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Welcome to the archive: This story was meant to be something to sink my teeth into until I got bored with it and I did. I may do something with it again later but for now its brought to the archive along with other things.
Howdy and welcome to The Saints and Kingpin, a story I'd been thinking about for the last month or so. This story is unlikely to be long or even that good in my opinion as its more of a throw away idea I decided to just go full throttle with so I can take a break from The Fallen and just write without really thinking. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
-OtherwiseR00K
Jack Hopkins leaned back into his leather chair and stared up at his office ceiling. He stared at it for a long time, not even blinking as he didn't really need to anymore and then a long tired sigh went from his lips. Jack deflated in his seat and let his head hit the desk with a light thud.
"Welp, it's official." The Kingpin of Los Santos droned, "I'm bored."
It was terrible and it was unforeseen. Ever since coming to Los Santos in late 2012 there had been an opportunity at every corner and desert of San Andreas. Unfortunately, after eleven years, a good lot of the opportunity of the state has run dry or become stale. The latest opportunity that came knocking was the bail enforcement agency from Maude.
It was entertaining and he made some money from it but he decided to hire someone far more versed with Bounty Hunting to run the agency in his stead after he got bored with it. Last he heard Jennette was running the new guy ragged but he seemed to enjoy it. Jennette seemed to enjoy running the new guy ragged as well.
The last real entertaining thing that happened was in October with all that happened with those aliens. Jack would admit to having not been much of a believer in aliens, even with Dax's attempts at convincing him, but when he got beamed up into a UFO Jack believed in them now.
Leaning back Jack grunted as he pulled up his Interaction Menu in an attempt to try and figure out what to do today. He didn't want to sell off the stock under Tony's Fun House as the basements weren't at complete capacity just yet and he'd prefer to get the whole thing emptied so the operations in Blaine County could ship their product up to it without having to tiptoe around whatever was already there.
Jack continued scrolling through the menu when something else came to his mind. It had been a while since he'd gotten in contact with Agent 14 about the weapon stock in the bunker. Maybe it was time for Jack to get his hands back into the weapons trade instead of leaving it to the man he hired to oversee it.
Jack dismissed the menu and grabbed his phone off the desk. He clicked the power button and the phone lit up with his thumb tapping on the contacts app and thumbing through the long list of them. Once he got Agent 14 he made to press call but stopped.
Jack's eyes snapped over to his resting arm on the chair which was now emitting a white light. He brought the hand to his eyes and stared as the glow became brighter and slowly began engulfing his entire arm. Jack sprang up and began shaking his arm, "Shit!" he yelled as he attempted to get whatever the hell was happening to stop.
Seeing that wasn't working he quickly pulled up his Interaction Menu again to try and see what the hell was happening. He scrolled to status and found that nothing was being noted until he looked at the bottom right. A purple notification symbol was there. He'd never seen a purple notification before, only red ones as that's the color he set things to.
He quickly tapped on it and a window popped open: Transporting…
"Transporting?" Jack questioned, not paying attention to the white glow now engulfing his shoulder, "Transporting where!?"
He quickly backed out of the tab and scrolled up to objectives. Usually when something odd was happening he could rely on this to tell him what to do. Jack pressed on the tab and watched as it opened and his eyes bugged at the only message there.
Objective: Join the 3rd Street Saints
"3rd Street Saints?" Jack questioned, still not paying attention to the engulfing glow which just encompassed his lower body and now working at his right arm and neck, "What 3rd Street Saints?"
Those were the last words before the light fully engulfed him. Soon the light disappeared and the office was completely vacant of Los Santos' greatest criminal. Not too soon after Jack's partner in the Agency, Franklin Clinton walked in, "Yo, Hopkins, I got something…for you."
Franklin looked around the empty office, utterly confused. He could have sworn Jack had come into the Agency earlier. Franklin's partner had literally walked past the ex-gangbanger's office. Franklin rubbed his eyes and glanced around one more time before sighing.
"Man, I gotta be more careful with LD's weed." Franklin shook his head and shut the door behind him. He'd catch the owner of the office later, after he dealt with the craving for chips he currently had.
Jack fell to the ground with a thud and splash. He groaned as he sat up and then jolted as he realized he was not in his office and his sports coat was wet. He scrambled to his feet while quickly bringing mis MK2 Combat MG to his hands and clearing the alley he was in. Finding no immediate hostile he lowered the gun and sighed, "Now where the fuck am I?" Jack muttered as he dismissed the MK2 Combat MG back into his weapon wheel.
Jack then brought up his Interaction Menu and scrolled to the map. Wherever he was in San Andreas, it was best to figure out now. He pressed the tab and the map soon followed…the map was blank. More acuratly it was in explorer mode.
"What the fuck!?" Jack yelled. The map was never blank, or at least, hadn't been blank in a very long time.
Back in 2013, when he first died and came back, the map was mostly blank due to not having seen the entire state. He rectified that with a statewide road trip which had been how he'd ran into Trevor Phillips and Ron after Gerald learned he was out in Blaine County and called for a job. The map for San Andreas hadn't been blank since. Of course he'd had to fill out other maps, like Cayo Perico and North Yankton…wait a second.
Jack thought back to the moments before finding himself here, when he checked his status, "Is that what the popup meant by transported? I fucking teleported?" he asked himself. Jack sighed before palming his face, "Its fine, its fine. Alright I just gotta call my associates and tell them I'll be out for a while."
Jack dropped the menu and took out his phone, thumbing to the contacts and hitting Lester's number. The phone rang and then disconnected, "I'm sorry, the number you are attempting to reach does not exist." the female voice said before his phone went back to the contact screen.
Jack stared at his phone for a while, "That's not possible."
The iFruit phone was connected to the Interaction Menu, and before Jack had figured that out, Lester had done some work on it that made it possible to have service anywhere since it was directly connected to the satellites orbiting Earth. Lester's number was one of those tricky things about Jack's phone as it was directly embedded in the phone's firmware so that way if he somehow couldn't contact anyone else he could call Lester.
If that number didn't work, then something was very wrong. Jack decided to push the thought down for the moment and focus on where he was, which was a dingy run down alleyway. Not exactly something new to the criminal, Liberty City had a lot of them and Los Santos had a few here and there.
Jack began walking to the entrance of the alleyway, deciding he needed a lay of the land before making any decisions. Walking out of the alley Jack was greeted by a run down neighborhood that clearly had people still living here. A few men were huddled around a burning fire inside a barrel in a lot on the other side of the street. Down the sidewalk itself was a man with an open briefcase trying to sell bootleg jewelry and a street girl standing at the corner.
Overall it resembled one of those neighborhoods he'd seen back in LC. Jack casually stepped back as a man walked by wearing a black t-shirt with baggy jeans and a hairstyle that screamed early 2000s. The guy walked with the gait of someone who was used to the streets so he likely lived here.
