty punch." Viola replied. "I also have a theory that the assailant or assailants were using silencers to cover up any sounds of attack, otherwise security would've locked this place down."
"How on Earth do you know that?" Matt asked.
"Powder." Viola simply stated.
"The designer gun store?" Matt questioned.
"Loren had a lot of military grade firepower there, but the Morningstar sold it all off before the Saints could get to it. Perhaps they had managed to end up… wherever you are." Viola stated.
"If that was the case, then you must know where they did end up considering the business was owned by the Morningstar, yeah?" Matt asked.
"Matt, I worked the prostitution part of the Morningstar with Kiki, not Loren's side with the main business deals. Two different parts altogether." Viola explained. "I only know about it by watching a test run of the weapons being used against practice dummies. It wasn't my part to handle the weapons trade."
"I see, but thanks for the knowledge. However, I still need to check throughout the plane to make sure nothing else has happened. I want to know what happened to my pilots." Matt says. "I'm putting you on my headset now."
"Careful. Whoever is responsible for this might know about you and your past. You might be what they're after." Viola warned.
"How would anyone know about what I do when I've been a successful hacker for years? I doubt anyone has any leads on me, Viola." Matt argued.
"Oh really?" Viola questioned.
"Yes, why do you keep insisting that opinion?" Matt asked.
"Because hackers always get discovered, even if they are thought to be excellently killed ones like yourself. You may have been over confident with your abilities and that might've caused you to make a fatal error." Viola explained.
"Way to go for making me feel like crap, Viola." Matt says softly.
"It's only common sense, Matt." Viola says.
"I understand. I'll head up to the front of the plane now." Matt says.
"Alright, but watch out for surprises. It would be best to get armed before advancing further." Viola warned.
"I'm ahead of you on that one. My ride has a few weapons that would make a regular gun look like a toy." Matt says proudly.
"If you brought them from a Friendly Fire then don't get your hopes up. The man who runs the Saints has beaten you to everything there." Viola says.
Matt just scoffs at the statements. "Whatever, that simpleton does control me."
"No, but if he wanted to he could." Viola explained.
"Over my dead body." Matt commented, imagining the leader of the Saints pushing him around and acting as if he was better than everyone else around him.
"That would be the alternative."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Your new leader is a sociopathic arsehole." Matt says.
Viola could be heard laughing in the background as she heard Matt make the insult about The Boss. This really surprised Matt that he had made the youngest of the DeWynter sisters laugh. Apparently he had learned how to entertain her. Matt had by then already entered his vehicle and found his weapons left untouched and took his two 45 Shepherds with him.
"What? It's true and you know it yourself." Matt says.
"Yeah, but that's why I joined the Saints." Viola says. "If he is as crazy as people say he is, then watching him fight Killbane and make him suffer is something I would like to see firsthand and not on the losing side either."
"That's… actually a very good point. Though it seemed risky to jump from Killbane to the Saints right after… well, you know." Matt says awkwardly.
"Seeing Kiki die in Killbane's hands made me think about everything Kiki and I built together. No matter how much respect we had, our lives could end with just one person messing with us. That moment will always be remembered, Matt." Voila explained.
"I understand. We're always in just as much danger as we gain power. Power without control means certain death." Matt says.
As the cyber hacker had made it to the final set of doors to enter the lounge lobby he pressed in a code on the wall terminal and locked the door's electric functions. Having it run in automatic meant making much more sounds as he moved in deeper. When the door was safely deactivated, he pulled on the side of it and made it collapse into the wall.
When looking inside the next room, Matt was met with a sight he didn't want to see. The pilots were laid out on the ground, fatally shot to death with the matching kill shots of the dead guards. This was getting more troublesome for the leader of the Deckers. "It's just as I feared. My pilots are also dead. It matches the same fatality as the four guards at the back."
"Shit, you should get out of there, Matt." Viola urged.
"I know, but I need to know why I'm suddenly being targeted. I've only been here for at least more than twenty four hours and all this stuff happens." Matt says.
"Well as I stated not too long ago: someone might've known about you and didn't want you to interfere with their business. You would've most likely attacked them before but plainly just forgot about it." Viola suggests.
"That isn't possible. I've never even hacked in this city before, so the ones responsible must have a different reason to attack."
"Did you ever consider the possibility that they did track you, but you didn't attack a company of theirs located in your area?" Viola asked.
"Uh… well…"
"See? This is why you need to research your enemy a lot more clearly, to avoid certain situations like this." Viola lectured.
"But we don't know for sure just yet. This could be just an act of randomly distributed violence against my property and workers." Matt says.
"I doubt it, Matt." Viola said with a sigh.
"Right now my only worry is the bodies. I can't let them stay sitting around, or the Cops might just discover them and start an investigation." Matt says.
"Of course, which is why I hope you have a plan to get rid of the evidence." Viola says.
"Well, I don't have any room in my vehicle at the moment, but I guess I could maybe hide them in some material I have laying around the cargo plane." Matt suggests.
"That's better than nothing. You had best hurry up with that." Viola suggested rhetorically.
"Gee, you think…" Matt says.
