Saints Row 3 Lovers
Episode 6: Fox In The Woods
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Why you calling? Got another party in mind?
After the last one Z, no, It ain't gonna cut it…
Don't give up on a brother over one mistake baby!
What are you got in plan before I make my next move?
Call me Mr. Deus Ex Machina because something just fell into my lap that should fuck up their operation!
If it is that the sex slave shit again, I'm canceling it…
One time offer, never again! But there is a shipment of girls that will be transferred into Stillport, I say we should stop them from human trafficking the bitches!
Funny, I had the same idea with my plan… All right then, head to the docks over on Salander… We'll meet there…
~XXX~
Bella: Isabella, please… don't go…
Isabella: [sees her arm being pulled gently]
Bella: Stay, for a couple of hours… I… I still feel scared…
Isabella: [caress her cheek] I will come back for you, and I will hold you in my arms, holding onto you tightly, as we watch a movie together…
Bella: [tears filling up]
Isabella: [smile] I know you haven't left my room in three days since the party full of-
Bella: Jerks…
Isabella: [chuckles] Jerks, yeah…
Bella: You always speak in a seductive, romantic poetry, and yet you leave me to do more business… for which it gets you killed…
Isabella: It's the thrill that excites me… Dangerous, yeah, but it's more exciting than painting on a blank canvas…
Bella: But… I like painting…
Isabella: Exactly…
The Boss grabbed her gun from her loveseat and made it to the door. She looked towards Bella one more time, coming over to kiss her lips, and walked out.
Meanwhile, in Salander, Isabella use a pair of binoculars to scope out the boat full of crates, which is something worth taking a nosedive into any goodies that may have in store. Morningstar on the boat pushing the women in the box with no remorse as Isabella thinks of a plan.
Zimos: Lot of p*ssy on that thang…
Isabella: And once it's ours, the Morningstar's sex operation is done…
Zimos: How you gonna move all the bitches?
Isabella: Eh, just let me worry about that… Now let's go, I wanna meet my new employees!
Walking away to make several phone calls, only one called back: Zoë Rockwell. The Boss told her about the plan of how to make the best satisfying and fulfilling mission to end it off on, and plus, it'll be fun for Zoë first mission in the Saints. Another phone call from her other side calling back, telling her that a speedboat has arrived. Hearing its noise from the waters splashing nearby, Zimos nodded, and Isabella only waited for Zoë's arrival.
It took several minutes, which almost took an hour, for Zoë to arrive in Salander but eventually she'd made it on time. Now, Zimos, Isabella, and Zoë, got in the speedboat and took off.
These girls gonna shoot at us too?
See? You had to bring that up again…
Getting shot by them sticks with ya…
Zoë has no clue as to what those two were talking about? Girls with guns? In her mind, perhaps it was the betrayal of the Saints, or maybe she flirted with bad influential women who has happen to have guns strapped onto them. Feeling genuinely concerned, she worries about it later.
You taking your time getting there?
You wanna get off and swim?
Hey, just checking baby…
They all have arrived on the boat, but the amount of people were on it? It was not that much. Isabella thought of it as maybe they'll be more from the Syndicate, or what's left of it. But this is her final mission, and Viola, her childhood companion, will never go against the Morningstar ever again.
On board the ship, Isabella went to every crate to open up by finding the girls inside, Zoë protected the Boss from incoming Morningstar and Zimos covered himself as well as protecting the girls from being shot. Some of the crates were filled with ammunition, which was good; others were containing a sex machine, a guillotine with dildos to the side, and a lot was a fisting machine for, well, fisting. Every crate was disgusting to open up, however, it didn't stop the Boss from finding the girls.
There were only two crates that had brutes inside. Just why? One was a brute that uses force, and the other was armored with a mini gun. Again, why? She had no idea. A safety precaution? Whatever the case, they had to be put down to rest.
After opening up four crates of finding the girls, the Boss told them to go over and stick with the Z, while she headed to the top deck for Zoë's welcoming.
Zoë: They're coming for the boat!
Isabella: Well, this will be fun…
Zoë: I packed some rocket launchers from these crates earlier! Should be good to take them out!
Isabella: Good job sweetie… You'll help out too?
Zoë: In the meantime, yeah! Though I need to watch for the others who'll try to sneak on here! I'll keep checking!