Jack dismissed the guy and looked around, trying to look for billboards that maybe had some kind of tourist spiel. Unfortunately, he was in the part of the place that definitely did not have one so he pulled up his menu again and scrolled to his vehicles. He pressed the tab and scrolled down the list of vehicles he had, coming down to his Duke O'Death when he stopped at the sound of angry voices.
"What the fuck you think your doing!?"
Jack turned to see six people, three of them wearing yellow and the other three wearing blue. Two different gangs as Jack's experience told him. The guy who yelled was wearing a blue jacket and holding a metal baseball bat, which was pointed at a black guy wearing a yellow t-shirt and bandana wrapped around his head. Though it was the guy wearing blue on the left that caught Jack's eye, considering the Assault Rifle in his hands.
"Just being civic minded is all." A guy in yellow said sardonically, his arms oustretched before the other gang.
"Yeah, some dumbass crackers put this shit up all over the wall." The one with the bandana spoke up smiling all the while gesturing to the wall which had a gang tag on it with a yellow spray paint line going through it, "We're just cleaning it up."
The guy's teeth were suddenly in need of dental care as the one with the bat smashed it into the yellow guy's teeth. Everyone reacted instantly and pulled their guns from the line of their pants and opened fire at the opposite gang members. The normal people ran for cover or froze at the spontaneous violence on display.
Jack on the other hand loved it. It'd been a while since he had watched two gangs be violent like this but it'd been even longer since he'd been involved with it. Jack took a few seconds to make his choice and opened up his weapon wheel. He didn't want to go overkill so he just took out his Compact Rifle and opened fire.
The first few shots layed out a thug in yellow while causing another in blue to fall over. Jack's insertion in the gang fight didn't go unoticed and suddenly bullets flew his way which he simply ignored and continued firing, the drum magazine allowing much more ammo to be spat out. Jack calmly aimed for the one with the rifle and riddled him in the chest before rolling as more gunfire came at him.
Jack turned his head at the sound of tires squealing behind him. A red convertible with gold accents had pulled up with men wearing red aiming Micro SMGs at them.
"Hector says buenos-" Jack turned and opened fire, knowing better than to let the guy finish. The first person he hit was the driver who went limp and caused the car to speed forward and toward the same guy that passed Jack earlier. The guy barely jumped out of the way of the out of control car, which slammed into the wall.
The guy looked at the car that almost killed him and then to Jack who winced slightly as the guy gestured to the car with a face that screamed 'What the fuck?'. Jack did have the problem of getting innocent people involved in the shit he did and usually Jack didn't care but afterward would be reprimanded by others he knew.
He may as well put in the minimum effort, "Well don't just stand in the middle of an active firefight dumbass!" Jack shouted. The guy rolled his eyes before looking behind Jack in surprise. Jack took that for what it was and whipped around with his rifle pointed forward.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" A middle aged black man wearing a backward hat, leather jacket, purple sweater, and two layered chains backed up with his hands up, "Hold on a moment, I'm not here to start shit."
"Put the gun away, asshole." A younger white man standing beside the other man with a purple polo shirt and chain tucked under the collar. Overall an unassuming guy with a crap haircut.
"Yeah, see I'd agree with you all if it weren't for the fact a three way gang shootout just occurred here and you all are wearing predominantly purple. Similar to how they were all wearing prominent colors of their own." Jack said, causing a small frown from the white guy and a look of concentration on the black guy.
"Yeah, we're part of a gang. The 3rd Street Saints, but we ain't here to kill anyone…well besides these gut but you got that covered." The man said, looking down at a dead yellow shirt.
Saints. 3rd Street Saints. Hadn't that been the name of the organization his objective tab had wanted him to join? "Hold up, 3rd Street Saints. That's you?" Jack questioned, getting a look from the other guy.
"Yes, my name's Julius Little, this is Troy." Julius lowered his hands and gestured to the man beside him, "Now look, son, we can keep talkin' later but the guy behind you is tryin' to crawl away from a burning car that looks like it's about to explode."
Jack glanced back and, yup, it did seem like the near civilian casualty was trying to get away from a now flaming car. Jack rested the Compact Rifle on his shoulder and moved to the side, fully aware of the pistol aimed at him, "Well, go ahead and get him." Jack said.
Without another word Julius went over to the guy and helped him off the ground. Troy lowered the pistol and looked over at Julius now supporting the man as they walked away from the flaming car. Which then exploded.
Julius and the guy stumbled from the force while Troy looked shocked and ran over to the two. Jack simply walked over with the gun still resting against his shoulder. He'd been around so many car explosions they didn't faze him anymore. After being on the receiving and giving end of so many car bombings you get used to it.
"You okay, Playa?" Julius asked while setting the guy down on the steps to a building.
The man nodded, "Yeah, thanks."
"Don't mention it." Julius says as Troy makes it to the two, "The Row ain't safe no more, son. We got gangs fightin' over shit that ain't theirs, and you in the way. They don't care if you repressentin' or not."
"Yo, Julius, this is no time to recruit. Cops will be here soon." Troy said and to his credit a low siren could be heard in the distance. Jack simply looked off in the direction it was coming from.
"In a minute." Julius replied, a frown on his face before looking back at Playa, "Look the Saints are having a meeting at the old church on 3rd Street about all this gang bullshit. I've got an idea on what he wants," Julius nodded his head toward Jack, "but if you want to be part of the solution you should come."
"C'mon Julius." Troy urged.
"Alright." Julius replied before standing up and following Troy away from the scene. Jack and Playa watched the two go before they stood or sat in Playa's case, in silence. It was broken when Jack looked down at Playa and he looked up at Jack.
"So, you wanna get out of here?" Jack asked, mentally going to the vehicle tab of his menu and turning on the HUD of his vision.
Playa huffed but nodded, "Yeah, I need a Freckle Bitches' chocolate shake in me." He stood up and brushed his knees before looking back at Jack, "You got money on you, I'm kinda broke."
"Yeah, I'll pay." Jack answered as he selected his Imponte Dukes which spawned around the corner of their location. "My car is just around the corner." Jack pointed back with his thumb before turning and walking in that direction.
"Hmm, you got a name?" Playa asked as he followed Jack.
"Jack, Jack Hopkins. What about you, Haircut?" Jack asked back.
"My hair isn't bad asshat, and it's Thomas Hale." Thomas said, grumbling questions under his breath about what was wrong with his hair. Jack simply smirked as they turned the corner and then he caught sight of the black muscle car and a board hanging off a dilapidated building.
'Welcome to Stilwater…that's with one 'L' bitch'
Jack had a feeling he was going to enjoy his time here in Stilwater.