After at least forty minutes of trying to wrap up the bodies in what appeared to be bubble wrap. Viola has spent a considerably generous amount of time listening to Matt doing his work inside his plane. The sounds that Viola heard implied that Matt was not enjoying this experience too well. He had never been tasked with dealing with bodies before and the first time was proving to be quite a traumatic experience for him.
"Oh God, these bodies are so hard to deal with." Matt whined out loud. "And they smell real rotten, almost as if they're been dead for a while."
"Well would you rather do 'garbage disposal' or do some time in a prison cell?" Viola asked.
"…Garbage disposal." Matt replied hardly.
"Exactly, and remember to put them in crates, otherwise the smell could lead anyone searching for the missing people here." Viola warned.
"You think." Matt said annoyed.
After at least another ten minutes, everything looked spick and span. There weren't any suspicious clues that could lead Cops to Matt in sight since the bodies were already hidden. While everything seemed so secure, the smell of the dead still illuminated as a small aura around that area of the plane. However, it only smelt like it was coming for the air inside the cargo jet and not from one of the crates. This would have to do until Matt could safely dispose of the corpses.
"Well, everything appears to be placed nice and neatly. Now all I have to do is grab the essentials and clear out, without drawing attention to myself." Matt said.
"Of course, talking about it out loud might spring more attention than acting." Viola says.
"Shit, you're right." Matt says and went to move on around the plane to grab the possessions he needed at the moment. Getting everything he could fit and need in the Attrazione meant heading to the lounge area and taking supplies from the cargo hold.
When Matt had finished with everything, he had been grateful that he had managed to finish without anyone coming to disturb him during his 'cleanup' of the plane and packing of his ride. What Matt had taken with him was the extra sets of his Decker outfit, his four guns and his girlfriend's rollerblade boots along. She would probably need them sometime soon in case someone attempts to provoke them, and Matt knew that she was quite skilled with them.
Out of all the Decker Specialists, he had the opinion that she was at least three times as effective in combat as the standard ones. While that was a fact, he still wouldn't allow her to go up against anyone like the leader of the Saints. She was smart, agile and knew more street smarts than most of the gung, but still wouldn't be able to go toe to toe with the Saints' leader.
"Finally, everything I need is here." Matt says.
"You sure?"
"Positive, Viola." Matt replied. "There wasn't much I could save for myself besides materials I had that were only somewhat useful. I've leaving them here until I've found a permanent place to settle down at."
"I understand." Viola says.
Matt then entered his Attrazione and started up the engine, putting on his seatbelt and driving carefully around his many crates and especially the one with the seven dead men loaded in. Knocking that one to pieces would make the hacker's job much more hellish.
As soon as Matt had gotten off of the jet and outside the hanger, he stopped and looked back to it, wanting to make sure it is closed before he leaves. He didn't want anyone else to enter it, so he jumped out, thinking that they could walk all over his plane without asking. That really revolted Matt knowing that people would do such a thing.
The cyber hacker had decided to put something on the doors that managed to stick between both edges and seal up the door tightly, it warped a weird neon blue gel up and down it while pulling each side together, closing the cargo plane in. Once it was clearly finished, the gel had reversed its spreading effect and went back into the device Matt had placed on the door. The device then popped off of the hanger doors and landed in Matt's hands again. Even though it had come off, the hanger doors were actually sealed up. Matt had then gone back to his vehicle and closed it up before driving away from the hanger, eagerly waiting to see his girl again.
"Well, I'm glad that's over with." Matt says.
"No kidding." Viola's voice echoed.
The two of the ex-Syndicate members then engaged into a long chat about random things or not so random things, like how Viola was speaking about changes she had made to her house or how Murderbrawl XXXI was coming up. The friendship of Matt Miller and Viola DeWynter was finally growing, this time a lot more effectively.
Saints HQ:
The Boss made his way beyond the pool of the penthouse and down to the landing pad. He had all his weapons strapped to him and proceeded to enter the purple Tornado attack chopper. The gyro blades had then started to spin very slowly and in just seconds become blades of death that would cut any bystander up in a percentage of a second. The Tornado then lifted off into the air and charge southwest towards the Luchadore turf and directing towards the Three Count Casino.
When the Boss had started to hover over the first point of Luchadore turf, his phone had started to ring. The Boss found it easy to pick up his mobile device and fly the chopper without altering his effectiveness in the air.
"Yo Pierce, you ready?"
"Shit, I've been ready for the last half hour." Pierce replied. "Now, while the boys and I are heading near the Luchadores businesses, you'll go in behind the casino and destroy the cargo being transported around town. If that shit makes it off the barge before you can destroy it, you might now be able to destroy it all and this plan will be for nothing."
"C'mon Pierce, do you really think I would let that shit happen?"
"Of course not, but this business they're running competes with Powder's popularity. Only this one actually expands all through the city. These guys have people selling right under our noses." Pierce explained.
"Right, so destroying the shipment will fuck up their production." The Boss concluded.
"Slow it down, sure. But if we really want to destroy it, we're gonna have to go all out with this attack and make sure they don't have anything left to offer." Pierce replied.
"Right, I'll handle the shipment, you just wait for me to finish it up." The Boss ordered.
"Sure." Pierce replied simply.