Isabella: [nods]
Yet another basket case for defending segments against the Morningstar. The Boss noticed it since that Safeword mission, the Morningstar goes a bit deeper, overboard, to protect their shipment. She wonders why, maybe profitable money? Maybe that's why Zimos is a pimp, and they locked them up and stuck him to being a pony cart pusher, he was dangerously good at his job, because there was a strong competition between him and the Morningstar.
Isabella smirked, and realizing that maybe she is right to speculate on this, as she took out several helicopters and boats. It wasn't long before clearing them all out, but as soon as the last boat manages to sneak their way in from the back, a helicopter flew overhead the Saints, opening the slide door, revealing a woman dressed in a black bodysuit, holding a sniper rifle, gunning down the Morningstar, clipping them in the head. When taking a look at their face area from Isabella's perspective, she couldn't see. They saved them, but who was it?
Zoë: Pierce is coming over to pick us up, and another Saint will grab the girls from the crate for transportation back to the city!
Isabella: [watches the helicopter]
Zoë: Isa?
Isabella: I heard… [sighs] Let's make sure that we aren't messing around!
Zoë: Right!
Pierce, in a brown pickup helicopter, carrying a crate full of girls for a safe transport, while the other helicopter, which was Zimos flying, a regular Saint, Zoë, and Isabella, protected the shipment from more incoming Morningstar.
As this was going on, the Boss was distracted by that same helicopter that helped the Saints to escape. It opened the side door again, traveling with the Saints once again, and sniping the Morningstar in the driver seat, so they no longer can catch up with the Saints.
Hard to focus on the other side for protecting the girls, and Pierce, without thinking who is that person on the other chopper.
Zoë: Friend of yours?
Isabella: I don't know…
Zoë: She seems sweet…
Isabella: Don't let your guard down because of her sweetness… I'm not exactly trusting her yet…
They all flew over to the Grove before making it to Arapice Island, finally where it was no longer boats, but APCs on the road, and snipers were all over the rooftops. The woman focused her attention on the roof while the Saints focus on the minor APCs with rocket launchers. Not soon after, it seemed that was the end.
Zoë: They're gone… All gone…
Isabella: Heh, good… We can relax now… [phone ringing]
Zoë: [puts rocket launcher in the back] I'll take your rocket launcher away, and I'll keep an eye out for any more of them…
Isabella: Thanks Zoë… [answers call]
You have something that belongs to me…
Is that so? Who the hell is this?
Someone who's willing to bargain… Bring the girls back to the Morningstar and I'll pay you top dollar a head…
Let me consider it…
That's all I'm asking!
What was that about?
The Morningstar wants the girls back…
I can't do my thing if I got no pussy to sell, the money won't come quick but you bet it'll come…
The helicopter landed with the crate of girls gently, before unstrapping the latches, and flying away. The same box has opened, escorting the trafficking victims, who were the hoes, forcefully being sent in the back of a moving truck for a safe passage. But Isabella didn't like that idea, and made an estimated effort to call her Saints for public transportation. The offer was to pay the Morningstar back with a shipment full of girls, it still holds up, however, the Boss wants the girls to be in vehicles, rather than to be boxed in.
Zoë: Cars and trucks? How are we gonna protect them?
Isabella: We're not…
Zoë: We're not? What do you mean we're not?
Isabella: Exactly that… Now come on, gather every Saint here, and let them enjoy the free ride to their homes, wherever they live, so that my friend can stop us from being killed by Morningstar…
Isabella got in Zimos' car, and drove off to the Grove as she headed to Rosen Oaks. "You're with us for a reason Zimos… Get to pimping those girls," and with that said, Viola was calling the Boss, letting her know that the Morningstar will be off her back.
In the background, the helicopter above her stayed hovering over, and made its way towards the airport.
At the 3 Count Casino.
What the hell were you thinking Matty?
It just seemed like a waste to lose all those girls…
I am the general, I'm the czar, I'm the Walking Apocalypse, and I make the decisions… Not you!
My bad mate… So, what happens now?
Ahh we buckle down! We focus! We don't do a run in, we hit 'em with a Montreal screw job!
Chuckling, before it turns into laughter, "Yes! That's it, now listen up," as the scene pans over to the TV screen, it shows Monica Hughes speaking to the public at the press conference.
My Esteemed Colleagues. The time is now… we have deployed STAG to Stillport!
Phone ringing…
Isabella: [picks up] Hello?
?: She has been waiting for the time to meet. Make your way to the airport, and swim on an island where the plane crashed, to come meet your maker.