Alright I got some things to say here, for one I'm not sure how I'm going to handle the N-word in this story as It's said thousands of times in Saints Row and I'm a white guy. I'm sure most of you can see the problem here, I'll likely tough through it but I kinda want others opinions on it due to me being a little bit of a bitch with that word. Besides that problem what do you all think? I'm hoping I can have a chapter every week as this story was pretty easy to write since I know GTA Online and SR pretty well but also because Playa & the Online Character are basically OCs that you can do whatever the fuck you want with.
Another thing is Jack's Interaction Menu. I felt like giving the GTA Online Character a leg up as lets be honest, if we didn't have the ability to respawn the character would have died long before the first Heist Update.
Thank you for reading.
Chapter Two: The 3rd Street Saints
This story is stupidly easy to write for. I hadn't thought about it too much but I think the reason I take a month with The Fallen is because I have to make sure Shirou is written consistently as if I don't I'll be doing the character a disservice and I understand the frustration of reading a character who acts nothing like the one originally depicted. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter.
-OtherwiseR00K
"Just pull in here."
Jack pulled off the road and into the parking lot at the directions of Thomas. He looked up at the sign which dipicted a woman with freckles dotting her cheeks and red hair put in pigtails wearing nothing but lingerie. It looked like it could be found in the corporate wars between Up&Atom, Burgershot, and Cluckin' Bell.
"Huh, nice image." Jack commented on the sight before pulling into a spot and parking near the entrance. The two got out with Jack following Thomas, letting the native of Stilwater dictate what happens here and handing him some cash. While they walked up to the line at the front Jack's body went on autopilot while his mind tried to tie threads together.
As Jack was driving to Freckle Bitches he saw a lot of things that seemed off. There weren't any advertisements for series he recognized nor were there any store brands that he recognized. Freckle Bitches was someting he'd never heard of and when he commented on that on the way here Thomas had given him a strange look. That meant Freckle Bitches was a resturant chain that went across the states or at least some of them. That meant Jack would have heard about it in passing at least but no.
He'd never heard of Freckle Bitches.
Then there was the phone issue and something else that came to him while looking around at Stilwater as he drove to the resturant. The phones were older models but none that Jack recognized or had even heard of. That brought him back to his own phone situation. He couldn't call Lester and if he couldn't get Lester to connect he wouldn't be able to contact anyone else.
It was like he was in another world.
Jack admittedly stared into space at that thought and was only brought out of it when a bag was shoved into his chest. Jack looked down at the food bag with the risque picture plastered on front with the words enjoy bubbled around her. He looked up to see Thomas staring at him in confusion, "Dude, you good?" Thomas asked.
"Oh, yeah, just thought of something that made me blank out ya'know?" Jack replied, taking hold of the bag. Jack then noticed the drink carrier on the other hand and saw two large chocolate shakes.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I got you the same thing I got: breaded chicken sandwich, medium fries, and a signature Freckle Bitches choclate shake." Thomas said before walking over to a booth with Jack following behind.
The two sat down and Jack took out his food and unwrapped it. It had been a while since he'd eaten food just to eat food. Usually he ate it while in a firefight to heal himself from gunshots. The best food to use were snacks from those stores around the state as they were small and could be eaten quickly without being noticed and the wrapper shoved into his jacket pocket to be dealt with later.
Now he was unwrapping a sandwich with no intention of shoving the wrapping into jacket pocket. Once unwrapped Jack took a bite and simply enjoyed it while Thomas was wolfing shit down like he had places to be, "So you gonna head over to the church?" Thomas asked inbetween his bites.
Jack brought up a finger and swallowed, "Yeah, I'm just gonna eat first." Jack answered before shoving a pinched finger full of fries into his mouth.
"We may not have the time dude." Thomas said before slurping down half of the shake in one go, "I'm pretty sure Julius meant for us to be there soon."
Jack hummed before swallowing another chunk of the sandwich, "Then how about you drive." Jack said, reaching into his pocket to give the illusion of reaching for his keys when he was just hiding his hand while mentally going through his Interaction Menu.
"Wait what?" Thomas was befuddled before he quickly grabbed the keys that were just tossed at him.
"Yeah, I'll eat." Jack pointed back at himself with his thumb while finally scarfing down the last bit of the sandwich, "And you can drive."
Thomas stared down at the keys before shrugging and standing up, "Fine, so we goin'?"
Jack balled up the wrapper and chucked it at the trashcan, nailing the shot. He stood up, grabbed the bag which had his fried, and grabbed his shake which he took a small sip from, "Yeah lets go."
Jack followed Thomas out of the resturant while taking the occasional sip from the shake as Thomas pressed the unlock button on the fob and the Dukes audibly unlocked. Jack jumped into the passenger seat while Thomas got into the driver's seat. Soon the Dukes pulled out of Freckle Bitches and toward the Row.
Jack watched as buildings passed by the window and once again he saw brands he didn't recognize. It made him return to a previous thought in his head. Was he even on his Earth? Aliens existed so would it be so strange that alternate worlds did along with it. It was a thought that he pondered on while eating the fries from his bag.
Eventually the taller buildings were replaced by the dillapitated and poorly maintained buildings that made up Saints Row. It seemed like this was the slum area of the city, where those that were struggling finacially went. Or you were just unlucky to be born here, not like Jack had any room to talk.
Either way Thomas turned the car onto a street and an old church came into view. It was pretty shitty looking as it had oibviosuly been abandoned and vandalized numerous times. It was rather small, similar to that church in Blaine County but maybe a little bigger. It was made from brick and mortar with a small graveyard out on the side. It was in that graveyard that Jack noticed a congregation of people wearing purple.
The Dukes came to a stop nearby a few purple colored cars and Thomas switched the engine off. Jack swallowed the last of his fries and left the bag on the dash as he stepped out with the halfway done shake. He'd only taken sips from the frozen treat and still needed to finish it off.
Thomas got out from the driver's seat and stared at Jack as he continued sipping from the shake. He shook his head and walked toward the church followed closely by Jack. The two walked through the gap between the stone barrier that encompassed the entire church and toward the group that somehow hadn't noticed them.
"Every muthafucka here knows what we need to do." Julius states, strolling out of the church and next to Troy at the edge of the steps to the church. "Those bitches be riding around thinkin' they own these streets. I don't care what kind of flag they flyin': Rollerz, Carnales, Vice Kings. No one is making this man afraid to walk the Row. We 'bout to lock this shit down right now!"
The Saints all cheered at their leader's speech. It made Jack want to clap as well but he was still working on that shake from Freckle Bitches so he settled for a nod while Thomas just listened. One of the guys in front cheered a little louder than the others.
"Fuck yeah!" A guy with a frosted tips hair style, asian features, and a pair of glasses spoke before turning and spotting the two strangers in the crowd, "Yo, who the fuck are these guys?"
The crowd turns to see Thomas and Jack standing there, looking utterly out of place. Thomas' raggy black shirt, baggy pants, and boots signalling him as someone on the poor side while Jack's black refined glasses, red sports coat, untucked white shirt, skinny jeans, and red shoes gave him a more upper crust vibe.