In about a minute, The Boss had arrived to the ship with the large crate on it. It wasn't what he had expected however. The size of the carrier's crate was expanded up to at least forty feet in the air and twenty feet long while the width was about half. This got The Boss pretty confused.
"Uh, Pierce? What's with the size of this thing? It looks like they're not fucking around here." The Boss announced.
"It must be where all of their merchandise is located. If that is correct, the shipment must still be fully packed. Destroy it and that'll get the Luchadores more hurt than they'd expect." Pierce explained.
"Right. This shouldn't take too long." The Boss stated, until he saw a few rockets heading for his chopper. "Looks like the Luchadores and on to us."
"They should learn not to fuck with an attack chopper." Pierce says.
The Boss fired the main machine gun at the Luchadore anti-air thugs and took them all out in mere seconds. There were at least a dozen or more bodies lying dead on the ship. The Boss smiled to himself, knowing that he was going to be finished very soon.
The main gun on the chopper then fired at the crate and damaged it. It was made of a strong material, as it didn't start to buckle that much but appeared to be feeling the heat from the led raining onto it.
"Man, fuck this. I'm blowing that shit up!" The Boss shouted getting impatient about the time it took to damage the crate. He launched a missile from one of the side wings of the chopper and guided it to the crate. In only a few seconds, the crate was even more damaged and busted open, dropping the contents of it out and landing in piles on the ship. "Wait, what the fuck?"
The Boss had noted that the contents from the crate looked as if they weren't just random supplies that could be found from a back alley vendor or some steroid junkie on the corner, but these supplies looked more worthwhile than all that crap.
"Pierce, what was the shipment supposed to be?"
"Uh… a whole bunch of… guns?"
"Bitch, you just telling me now?!" The Boss bursts out in anger.
"I didn't want them having any chances of them assholes using them against us, okay?" Pierce pleaded.
"Uh, for God sakes, Pierce." The Boss said annoyed at his second in command. "Change of plans: Get a few trucks and send some of the crew to cover us while we take their shit."
"But Boss, that's going to get the Luchadores at the factories a chance to escape." Pierce says.
"Fuck…" The Boss says annoyed before coming up with another idea. "Call up Angel. His hate for the Luchadores will be helpful in this fight. He's gonna need to learn about fighting with a gun more than just his fists."
"Sure. Give me one moment." Pierce requested.
While The Boss waited for Pierce to respond back, he decided to get a better view of the weapon choices on the ship. The chopper then landed right at the edge just on the side of the carrier and the Saints leader jumped out to get a good view of the supplies. When getting close to the crate mostly near him, he bent down and tore off the top of it, revealing two K-8 Krukovs packaged in carefully. He looked at the other wooden boxes and assumed that they were full of the same weapons.
Suddenly his phone went off again and The Boss answered it by clicking a button to his left ear, expecting Pierce to have called.
"Pierce, did you get him?" The Boss asked.
"Yeah, but he only just got up. Apparently he's been over working with training for the upcoming Murderbrawl event." Pierce explained.
"Of course, Killbane has been his soul rival for many years. It's only natural that he'd been over working himself to get everything up to speed. I only wish the crew would do the same." The Boss said.
"Man, don't be like that. You're pretty lucky that I've decided to give you a good plan." Pierce argued.
"Yeah, I'd actually agree if more guns weren't involved."
"C'mon, it's not like we would've done worse without them." Pierce says.
"Yeah, because it wasn't always the bullets that kill our enemies, Pierce." The Boss says.
"The trucks are coming in right now. They should arrive to you very soon." Pierce said ignoring The Boss' previous statement. The leader of the Saints would give acceptance to this and instead watch as the boys loaded the weapons in. There were four trucks stationed there and getting ready to carry the supplies. The Boss just stood at one side of the area and watched around making sure that no Luchadores would come and cause trouble for the boys loading the supplies.
Pierce:
The celebrity of the Saints sat inside his Criminal truck that he had been using since this operation had started. He felt pretty down about his plan being twisted like this since he thought he would be able to prove that he could be just as good as Johnny when it came to making plans. They got to bust into enemy turf, kill some assholes and make a name for themselves. But the one thing Pierce hadn't considered was the possibility that his leader would actually want the shipment. Any regular Saint would've guessed that, but Pierce wasn't apparently covering that ground. He just sat in the driver seat with his mind on how much he screwed up.
Suddenly, Angel had pulled up in his personal white Bootlegger and stopped right next to Pierce's truck. Even from a bit of distance, it was clear that Angel wasn't joking around when it came to his training. Pierce had even heard that The Boss detested Angel's motives highly. Not because of Angel endangering his own pride, but because of how The Boss disliked what the ex-Luchadore boxer had made him do. Play in traffic, ride around in a flame suit and drive a bloody tiger through the streets of Steelport.
"Yo, Angel what's up?" Pierce called to the dirty wrestler who turned to face Pierce.
"What does he want me for?" Angel asked.
"We're trashing some Luchadore businesses and stealing weapons. We were wondering if you would be able to lend us a hand." Pierce explained.
Angel gave a darkened smile to the thought of taking out a few serious businesses controlled by Killbane. He could only imagine the looks 'Eddie' would be giving after hearing the news of many of his money making businesses crashing down on his shoulders. This was something Angel wouldn't refuse to doing.