Isabella: Not until you tell me who you are!
The call was cut. The Boss got back in her car before she set foot into her penthouse, and makes her way over to Wesley Cutter Intel.
I am keeping tabs on her. What would you have me do?
Leave…
Miss?
This is between me, and Isabella… You are no longer a part of my operation… You can go back home now…
I… I came here for your required assistance of aiding the Saints!
You did, and I am grateful. Now, after being so generous and supportive, you can go back home with a huge paycheck… I won't tell the General of your absence, and promote you as a Lieutenant…
A gun was clicked, and the woman looked at him.
No. You are our best recruiter into the special forces. I will not have you walk away from your position for some sociopathic Saint!
She isn't sociopathic…
The Leader of the Saints makes her way towards the airport, until she heard a gunshot going off. She uses nitrous when speeding past several vehicles to make it through the entrance by the airplanes, she sees the island. The same helicopter, and two people were on the ground, fighting? She wasted no time, and hurriedly gets out the car to swim.
No! Don't send me away!
You wouldn't listen, and I don't care… No parachutes for you, so you'll just have to deal…
The woman tied the man on the steering wheel of the helicopter, as it took off into the sky, and drove straight. After that, the woman jumped out, and parachuted on the way down.
Isabella: [stops running]
?: [unclips parachute and looks at her]
Isabella: [pulls out gun]
?: [took off her helmet]
Isabella: [gasp]
?: Isabella… It's been a long ass time seeing your face…
Isabella: Roxy? You… look…
?: My code name is Foxy… But only you get to call me by my real name…
Isabella: [lowers gun]
Foxy: I never figured you to be defenseless at that penthouse party… To think I had to save your sorry ass from dying to a whore…
Isabella: What?
Foxy: C'mon, did it not click to you? The party? Your penthouse? Whores with guns? One hostage situation on your roof?
A triggering flashback where Isabella was behind cover, and a random headshot was fired at a far distance, killing the whore for who it held Bella hostage.
Isabella: You saved my back… and you're doing it again… and you didn't bother to meet me face to face?
Foxy: Always keep them guessing…
Isabella: Holy shit…
Foxy: Now, about that promise…
Isabella: Just… hold on, let me process this!
Foxy: [hands in pockets and sighs quietly]
Isabella: [deep breath] My god, woah… All this time you've been…
Foxy: Mmhm…
Isabella: Ok uh… anyways, that promise back in Stillwater…
Foxy: Uh huh?
Isabella: I had sex with every girl in town…
Foxy: In a span of…?
Isabella: Since my arrival to Stillport!
Foxy: Yeah, but for how long? Surely it can't be months…
Isabella: I mean, I fucked only the amount of cute girls I've seen, but I'm still working my way up there! The game still continues!
Foxy: I'm on board with you… I haven't made it through all my ranks in the special forces, so there is still yet some work that needs to be done…
Isabella: And plus, I have a girlfriend!
Foxy: [jumped eyebrows] Shocker…
Isabella: She seems on board with me fucking them, I still find it off putting!
Foxy: That's one lucky girl… It's a rare find, I mean, ultra rare… Not many of them would dare have you and say they'll stick by you, but for her, it's, I guess, a miracle…
Isabella: Heh, I believe it's fated!
Foxy: [shrug one shoulder] Sure… Why not?
Isabella: [chuckle] You should stay here, and be part of the Saints!
Foxy: I would, but our promise is not fulfilled yet…
Isabella: You holding onto it like it's your last opportunity to beat me! Just know you'll lose and it'll be me who ends up winning!
Foxy: You do realize that it takes years to achieve anything, right? My ranks? Your bucket list?
Isabella: It's a competition that counts! [smile] You feel me?
Foxy: [nods] Well then, it's best I get outta here…
Isabella saw Foxy walks to her with a sniper.
Foxy: Have this…
Isabella: Don't need snipers…
Foxy: [shoves it] Have it…
Isabella: Why?
Foxy: I'll be back here to return the favor…
Isabella: What favor?
Foxy: [pulls out phone] Our score back in Stillwater… Also, our comrade you have yet to take care to train…
Isabella: You don't mean…?
Foxy: Eleanor, yeah…
Foxy took a step back, jumping backwards into the ocean, and when Isabella ran over to see, a submarine dragged Foxy inside, and sped away. Isabella chuckled, and walked away…
To Be Continued…