Jack idly waved as he slurped more of the shake, it was clear he wasn't uncomftorble in any way. While Thomas just looked around at the crowd clenching and unclenching his fists, seemingly ready for a fight. The two couldn't be any different in their mannersims.
"I invited them here." Julius said, getting the gang's attention, "I'm hoping they'll ride with us."
"Julius, if they want to run with the Saints they gotta be canonized." The guy with frosted tips explained.
Jack raised an eyebrow at that. 'Canonized'? Did he mean Jumping In? It was something a few of the gangs of LC and LS did. Basically the newest recruit was blooded by either a robbery or simply proving themself before getting into the gang or by Jumping In which was when a gang allowed a few members to fight the recruit to test them.
Jack had gone through it when he joined the Lost Motorcycle Club back in Liberty City. He remembered having gotten his shit kicked in but he was left standing which impressed the President of the Chapter at the time. Of course his time in the Lost MC was pretty short but it was his only real experience in the topic. He didn't join any gangs in Los Santos, well besides the Fooliganz but he was blooded by fighting off the Lost MC Chapter in Blaine County beside the group.
That was a fun series of events.
As Jack was reminising on his time with the Fooliganz, Troy stepped up beside Julius, "He's right, Julius. We all had to do it." Troy said, crossing his arms and looking down at the two recruits.
"I know. Since there's two though I'm gonna have them go one after the other instead of all at once. So that way we can see where both stand on their own." Julius says, he then turns to Thomas, "Playa! You're up first."
Thomas walked up and rolled his shoulders, fully aware of the people stepping up and cracking their knuckles. Thomas squared his shoulders and got into a faux boxing stance. The first blow went to Thomas who blocked a punch from one of the Saints and then delivered a puch across their jaw causing the guy to stumble back.
Thomas barely dodged as a woman attempted to punch him but he was off balance and a follow up from the girl caught him in shoulder. He returned the favor by ramming his elbow into her gut and then used the back of his forearm to strike her across her the face. The girl stumbled back and caught herself on the tree in the middle of the graveyard.
Thomas was again punched by a bigger dude who looked like he ate at Freckle Bitches as a job. That didn't stop him from being a devestating force as the first puch was directly across Thomas' jaw which sent the recruit spinning. The big guy wasn't done however and walked up to the dazed Thomas and grabbed him by the shirt.
The big guy picked Thomas up, which snapped Thomas out of his daze. Thomas sent a puch directly into the big guy's nose which made him drop Thomas, who then slugged the large guy across the face. This caused the bigger guy to yell and grab his face but allowed Thomas to come in low and grab the guy's leg.
The two fell to the ground with Thomas punching the guy twice before someone else came in and kicked Thomas off him. The woman that Thomas had previosuly bitch smacked came back and stomped on his chest. The force causing the wind to be knocked out of Thomas, though that didn't stop the other Saints from ganging up on him.
Thomas was kicked and punched while he was down and trying to breathe. Eventually Julius walked down, "That's enough!" he shouted. Immediatly the beating stopped and Thomas was able to get his breath back. He got to his knees before a hand appeared in his sight, he grabbed it and was pulled up by Troy.
"Hey, up on your feet." Troy said, patting Thomas' shoulder, "We all went through that."
The guy with frosted tips got Thomas' attention, "Blood in, blood out."
Julius walked up to Thomas and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder, "Weclome to the Saints, and I just realized I never asked for your name." Julius said, giving Thomas the chance to introduce himself to the gang.
"Thomas, Thomas Hale." Thomas said, wincing at the bruises that now littered his body.
"Well Thomas," The big guy who had gotten tackled to the ground walked, followed by the woman and others that fought, "You got one hell of a right hook, definetly not Johnny's level, but its good."
"Thats a pretty big compliment, dude." Troy said, "Johnny's knocked all of these people on their ass. Including me."
The guy with frosted tips chuckled, "Oh yeah I did." Johnny smirked.
"Alright, we can welcome the new blood later. Now we gotta test the other one." Julius said, making everyone's gaze turn toward Jack. Who had just slurped up the last of the chocolate shake and was wipeing his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You ready for this?" Julius asked. Jack simply tossed the empty cup behind him and cracked his neck.
Jack shrugged his arms, "Yeah, sure. It could be fun."
"Oh, your a cocky fucker aren't you?" A girl clad in purple spoke. A small group of more fresh Saints walked up from the crowd.
"I've been called that before, get some original material." Jack said before ducking a sudden jab from the woman. Jack swerved to the side and cocked his fist back before unleashing it on the girl's side and hard. The woman yelled but Jack grabbed her by the collar and headbutted her nose which made a sick crack.
Jack then pulled his head back and quickly spun around throwing the girl into the group of people volenteered to introduce him to the Saints. The girl slammed into the guy at the front of the group who caught her reflectivly. Then Jack came in and punched him in the teeth, causing the guy to drop the girl on the ground.
A guy wearing a purple bowling shirt attempted to take a shot at Jack but a quick kick to the knee stopped that. Jack then punched the guy he'd just made in need of dental care before turning around and slapping a guy so hard he went down to the ground. Jack then turned and punched the man who's future was a dentist's office again.
He grabbed the man's shirt collar and threw him to the side which caused him to fall to the ground. Jack then struck out with his elbow and nailed a guy who tried sneaking up on him, it was the bowling shirt guy. Jack then kicked him in the stomach and swept the guy's legs from under him.
Jack then stomped down on the guy's chest before turning toward the last guy. A stick of a person who was just staring at him with wide eyes. Jack looked at him with an eyebrow raised and his glasses angled down as if asking 'The fuck you waiting for?'. Seemed the stick was smart as he immediately backed up and raised his hands in surrender.
"Man, fuck that! I ain't going up against Johnny Gat: White Guy Edition." The stick said to the jeers of the Saints around him. Jack nodded and then popped his fingers.
"Nice job." Troy said, walking up to Jack, "You earned your colors today."
"That's some impressive shit." A black man wearing a jean jacket with a white collar, a purple shirt underneath with the collar buttoned up and a chain in the collar, and a purple visor hat that was worn sideways, "The only other Saint who kicked ass like that was Johnny."
Johnny leaned over and huffed, "Took me half the time."
"Is that right?" Jack asked, "That the reason I was referred to as 'White guy Edition'?"
"Eh, pretty much." Johnny answered. "What's your name, dude?"
"Jack Hopkins." Jack replied to the nod of Johnny.
"Alright, let's get to business." Julius said, getting the attention back on him while Jack made his way over to Thomas, "If we're serious about takin' back the Row, we gotta let those muthafuckas know what time it is. Break it down, and it's all about respect."