"Yeah… we'll hurt a lot of the Luchadores." Angel says darkly. Pierce couldn't even tell whether or not he was speaking to himself. It sort of made the celebrity feel uneasy. "Let's get em."
"Uh, sure. Whatever you say man." Pierce says.
"So, where are these businesses?" Angel asked.
"I'll just send you a copy of the target map, man." Pierce says while pulling out his phone and sending a copy of the Luchadore turf to him. There was a sudden vibration heard from Angel's phone and the ex-Luchadore observed the image sent by Pierce he looked back to the celebrity and opened his passenger door.
"Get in."
"What?" Pierce asked.
"I'm going to need a gunman for this, and I think you're more than capable to fill that part." Angel says.
"Wait, really? Gee man, I never thought anyone would be inviting me to be their partner." Pierce says somewhat honored yet still fearing what Angel might possibly do.
"I can see that look in your eyes, Pierce." Angel says while the celebrity jumped out of his ride and went for Angel's. "That is the look of wanting to prove your worth to your leader, yet that opportunity hasn't come yet. He sees you as a man who isn't capable as the one you used to work with. Gat."
"Well, I'll admit that The Boss has put me under pressure at times, but he always looks after his crew, no matter how much we might fuck up." Pierce says.
"Are you so certain he wouldn't trade any of you for something a little better?" Angel asked.
"Without a doubt. Sure, the Boss may be a bit rough around the edges, but he knows when he goes too far. Well, most of the time at least." Pierce said.
Angel just gives a 'hum' to Pierce and then began to drive. Unexpectedly to Pierce, Angel just sped up as his vehicle started to move, making the celebrity scream like a woman in fear. Unlike The Boss, Angel speeds were dangerously higher than what the Saints leader would dare pull off.
While Pierce was sitting in fear holding on to his very life, Angel just focused on the task at hand and gave his partner a series of commands. "Pierce; in the back I have a few surprises that could be handy against the Luchadores. Grab some of the weapons and have them ready for when we come up to the first area."
Pierce silently nodded and looked in the back. His fear completely turned to shock as he saw what Angel had in the back. These were the kinds of weapons that were saved for that one special rainy day. Pierce grabbed what had appeared to have been an Annihilator RPG and brought it to the front, almost hitting Angel in the back of the head. The boxer had managed to drop his head at the right moment before Pierce could hit him. Angel just focused on driving and moved to the first of the operations. When in range he turned toward Pierce who had the RPG ready.
"Alright, there's the first group. You know what to do." Angel says.
"Fuck, you got that right." Pierce said as he stretched out of the passenger window and fired a rocket at a group of Luchadores surrounded by a whole bunch of Bulldog trucks of theirs. The rocket hit the center of the group and took out the trucks along with it.
"Take that, you circus masked bastards." Angel said in a short tone.
"Yo man, we've still got four more locations to take down." Pierce reminded him.
"Don't think I don't know that. Remember I have a copy of the map too." Angel reminded Pierce.
"I'm just saying, man." Pierce says.
"Now, if you continue to look in the back, you'll notice a few grenades and other explosive shit I gathered." Angel says.
"Hey man, I know you might think this is enough, but shouldn't we be having our boys helping us?" Pierce asked.
"They'll do as they wish, but we're not going to need them. After all, you wanted to prove yourself to your leader, correct? Well this is the way you'll do it." Angel says.
"Alright then." Pierce said back.
The Boss:
So far, no Luchadores had come up for the shipment yet, which was odd considering how much value the weapons were worth for them. The Boss was starting to think that maybe the Luchadores might've realized how they wouldn't be able to beat the Saints after all, but then again, since when did anyone ever learns never to mess with the Saints. Maybe a few of each gang did, yet resistance was always brought to the Saints. Since nothing was happening, The Boss just sat down near the Saint trucks playing some random 3D game on his phone with his 45 Shepherd lying on the ground next to him. Apparently boredom had gotten to him and playing games on his phone was the best source of entertainment. Yet even the game was annoying him heaps.
"Yeah! No, wait… what? Fuck! Don't you, don't you fail on me!" The Boss says loudly as he kept on pressing just about any in game button to keep playing, until. "Fuck! Man that was bullshit!" The Boss said before he had attempted to start a new game, his phone to ring.
The Boss just sighed and answered straight away. "Yeah, who's this?"
"Boss, you need to move now!" The voice said on the other end. The Boss just looked around for a brief moment and saw a speeding green Compensator heading for him.
"Oh shit!" The Boss shouted as he raised himself off of the ground and jumped out of the truck's path. Humorously, the vehicle didn't stop and it went over the edge of where The Boss was seated and landed in the water, drown the Luchadores in it.
The Boss still had in phone in his hand figured out who it was that had saved him from certain death. "Shit, I owe you one, Kinzie."
"Not a problem. Hope that teaches you not to fool around while in enemy territory." Kinzie says. "Oh, and by the way, more Luchadores are on the way."
"Fuck me…" The Boss says before recovering his pistol and watching the area for the next wave of masked gang members to arrive.
The first few vehicles to arrive were a big enough challenge for the leader of the Saints. There were three Criminals filled with Brutes on the backs and they weren't armed with any weapons but relied on their muscle and bodies for combat. Once the trucks had stopped, the three Brutes went for The Boss with all their rage packed in on their attacks. The Saints had joined in on the fight too, but Brutes just weren't their specialty in combat. The giants greatly outnumbered the Saints just by using guerrilla tactics against them.
"Shit. I wish Oleg was here." The Boss cursed to himself.
Suddenly, as the Brutes appeared to be ganging up on The Boss, one of the Criminal trucks had been thrown at all three of the Brutes, killing them quickly. The Boss looked at the direction where the truck had come from and saw the one person who would be good at this point.
"Oleg! Man, do you have good timing!" The Boss shouted.
"I don't like missing parties. And I wouldn't want to miss this one either." Oleg says.
"Don't worry big guy, there's plenty of shit we're fuckin' up." The Boss assured Oleg.
Once again, The Boss' phone rang and he let out a moan of annoyance. Out of all the times he was going to be bombarded with calls, why was it now. "What is it, Pierce?"
"Angel and I are going after the Luchadore dealers in their turf. But we're probably going to need some air support soon. These guys are in big groups and we can't be sure that I'll take em all down." Pierce explained.
"Alright, just hang on for a bit, I'll see you soon." The Boss ordered. "Hey Oleg, I'm going to need you to take over for a bit. Think you can handle it?"
"Go and help Angel and Pierce, I'll make sure these thugs get a long trip to the cleaners." Oleg replied.
"Alright, good luck to you." The Boss said and charged for the Tornado he had landed on the ship. He really wanted to move it anyway, since it was in an awkward position.
As soon as he had reached it, The Boss had entered it and took off quickly to head to Pierce to save his ass.
Pierce And Angel:
The two men were driving at the second group of Luchadore dealers and took some out while running them down. Pierce on the other hand just threw grenades at them and took out both their allies and their trucks of the Bulldog and Compensator models. Angel approved of Pierce's methods to getting things completed, but there was one thing about his actions on this mission that he was against.
"You know, you just showed your leader a sign of weakness." Angel announced.
"What do you mean?" Pierce asked.
"You told him we might not be able to handle ourselves. You just made yourself sound just as weak." Angel accused.
"How is asking for help off a leader a sign of weakness? I believe asking for help at times like this is a sign of strength and strategy." Pierce says.
"Yet he only takes you seriously when you're under his watchful eye." Angel says.
"What? It isn't like that! He just knows when I'm right." Pierce retorted. "Well, I think…"
"That wasn't much of a comeback. He's always at least five steps ahead of you." Angel says.
"Man…" Pierce just says.
"Alright, the third group is up here. Get ready to bust some heads, Pierce." Angel commanded.
"Sure, just give me a clear sight and I'll take those fuckers out." Pierce explained.
Angel nodded and gave Pierce a good area of range. This spot was between a few mills but, remained too close to the open to avoid getting hit with rockets. The targets were on the left side of the Bootlegger so Pierce had to lean out the window of his side and fire over the car's roof top. Angel just took four grenades and chucked them in the general area of the Luchadores. All the Luchadores in the area were toasted and fences along with barrels in the area were knocked down or critically damaged from the explosions.
"Alright!" Pierce shouted in triumph and let out a few shouts of joy.
Angel however… "Yeah Killbane, you watching?!"
"Um, what?"
"Nothing. Just enjoying the smell of destroying some asshole's empire." Angel explained.
"Oh… right."
Although they had thought that they had stopped group number three, four Compensators appeared from alleyways and started to charge at the Bootlegger. There went any other ways to go and the small car was cornered from all side.
"Oh shit!" Pierce yelped.
"Crap!" Angel yelled in rage and jumped out of his car and took his AR-55 with him.
Pierce not wanting to end up in a bloody car wreck decided to do the same and took his K-8 Krukov with him and an RPG. The vehicle was left defenseless and the duo that left it had gone to cover. Angel went behind a whole bunch of junk that appeared to be stable enough to resist a few bullets, but a full round from a submachine gun would blow it to pieces. Pierce however; he had decided to get cover behind a… fire hydrant. While it was made of hard steel, it wasn't enough cover for the celebrity to keep his body safe behind. Angel would've interjected about it, but he had his own problems to worry about.
The Bootlegger that belonged to Angel was suddenly blown up from enemy fire and left the ex-Luchadore with a surge of anger that currently remained hidden.
The Luchadores that were giving both Angel and Pierce weren't messing around. They literally went all out with this attack, using rifles, submachine guns and even Luchadore Specialists with the GL G20 grenade launcher.
This was a time when both Saints were bordered in pretty deep. While seemingly impossible, Pierce had managed to survive without being hit while hiding behind the fire hydrant. Angel on the other hand was actually in a worse off position, dodging grenade launcher bombs and running from bullets heading for him. This wasn't the fight they had expected to be in.
Suddenly, The Boss had arrived in the attack chopper of his and launched missiles at the ground around the Luchadores, killing them all in a fiery blaze. Angel and Pierce were shocked that they weren't killed and got out from their cover. The Boss continued to hover over and watched as the two looked like they couldn't speak. So The Boss called Pierce.