Jack nodded at those words. Respect got people a lot of places back in LS. It was respect that got Jack in contact with Lester. It was respect that got Lester to take a real chance on Jack and help him with his first real score. It was respect that made SecuroServ call him to run their more illicit affairs before he took the company over. It was respect that made Lester call him in when the world was being threatened by the asshole who hired Lester and his AI. It was respect that allowed Jack to listen to a world premier while driving Dr. Dre to his private chopper.
The point was that respect got you places almost as well as connections.
"Get enough of it, they're gonna back off, and we're gonna move right on in." Julius continued, "We got some friends in town that could use some help. Give em' a hand. 'Course, you can always drop any muthafucka flying the wrong flag. So long as word gets out that the Saints is on the Row, I don't give a fuck what you do. You feel me?"
A loud cheer rang through the yard and Julius nodded, "Now, do me a favor and get to work." The leader of the Saints turned and walked back into the church, Johnny and the guy wearing the visor hat followed. Troy on the other hand stayed while the other Saints began to disperse to their cars or just walked away.
That just left Jack, Thomas, and Troy in the graveyard. Troy walked up to them and began to talk, "Alright, I'm only guessing but I assume you don't have yourself a piece yet?" Troy's question was aimed at Thomas as Troy remembered that Jack was definitely packing.
"Yeah, never had the money to buy one." Thomas admitted.
"Really? Well, let's go get you one. Not exactly equipped for the streets without one." Troy said. He turned to Jack who was watching the conversation, "You want to come with us? It's just across the street from here."
Jack turned around and looked past the brick wall and down the road before looking back at Troy, "Sure, I'm new in Stilwater. May as well learn where I can get my hands on some weaponry."
"You just move here?" Troy asked.
"Yeah, I decided to take a little break from home. Stilwater's just where I wound up." Jack answered, lying out of his teeth as if he were just breathing. He wasn't even sure if he could get home at this point. He may as well set some roots down in Stilwater.
"Really? Well I'm not sure why you chose this place, but I guess we're lucky to have you." Troy said, "Anyway, come one may as well show you in." Troy began walking away with Thomas and Jack in tow. All the while Jack was wondering how this entire venture with the Saints would go and if it would be anything like the Fooliganz.
Not much happens, the Canonizing and some internal shit from Jack on the situation. Oh I've also pussied out on using the 'N' word in this story as I just don't want to risk any issues that could rise from that. In the canonizing I figured that depicting Thomas/Playa as good but not where he eventually gets in Saints Row 2 was the best option so I had him kick ass but get his ass kicked when surrounded. Now Jack is different, since he's been in LS for 11 years and has occasionally worked for the IAA and others we all know he can dish some shit out even in melee.
Also I'm going to be referencing certain gameplay elements but not just giving out what they are. Just a little reference hunt for those who play either game.
Chapter Three: Clearing Mission Beach
Man these chapters are just pumping from my brain. It's like I've got a knack for turning off my brain and just following the story of Saints Row with the spin of the GTA Online Protagonist being thrown into the mix. I think the most interesting part is the disconnect Jack has, he isn't very affected by things and since he has the Interaction Menu (GTA Version of the Gamer Menu) he's basically superhuman though he hasn't truly shown that off to the Saints.
-OtherwiseR00K
Friendly Fire was a brick and mortar building on the corner of 3rd Street. Its windows were covered by camo sheets and ironbars. It was certainly more personal than Ammu-nation had ever been even if Jack would never say that due to his good relationship with the San Andreas gun store. It would've been bad for business as the guys who ran the store were very prideful about their stores.
Anyway, the store seemed run down from the outside but what really mattered was the service and selection. That was what Jack was looking forward to as Troy walked inside followed by Thomas and Jack. The door rang and the guy behind the counter welcomed them, "Welcome to Friendly Fire! Where all your gang related problems have their solution." The guy said.
"Hey, Phil." Troy greeted, walking up to the counter and giving the owner a fist bump.
"Yo, Troy, how's it going?" Phil greeted before noticing the two behind him, "And who are these two? Don't think I've seen them around the Row."
"These are new recruits. We're here to get him," Troy gestured to Thomas, "His first piece."
"Ah, the first. It's always a special occasion." Phil ducked down and opened up the cabinet on his side. He grabbed a black handgun and placed it on the table, "Well then I believe the Vice 9 should suffice for a good cherry popper."
Thomas walked up and grabbed the weapon, he took a look at it and slid back the slide to check the chamber. Phil nodded in approval, "Seems you know a thing or two."
"A little bit. Most of my knowledge comes from action movies." Thomas admitted as he slid out the empty magazine.
"Well, they do have to know a thing or two about how guns work before they shoot scenes." Phil says before a slight frown comes over his face, "Though I ain't happy with how movie magic makes it seem so easy."
"I hear you there." Jack said, entering the conversation. Phil looked over at Jack with an interested eye.
"You know your way around firearms?"
"I like to think I do." Jack said.
"Hmm, well I suppose if you survive the next few weeks you just might be right." Phil responded before grabbing a box of ammo, "I'll let you have it for free, consider it a gift for joining the Saints, but the ammo you will have to pay for."
"That's no issue, how much is two clips?" Thomas asked, earring a groan from the store owner and an annoyed look from Troy while Jack just looked amused, "What? What'd I say?"
"Do not call a magazine a clip." Phil began, his tone clipped and cold as he emphasized his point by grabbing a magazine from the cabinet and shook it at Thomas, " These are not clips and I do not sell clips. These are mags. There fucking mags you absolute idiot! Do not call these clips! Do you understand me!?"
"Jesus, yes I understand! Now can you tell me how much two magazines are!?" Thomas replied.
"100 dollars for two magazines, each one holds about 12 rounds. Do with that as you will." Phil said calmly, his previous tone just gone.
"Christ." Thomas dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet before handing the amount needed to Phil. He counted it before putting it into the register.
"Thank you for shopping at Friendly Fire." Phil said before grabbing a rag and wiping a knife. Thomas walked away while loading a fresh magazine into the gun and stuffing the other one in his pocket. He checked the safety before stuffing the gun into his waistline.
"You checked the safety on that right?" Jack asked as Thomas walked past, "It'd be annoying if you got your dick blown off while in my car."
"I know how to work a safety. I'm not that stupid." Thomas grumbled as he walked over to Troy.
Jack glanced over at the two before walking up to the counter, "Hey, you got any, uh, physical catalogs on what you got do you?" Jack asked. Phil looked up from his cleaning and furrowed his brows.
"I do, actually. Not many people want them though so I put them in a stack in the back."
"Can I buy one?"
"Shit, you can just take one." Phil gestured to the open doorway leading to the back, "Nobody's bought one and I can't be bothered to figure out a price for em'."
"Alright, where are they?" Jack asked as he walked toward the doorway.
Phil went back to his cleaning of the knife but still answered, "The first shelf you see when you walk in. Should be a stack of them right there."