"Boss?"
"Pierce, I was wondering why you both were hiding. Didn't think you would let yourselves be cornered like that." The Boss commented with a chuckle.
"Boss, it wasn't like that at all! Really!"
"Yeah, whatever you say, Pierce." The Boss simply says.
"Man…"
"I'll handle things from here; you two go and help Oleg with the trucks." The Boss commanded.
"Sure…" Pierce says non-energetically.
The Boss then proceeded to take down the final enemy businesses. He literally smiled to himself as he thought of Killbane's reaction when his men report to him about losing his main business. Though he probably already knew right now, considering the shipment of guns was right behind his casino.
There was an evil feeling generating from The Boss as he had taken appreciation from the suffering of the Luchadores, especially of Killbane's. While The Boss didn't see it, he could tell how pissed off The Walking Apocalypse truly was.
"So Pierce, how many are left to take care of?" The Boss questioned.
"There are two that are still doin' deals and shit to the northwest. Each position isn't actually near the mills but preferably in between back alleyways. You need to take them out quickly before they even have a chance to make a run for it. Alleyways are good positions for cover, so use your missiles to take the fuckers out." Pierce explained.
"Right, I got." The Boss said, and then his map was updated with the final two remaining locations.
The first alleyway was at least two blocks away and the chopper buzzed over the air with its main gun whining up and preparing to fire at the Luchadores on the ground.
Forth group saw the attack chopper coming in and instantly started to scramble. Some were daring to actually enter their vehicles while others were trying to run away with some of the goods imported into the city. The Boss found it was easy to take the ones in the vehicles down because of the easily inflicted damage they gained and the fatal explosions that were triggered.
The Luchadores that managed to dodge the first attack had RPG launchers and aimed for The Boss' attack chopper and tried to fire rockets at it. The only issue for them was that the leader of the Saints was moving around too much and their rockets were guided. All efforts for their attacks were for all for nothing. The Boss quickly retaliated by sending heavy weapon gun fire at those men, tearing their bodies apart with led. It was a true blood bath of green wrestlers being stormed by the Saints' leader. While making the job a messy one, he sure knew how to get things done.
"Damn, seems the Luchadores are really feelin' the heat." The Boss comments.
"No shit. You sure you can handle it up there?" Pierce asks.
"No way man, I've got this." The Boss replied.
"Just sayin'. After what had happened last night, I'm thinking you should just quit your drinking while you're ahead." Pierce suggests.
"Fuck. That."
"Fine, have it your way. How are you doing up there?" Pierce questioned.
"Why you asking? You know I'm kickin' ass." The Boss replied.
"True. Well make sure you kill all the fuckers. We want Killbane to be hurting badly." Pierce says.
"Yeah, yeah." The Boss replied.
The Boss discovered the final group and it was relocated much more north just right before the Planet Saints. He grinned to himself as he saw the enemies spot the purple Tornado chopper coming in and it swarms right past them. The Boss' plan was to intimidate them first before going in for the final kills. The Boss laughed at his own plan and went back around, only to see them already fleeing and heading for the bridge that was located north of the Planet Saints in the area.
"Oh no you don't. You assholes ain't getting away from me." The Boss vowed and charged his attack chopper forward and down to the highway. Some civilian cars had instantly stopped and swerved sideways to avoid the view of the leader of the Saints coming in at them. They had assumed that this was an attempt to cause a massive amount of destruction to the people, but apparently that wasn't the case.
The Boss had counted at least five Criminal trucks and one Compensator truck was driving as fast as they could away from the helicopter, even if it seemed impossible to outrun a flying vehicle like that. The Boss then whined up the main gun and fired at the moving Luchadore vehicles. The led hit many sections of the road behind the trucks and moved a lot closer to the masked gang members.
Two of the Criminal trucks were blown up from it and the other three had begun to spread out, in an attempt to avoid getting taken down too. The Compensator however just kept on staying in the middle.
"Ha, these guys aren't escaping." The Boss said as he targeted and fired a missile at the Criminal on the right and fired at the one on the left with his main weapon. First the left truck exploded and then the second one was destroyed by the missile, leaving the one Criminal and one Compensator left to run.
"Ha, just you two assholes left." The Boss says before firing at the final Criminal and destroying it quickly. The Boss just zoomed past the wreckage and went for the final truck.
The Compensator however didn't do anything to divert from the chopper's range and The Boss believed that this would be easy to take care of. "You ain't even trying."
Suddenly a rocket had been launched from the truck and hit the helicopter at a fast speed, catching The Boss off guard and burning the helicopter up. It started to malfunction and go down. "Oh shit!"
Before the helicopter could even charge towards the ground fast, The Boss jumped out of it and quickly activated his parachute that he had carried on him. God knows how he had managed to escape the falling helicopter without being cut up by the blades.
The Boss had landed on the middle of the highway and managed to get a glimpse of the chopper before it went down and crashed into a building, destroying it completely. A few civilians were showing in terror and some were killed by the accident. The Boss watched as the flames drenched the area and burned everything in its path. The Boss then got up and kicked the ground, knowing that the Luchadore truck was getting away. There weren't any cars parked in the area either.