"Yeah, I see them!" Jack called back before walking back through the doorway holding a magazine with Friendly Fire's logo stamped on the front. Jack had wanted it to try and compare his own weaponry to the stores. Maybe even confirm a thing or two he'd been thinking about.
Jack flipped it open and began reading as he followed Thomas out the door that Troy was holding open. Before he left though, Troy turned back to Phil, "Hey, just a heads up but you're likely gonna see more business flow through here with the Saints." Troy explained.
"Really? Well thanks for the heads up I'll make sure to get a bulk order in." Phil thanked before waving Troy off. Troy nodded and closed the door behind him and jogged after Thomas and Jack who were halfway back to the Dukes.
"So, whatta you guys say about going out and cleaning up the Row?" Troy asked as he caught up.
"I'm down." Jack immediately answered as he leaned against his car while still reading the magazine.
"Sure, may as well get used to this thing." Thomas said, casually pulling the Vice 9 from his waistline. Troy nodded and then looked at Jack.
"So, my original idea was for all of us to handle this." Troy began, "But since Jack's car can only really fit two people-"
"If you were willing to get in the back it could fit you." Jack interrupted, his eyes still down at the book.
"I'm sure it could, but its not exactly the best spot for a drive by. So instead I'm thinking you two can do this on your own, prove yourselves capable." Jack finally looks up at Troy.
"Sure I can look after Thomas."
"Hey! I'm not some fucking kid you need to babysit." Thomas said indignantly.
"Yeah, you're just new to this. I have a general grasp on what to do and I'm positive that while you've seen a few on TV I think the only drive by you've experienced was that failed one earlier." Jack retorted.
Thomas just stared before sighing, "Yeah, fine, whatever."
"Alright, so you gonna tell us what we gotta do?" Jack asked Troy.
"Yeah, there are some Vice Kings walking around the Row. If we want to clean up the rest of the Row we have to enforce our position in Mission Beach so deal with these 'scouts' and it'll send a message to the lieutenant in charge of the Vice Kings of the district.." Troy explained.
"Hm, I see. So deal with the VKs walking around the neighborhood and it tells the their bosses we aren't to be fucked with. It's certainly a message that'll get through." Jack says, remembering the few times the Ballas or Vagos attempted to come after him. The best way to handle shit like that is to make it more costly to come after you.
"Yeah, anyway if the heat becomes too much for you to handle, there's a drive through near Freckle Bitchs called Forgive and Forget. If you pay the guy there he'll clear you of any wrongdoing."
"How the hell does that work?" Thomas questioned.
"Its best you don't question it. The guys in charge of those stations are some hardy fucks, plus their connections go deep. Its best not to think about it and just make use of their services. Everyone in Stilwater knows about them and just driving into the place will cause them to give up." Troy said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Got it." Jack said, mentally noting the place in his mind, "So you wanna get started Tom?"
Thomas turned back toward Jack and then to Troy, "Do you know where they'll be specifically?"
"Just drive around. Mission Beach isn't too large, just look for anyone wearing yellow and in a small group. That'll be them." Troy says, "Anyway, good luck, I'm jonesing for a funbag at Freckle Bitches. Just meet me there when your done."
With that Troy turned and walked away. The two recruits watched as he went until he turned a corner and they lost sight of him. Jack flipped the Friendly Fire magazine shut and opened the driver's side door, "Well let's get started, Tom." Jack said while getting into the car.
Thomas followed suit, but made sure his gun was out of his waistband and ready. Jack turned the key and the Dukes engine rumbled to life. He backed up out of the parking spot before switching gears to drive. Then the duo were on their way.
It didn't take that long to find a group of Vice Kings, walking around like they were the top species in the area. Then again, in the eyes of everyone in Stilwater they may actually have been. Though their illusion of invincibility would be torn down soon enough.
Jack and Thomas watched from the car, "Alright I see two ways of doing this." Jack started, "The quick way or the safer way." Either were fine with Jack, though his usual style was running and gunning until they were all dead. Jack couldn't do that though as he wanted to make sure Thomas didn't get killed on the first day of joining a gang. That would be utterly embarrassing.
"What's the quick way?" Thomas asked.
"The quick way is a classic drive by shooting. Its quick and we'll be on our way afterward. The problem is that it'll be easier to miss and I'm not too sure if you're ready for that. Plus it's a bit of a pussy move when done by smaller gangs and it might give the image of the Saints being weak."
"They wouldn't know we were Saints though. Nothing about us is purple." Thomas pointed out.
"True. Though my other points still stand."
"Alright, what's the safe way?"
"We stay parked across the street and use the car as cover while we fill them with lead." Jack explained easily.
"What about your car? Wouldn't it get damaged by that?" Thomas asked. It was a good question in any other scenario.
"Nah, this cars been modified. Armor plates were installed in specific spots of the car so the worst thing that happens is a scuffed paint job."
"Armored plates?" Thomas asked incredulously, "How much did that cost?"
"Doesn't matter. What does, is the way you wanna handle this." Jack stated. His head turned toward Thomas, awaiting his answer. Thomas was quiet a moment, his mind going through the options and his capabilities.
Finally after about a minute of silence Thomas looked at Jack, "The safe way."
"Alright, get out and stay behind the car." Jack leaned over and opened the glove box, after a show of searching he pulled out the Heavy Revolver MK2 from both the glove box and his Weapon Wheel. There were no attachments on it as Jack didn't really use this specific revolver and typically went for the Navy Revolver. Though he decided against it due to the nature of the revolver and its previous owners scribbling.
"Alright, I'll start things off." Jack said while Thomas was already out the door, "You just stick behind the car and wait till their shooting at me. Then give them hell." Thomas nodded and then closed the door, getting into position.
Jack casually opened the door and stepped out. The revolver in his hand glinting in the late afternoon sun. He took a few steps over to the hood of the car and and then turned toward the Vice Kings who were talking to a hooker. Jack pulled back the hammer of the revolver and took aim, "Hey, VK jackasses!" Jack yelled out, causing the group to turn, "3rd Street says hello!"
A loud bang cracked through the air as one of the VKs fell back with a large hole in his skull. The hooker and the civillians around screamed and ran while the VKs shook themselves from the shock of seeing one of their members go down. Jack immediately rolled over the hood of the Dukes and got into cover as bullets began flying.
Jack made a pointed look toward Thomas who was staring at Jack. Thomas nodded and then stepped back slightly before popping up and firing off three shots from his Vice 9 before ducking again due to the bullets now flying toward him.
Jack peeked over his cover to see that Thomas was able to get off a headshot and had hit another in the shoulder. He rose his eyebrows in surprise at the headshot but decided to think less and just shoot. Jack popped out of cover and fired two times. One bullet finished off the guy shot in the shoulder and the other killed the last VK.
Thomas popped out again and stared out at the scene, "I…thought that would take longer." He admitted.
"Yeah, well real shootouts don't typically last more than a minute. If it does than its because your dealing with a near endless drove of cops or a security service." Jack said while looking over the damage to the car, "And hey they missed the windows so that's nice."
Thomas walked over to glance at the damage as well. Bullets riddled the doors and one even chipped the roof of the car near the back where Thomas had hunkered down. Thomas watched as Jack went around to the bullet holes and put his hand to them. Most weren't even an inch deep but there was one that still had a bullet stuck in.
Jack casually swiped at the bullet, dislodging it from the car and clattering to the road. Jack then opened the door, "Get in, let's go see if there are any more VKs left in the neighborhood." Jack's words reminded Thomas that there might be more so he quickly jumped in and checked his current magazine. Hoping he would have enough for more shootouts.
Troy's teeth chomped down on a double patty burger. He'd been hungry all day but Julius had wanted him around for the meeting and then there was the shootout this morning. Overall it'd been an eventful day as the second in command of the Saints.
Troy's mind then went to those new recruits that Julius had scouted. Of course Troy wished Julius hadn't but then again if his plan of clearing Stilwater of the gangs was gonna come true Troy would have to accept that the Saints were gonna get more powerful. So it was strange that one part of him was hoping the two would survive.
Troy was interupted from his musings by the jingle of the doorbell to Freckle Bitches. He quickly glanced up and was admittedly surprised to see both recruits walk in. Jack Hopkins and Thomas Hale; he'd have to look them up when he had the chance or at least have one of his buddies look into them.
Troy raised his hand up to get their attention. They noticed him and so he waved them over to get what happened out of the two. As they approached Troy noticed that while Jack looked just the same as ever, Thomas had a bandage wrapped around his bicep.
"What happened?" Troy asked as the two sat down across from him.
"Bullet grazed his arm." Jack said, "We got to the second group of Vice Kings and one of them had an SMG. He didn't get down in time."
"It just nicked me. I was still able to shoot the bastards." Thomas said, defending himself.
"I'm not saying you weren't. Good job by the way, it honsetly seemed like you've had practice with a gun before. Are you sure this is your first time using one?"
"Yeah. I always had good aim, I used to nail the rats around Stilwater University with a slingshot. Plus I dominated dart competions at the bar near there."
"Hmm, I'll have to challenge you to a game of darts some time."
"Alright, enough." Troy said, the conversation had strayed from the original topic. "How did it go?"
"They're dead." Jack bluntly replied, "I drove around the whole neighborhood and we dealt with the VKs we saw. We only found four groups."
Troy nodded, that was good, "Alright, good job. Here." Troy dug into his pocket and slid an envelope across the table. Thomas was the one to grab it and open it, "There's at least a grand in there, make sure to split it. Use it to get yourself a jacket, purple would be a good color."
"Not really strapped for cash, Thomas can have it." Jack said, making Thomas look at him in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yeah, you seem like you need it more than I do." Jack gestured to what he was wearing. A dirty black shirt, loose pants, and some mud covered shoes. Troy also noticed a generally tired aura around the kid.
"Hey, take the night off alright. It won't be good if you collapse during a shootout." Troy said, giving both of them a look.
"I can drop him off, but I'm not done just yet." Jack replied, scooting out of the booth.
Troy shrugged. If Jack wasn't going to listen than that really wasn't Troy's fault. Than again Jack looked practically the same as a few hours prior. Not even a hint of exhaustion was shown from his figure. Troy watched as Jack and Thomas left the restaurant.
Troy really needed to figure out who the hell Jack Hopkins was.
Troy is an undercover cop and I can't forget that. It likely won't come up often in the story unless I need someone to be extremely wary of the guy with no actual background in Stilwater or even on the planet. Besides that Thomas is showing promise, that rhymed, and Jack is getting to work. I also just wanted to say that Jack's still rich as hell as his money is stored in the Menu itself instead of Maze Bank. Next chapter we get to see Jack on his own for a bit.
-OtherwiseR00K
Chapter Four: Jack's Adventures in Pimps & Hoes
I'm pumping 'em out and this is the stupidest one I've made so far. A little before I wrote this AN I nearly got into my mindset for The Fallen, like this story was supposed to be my magnum opus. No, this story was just meant to be a throw away idea and is being steamrolled forward until the month is over and it continuing depends on if I get any reviews or people actually interested in the story. If not I'll just put it on Catalog of a Fanfiction Author, if it does then I'll finish the story.
-OtherwiseR00K
"This is it." Thomas said as Jack turned on his loft's street. Jack turned into a driveway that was connected to a shitty looking building. Jack doubted this place was a very quiet place to sleep due to the construction site next door, "And hey. Get some rest as well dude." Thomas said, departing from the car.
Jack simply nodded and watched as Thomas opened his front door and walked in. After the door shut Jack stayed where he was, he grabbed the Friendly Fire magazine and began looking through it. He wanted to compare the weapons here to his own and the first thing he noticed were the different names.
In Los Santos and Liberty City, certain models of guns were just named after the type and general feature. A shotgun that was automatic? Assault Shotgun. A smaller SMG? Micro or Mini SMG. His point was the names were more diverse.
The pistol Thomas had gotten was Vice 9 and the pistol Troy used was an NR4. Both guns were good but the NR4 had a lower firing rate but less recoil allowing for better shots. The Vice 9 didn't have a low firing rate and had a recoil but an experienced hand could tame it easily enough.
As he went to turn the page though his phone went off. It was an unknown contact so Jack pressed the answer button and put it to his ear, "Hello?"
"This is Jack, right?" Julius' voice came through.
"Julius? How'd you get my number?" Jack questioned, confused on how his new boss had gotten a hold of his cellphone number.
"I called Thomas just a bit ago. He gave me the number." Jack had forgotten he'd given Thomas his number. It had been on the way to meet Troy when Thomas had asked for Jack's number.
"Alright, so what can I do for you?" Jack asked.
"Well, we need to lock down our rep in the Row. If we want to keep our slice of territory we need to have connections to the people who run operations here. I know a pimp, goes by Will, he could use some help with his buisness." Julius explained.
"A pimp?" Jack said, surprised. Jack hadn't gone into the prostitution buisness himself due to multiple reasons. One, was he just didn't really care for sex anymore. Two, it wasn't very profitable in LS because of certain characters that made it a headache to work in the business. Three, it was generally legal and as such required regular inspections. The Vanilla Unicorn was always heavily scrutinized to check for foul play or abuse of the girls. Three, no one had called him for the opritunity.
"Yeah, just go help him out. He's in Harrowgate, near the docks of the Row." Julius says before hanging up. Jack hummed before turning the key and speeding off toward the docks. It shouldn't be tood hard to find a pimp working with the Saints. Purple tended to stand out.
It was almost half an hour later when Jack finally spotted what looked to be a purple pimp. He was a black man wearing a bright purple sports coat, purple pants, and slicked black shoes. The man was standing around and noticed he was holding a gold grail and taking a sip out of it. That had to be Will.