Suddenly, a truck stopped on the spot right in front of The Boss. He looked up and saw the Criminal that Angel owned with both him and Pierce in the front. Both men looked at The Boss with some serious expressions, thinking he had messed up somewhere. While they had been slowed down, the three Saints weren't finished yet.
"C'mon, Boss. Get in!" Pierce shouts.
The Boss quickly got to the backseat of the Criminal on the left side and suddenly it started to speed up to where the Luchadore truck was going, leaving the scene with the crash helicopter as burning wreckage on the street.
As the truck had gotten out of range, STAG N-Forcers had arrived on the scene and surrounded the helicopter wreckage. Apparently STAG was more interested in the Saints activity with the Luchadores.
With The Boss, he Angel and Pierce were following the truck at a very fast speed, finding the driver of the enemy gang to be quite skillful when moving away from the Saints. The Boss leaned out of his window with an Annihilator RPG and attempted to aim at the Luchadore truck. The only issue was that the vehicles kept turning around corners without an easy breakthrough for a good position.
"Woah, show the fuck down!" The Boss said while banging the purple roof of the Criminal.
"If you really want to catch these bastards, then you'll accept this for the way it is!" Angel argued back while turning the wheel strongly.
"Fuck it…" The Boss replied back. Suddenly the truck had continued its pace on the highway on old Decker turf, and it was traveling on the left side of the lane. Angel accepted this challenge and moved on that lane as well. The Boss seemed natural by it, but Pierce was the one who least expected it.
"Wait, what the fuck are you doin, man?!" Pierce shouted. "We're gonna end up in a massive pile up on this side."
"Relax, Pierce. You act like as if I've never done this before myself." The Boss states.
"That's because I'm used to your driving, but I don't know how Angel works." Pierce says back.
Angel just ignored the celebrity of the Saints and just focused on the truck ahead of them. He looked towards The Boss who had apparently spotted it too and aimed his RPG at the truck up ahead.
While the RPG was getting positioned more correctly, the truck just kept on moving. His view was only useless with the truck moving and cars dashing past all of them.
"Dammit! Angel, move to the right!" The Boss commanded.
The Criminal was then shifted to the right lane, leaving the drive to remain much simpler than it was before. The Criminal then sped up and slowly but surely caught up with the Compensator. While Angel was head to head with the truck, The Boss had attempted to get the truck again. That is until…
"What the fuck…" Angel started as he noticed the Luchadore truck shooting something towards the truck of theirs. It was a whole bunch of red glowing grenades smacking into the right lane. Angel took the initiative and made the truck speed up more. "Careful, they're launching grenades at us!"
"Oh, fuck me…" The Boss says with an angry sigh and leaned back into the truck again, getting ready to experience Angel's crazy driving again. Of course the vehicles had bent left and right as it kept on moving, forcing The Boss and Pierce to shift hard at each side.
They couldn't get anywhere near the truck since it had GL G20 grenade launchers firing from each side to avoid allowing the Saints from getting anywhere near them. Angel noticed this tactic of their and just smacked the steering wheel with frustration. He didn't want this to happen. If any of the Luchadores were to even escape, they would be able to continue the business deals. Angel wouldn't allow it, but more importantly, nether would The Boss.
"Fuck it, I'm riding on the back!" The Boss shouted with annoyance and climbed out eh back window and jumped onto the back of the truck, leaving Angel and Pierce to watch their leader climb to the back.
When he had made it onto the back successfully, The Boss grabbed his RPG he had attached to his back and positioned it to the front, attempting to aim at the Luchadore truck with a better view. It was a bit better but still not good enough to get a proper aim.
"Get me closer. I need to be able to do this." The Boss says.
"Just make sure you get this right!" Angel shouted back and got onto the wrong lane again, leaving Pierce to stare with worried eyes.
The Criminal truck continued to advance and avoid the other cars from hitting their one truck. Suddenly, a chance had struck for them. The Luchadore Compensator had hit annoyer truck along the highway and The Boss saw the chance.
"NOW!" The Boss shouted before he launched a rocket at the Luchadore truck. The rocket sped itself to the truck. The rocket dashed past passing cars along the way and some even shift to avoid getting caught in its wake. Once it had finally hit the Luchadore truck all the dealers and workers were dead, along with the unlucky citizen or citizens from the other truck.
Angel nodded into success and drove up to the destroyed Luchadore truck. Once there, he and the other two Saints exited the truck and observed the wreckage more closely. From what they could tell, the Luchadores were slaughtered from the fiery explosion. Some dead bodies laid on the road around the area while the others were presumably left in the truck or went off of the sides of the bridge.
"We're done. That was a close call." Pierce says.
"No shit…" The Boss agreed along with Pierce. "Just glad we managed to drop their asses."
"Killbane is defiantly not going to like this." Angel says. "If I still had my mask, this would mean a lot more to me."
"What do you mean? Your mask didn't do shit." The Boss said back.
"It may not mean much to you, but it means a lot more to me. As a man born with respect for his masked pride, it is within my duty to honor all fights with my mask never to leave my head." Angel explained.
"So what does fighting in Murderbrawl accomplish for you then? I mean it can't just be to fight Killbane again." The Boss says.