Jack pulled in and saw that Will had noticed him as well. Even though it was dark, Jack could've sworn he saw the pimps eyes light up. It seemed Julius had called him about sending Jack over to help. Jack turned off the engine and stepped out.
"What's goin' on, bro?" Will greeted as he walked toward the criminal with his hand out.
"Nothing much. I'm assuming your Will." Jack recriprcated and shook the purple pimp's hand.
"Yeah, Julius called and said you might be stopin' by." Will then got closer as if to say something shifty, "So what exactly did Julius say about me?"
"Just said you were a pimp that needed help." Jack said, not entirly sure why Will was asking.
"Ah, so he's calling me a pimp already? That's good, means I got his confidence."
"Wait, are you not a pimp?"
"Oh, no I am. Well…look brother I gotta be honest. I'm trying to get a business started here, but right now the only ho I got is so fugly blind muthafuckers turn her down." Will then gestured to an obese woman in lingerie nearby who flipped him off before walking off. Will simply waved her off and then turned back to Jack, "Now I need some of them fine bitches, ya'know?"
"I know there are some people who see people like Peggy as hot." Jack commented.
"Yeah, well I don't have time for more personal preferences. I need some guaranteed business."
"Yeah I get what you mean. Some knockout chick who just glancing at a man makes them weak and their wallets sing."
"Yeah! You get it. Anyway, I need some of those hoes, but the only ones around are doing tricks for the Rollerz pimps." Will said, frustration written all over his face.
"So, what? You want me to snatch them while they're doing their routes?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. I got in contact with a girl on the inside and she explained that the Rollerz don't really care about the hoes in Saints Row as they're more into the car bizz and the Row is a little far from their main territory. If you were to take out the pimps and the Rollerz guarding em' and bring em' here. I'd be able to get some bizz started and get the Saints some cash flow while spreading word that the Saints are the real deal." Will explained.
"I can see why Julius wanted me to help you." Jack commented. Money was ultimately the only true way the Saints could take back the Row and make themselves a gang the ones in Stilwater should fear. Manpower could only be sourced via money. Weaponry could only be sourced by money. Money makes the world go round and the criminal world do flips and tricks.
A reputation would also get the Saints places but ultimately money was needed.
"Do you know where these girls are?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, they're just around the corner from here." Will said.
Jack glanced back at the Dukes. It was only a two seater and to comfortably fit more people in the muscle car he'd need to fold the seats to let them in the back. It was too slow, he'd have to call in something else.
"Alright, I'll make sure to bring those girls back." Jack said, turning around and walking toward the Dukes.
"Thanks, man!" Will yelled as Jack got in the car and pulled away. Once he was out of sight of Will, he turned into an alleyway. Jack had to switch his car out for a more fitting vehicle. He wasn't sure how many girls would be waiting so he had to be safe instead of sorry.
Jack hopped out of the Dukes and opened his menu. He scrolled down to vehicles and began searching for a specific one. Finally he found it and pressed on the name of it. The Imponte Dukes suddenly disappeared and in its place was a Rumpo Custom. If more than three were at the scene he'd just tell them to get in the back.
Jack hopped into the off-road van and started it up. The lights flashed on and Jack was soon driving down the road toward his destination. As he approached Jack began looking out at the streets, searching for a group of scantily clad women and some blue clad individuals.
Finally he came across what looked to be a lone pimp and two girls. The girls looked around with their postures alluring while the pimp leaned up against a building, looking up and down the street. Jack turned off and parked just across the street from them and hopped out.
Jack then casually walked across the street. One of the girls spotted him just before the pimp did, who smirked at a possible catch. The girl sauntered up to Jack, "Hey, honey, you interested in a good time?" She said, having likely said it hundreds of times before.
"Maybe, though I got a bit of a question if you don't mind answering." Jack instead said.
"Well I might just have an answer for you, honey." The woman of the night purred.
"You know a guy named Will?" At the question the girl's eyes widened, a knowing look descending on her features.
"Yeah, I know him." She glanced back at her pimp who was still watching befor looking back at Jack, "Madam spoke about him. I guess you work with him?"
"As of today. You want me to take you and her to him?"
At that the girl rolled her eyes and cocked her hip, placing a hand on it, "What do you think? Just deal with him already so we can go." The girl gestured to the pimp.
Jack simply stepped around the girl, made a point to put his hand into his coat, and pulled out his MK1 Pistol. The silencer was already attached and Jack simply aimed and pulled the trigger. The pimp was dead soon afterward.
"That do?" Jack asked, gesturing to the corpse. The girl glanced back at the body and then to Jack.
"Yeah, that works." The girl then turned toward the other girl to tell her to get in the van but the girl was already walking toward the Rumpo, "Never mind." The girl who almost spoke mumbled to herself before walking off toward the van.
Jack followed the hookers and watched as they got in before he got in. He started up the Rumpo and drove down the road. It was a quiet drive, neither of the girls really had much to say and Jack preferred being quiet anyway.
The van rumbled around a corner and soon turned into the parking lot he'd met Will at. The Rumpo rolled to a stop and Jack put the vehicle in park, "Alright, this is your stop." Jack said.
"Thank you." The woman next to Jack said before hopping out.
Though before she closed the door Jack called out, "Yo, could you tell Will I'm willing to keep getting more of you gals?" The hooker nodded and then closed the door following after the other girl she had worked the street with.
A few minutes later, Will comes strolling out like he just won a lottery. Will came up to the van and opened the door, he hopped in like a kid hitting their 16th learning that the car their dad just drove in was now theirs.
"Godamn! You've hit the damn lottery, brother!" Will exclaimed. "Them bitches so fine, I bet I could get the dream condo in a week with just them."
"So…you don't want me to get the rest of the girls?"
"Nononono, I promised the head woman I'd get all her girls. This woman was reall finicky about this shit, apparently she's the boss of a stable over in Bavogian Plaza of the Red Light District. She's been having problems due to some dudes from outside town taking her girls and in exchange for getting some of them in a better spot she informed me where some of them were."
"A rival cat house?" Jack was confused, he thought that the sex buisness was really hostile toward rivals.
"Not really a rival. I'm a small fish in a large pond brother, I gotta get what I get, you feel me? And I need connections." Will explained, "This business will die if I don't have people protecting the girls and that's where the Saints come in. Plus I told this woman about the Saints plans of…expanding. She explained that if her stable were to be under the protection of the Saints then she could possibly negotiate a deal with the leader."
Jack hummed, he could see where Will was going. Sometimes a gang would take over an area and with that came the rackets of the place. The gang leader would meet with the people in charge to negotiate or kick them out entirely.
"Alright. So where is the next group?" Jack asked, fully committed to having the rest of the night spent with this up and coming pimp.
Jack's Adventures in the Saints Row activity Snatch but given a slight story.