"The fact that Killbane is still standing proves that something needs to be done. When the time is right, I'll explain to you what I plan to do." Angel says.
"Alright, if you say so." The Boss says.
Matt's And Kristen's Apartment:
Matt had returned after the exploration of his cargo plane had been completed. His mind was racing very fast as he had thought about everything Viola had told him. He was clearly beginning to doubt his abilities, since it was actually possible that he had messed up somewhere with his hacking. In his left hand, he carried Kristen's Specialist boots and in the right, he held a sack of his weapons he had recovered from his plane.
Matt looked around and saw everything the same way he had seen it before he left. The lighting inside the apartment was leveled the same way as he had left, aside from the few windows showing a different point of light shining from them.
He had decided to check the time to see how long he had been out for.
10:20AM.
Matt was out for an hour and twenty minutes. He could've sworn that he had been out a lot longer than what his phone had shown him. Though he did notice one new message on his mobile device and quickly went to read it.
He smiled, reading the title card on it. It was Kristen who had messaged him and she had apparently sent him a loving message.
Matt, I hope you won't be out for long. I already miss you a lot. Please come back soon
Kristen xx
Matt smiled at this message. It was what he needed to be cheered up. Since everything went down on the plane, he had felt as if darkness was creeping around the corner. Now that he had read that, it seemed like as if she was an angel that had flown him away from hell and took him right up to heaven.
He sighed as he had read this. Every time he saw something like this, he wished that he wasn't a complete dick back in Steelport. Though he kept on wishing he had changed his ways earlier and earlier every time.
He read how long ago the message was sent and figured out that it was only sent over five minutes ago. He had to assume that Kristen was fine by herself the entire time.
He smiled as he realized that. Kristen was a tough woman, so how could he question her strength when she was three times as tough as a regular Specialist chick? Even one normal person couldn't hold their own against one of them, never mind three.
"Matt!" Kristen's voice cried as she suddenly dived for her hacker boyfriend and landed on him, catching him more than just off guard.
"Uh, Kristen!" Matt wailed back in surprise, expecting the ground to have caused a painful drop for him. Yet the floor wasn't that hard for him to collide against. Despite its hard look, it was actually pretty soft for him to land on.
"I'm so glad to see you back, Matt." Kristen said as she pulled up her boyfriend off of the ground and hugged him tightly.
He was going to protest about being tackled, but changed his mind as he felt her affection waver upon his body, forgetting his annoyance of her actions and appreciating her presence. He gripped his hands around Kristen's waist and held her strongly back.
Kristen softly let go of Matt and noted her boots now lying on the ground. She didn't see Matt carry them in and seeing them was a good surprise for her. "Matt, I didn't expect you to grab our stuff." She says and kissed his lips softly.
"Y-yes. Well, I do what I can to make you happy, dear." Matt said back before returning himself to the issue from earlier. "But I think we might have to pick out a new place."
"Why?" Kristen asked in her American accent again.
"I found four guards on our plane dead as well as our pilots." Matt explained.
"Shit. That means that they might know about you being a hacker." Kristen said.
Matt frowned to her conclusion. Apparently she and Viola both had the same conclusion in their minds. He felt more insecure about it now, but he knew he had to take that as a possibility and move on.
"Which is why I want to change location and maybe decide to look for a new place to set up in. Maybe we could explore the city for a bit too. That sounds grand, yeah?" Matt suggests.
"Alright? Shall we go and find a new place to set up in?" Kristen asked.
"I guess, but we need to make sure we aren't followed. I've had that suspicion since we got here and now I'm certain that the incident in the airport confirms so." Matt explained.
"That's a good point." Kristen says. "So what do?"
Matt looked at Kristen and then all around the apartment. This place costs a lot to rent out and Matt knew that the employees loved eating his funds out of his pockets. It wasn't a bad place to live in, but it was in a dangerous part of the city.
"Pack your things. We aren't going to be here for much longer and staying in a dangerous part of the city with enemy gangs is exactly my cup of tea." Matt admits.
"Great idea." Kristen said approvingly. "Without the rest of the Deckers, we don't stand a chance."
"You might, but I wouldn't." Matt says. "Unlike you, all I've got is my talents for hacking computers. That isn't enough to fight anyone, unless it was a place with dangerous equipment." Matt says.
"Of course you have strength, Matt." Kristen says. "You just need to find it."
"Really?"
"Yes. Haven't you ever felt a pulse of endurance rush through you as if you could do anything?" Kristen asks.
"Now that you do mention it…" Matt starts thinking about all the high points of his life, reflecting upon what things have made him become more of a man despite being only a teenager. "…I'm not too sure."
"Trust me, Matt. I believe you'll have your time to show what you can do." Kristen says.
"Thank you for your belief in me, Kristen." Matt says. "We're going to find a new place to set up in."
Kristen smiled and the two took their belongings with them after checking through everything they had. Matt needed to decide which ways to go and do it quick. This city may have a good rating in popularity and places of interest, but it did come with a big expense to live here. He wouldn't be giving up on living in this city just yet since he still had a lot to do. This wasn't the end of Matt Miller's crusade, but merely the rest of the Deckers. After a week, things would start to change for them.
To be continued. . .