Stilwater penitentiary, located on a remote island away from Stilwater proper, was a formidable fortress of a prison. The crumbling concrete was old, grey and eroded, mottled by salt water and rain over decades of service. Accessible only by helicopter or boat, the prison squatted atop the promontory it rested upon like a giant predatory insect looming over its prey, waiting as each new prisoner was delivered to it by police patrol boat. Only the tall slender lighthouse seemed to keep the insect at bay. Outside, the island seemed quiet. Only the fewest of guards patrolling the gravel road around the perimeter of the island and the one paved road from harbour to prison.

Inside, behind dozens of gates, behind hundreds of bars, lay a single form. Prostrate. It had not moved, had not stirred for many a year- and finally, after all that time, one finger twitched.

The doors of the hospital ward within the prison swing open with a strong push from the blonde prison guard with the tribal tattoo on his left arm and with his fellow co-worker only two-three cm’s behind but more to the left of the blonde guard. The room was clean and there was only one patient present at this point in time and this person was the person the guards went to see

Guard 1: “How’s the patient?”

Doctor: “Seeing as they’re still breathing after being caught up in a massive explosion… I’d say pretty good.”

The doctor the guards were talking too had short dark hair, blue scrubs with hearts on them and a stethoscope around her neck.

Nurse: “Coming through!”

A nurse in pink scrubs and glasses pushes a table into the ward with a stabbed inmate on it. A young Hispanic man wearing a purple wool hat, an orange jumpsuit and some orange prison trousers which was standard for prisoners. This person revealing who they were a little later on and had his reasons to why he was in here. The nurse who had just spoken to the guards asks what happened.

Doctor: “What happened?”

Nurse: “Shanking…”

Doctor: “Put him over there! Sorry about that.”

The doctor with the two prison guards look over to the inmate who was stabbed but don’t say anything as they get back to the person lying in bed. Once the silent type, one who was in the wrong place at the wrong time yet fate said no your time is not up yet. This was where they met the Saints and from there went on to do odd jobs, take out the other gangs and eventually get blown up but once again fate said it is not your time to die.

Guard 2: “Have they said anything yet?”

Doctor: “Not yet. But I’m about to take the bandages off…”

The nurse begins to take the bandages off, slowly but surely, bit by bit the bandages come off. You would think you would see something from a horror movie under there but no. What you sure was a normal face, fate seemed to have dealt the cards in their favour.

Doctor: “Yes… That looks like it healed nicely.”

The nurse slowly moves out of the way to reveal a young woman lying on the bed, her face somehow clear from bruisers though a scar did run across her left cheek, it went from her left cheek all the way towards the bridge of her nose. She was also wearing a orange jump suit like other prisoners with a white t-shirt under it. Her hair was fashioned in the tribal bob look; somehow she had purple highlights mixed with her pink highlights. Her make was gone, her tattoos and piercings were gone as well. It was like her character model did not exist in the previous game to which no female model actually existed for the main character.

Guard 1: “Be careful doctor, your patient’s dangerous.”

With the blonde guard and doctor moving out of the way, the second guard with a black cap with the word guard on, glasses and some lip facial hair.

Guard 2: “You got anything you wanna say to the judge you better start thinkin’ of it now…”

Guard 1: “You’re wasting your time… Let’s get a hold of Troy.”

The two guards soon leave with the nurse walking over to where the medical supplies and sink was. The one who would be known as boss laid there, nothing being heard from them except the sounds of breathing which was soon interrupted. A purple curtain separating the said Saints member and the Hispanic young man with the purple wool hat.

Male Voice: “Psst! Hey!”

The curtain being moved as the surviving Saint member turned to see the person who had just gotten her attention. Funny thing was this small thing would turn into a conversion which would lead to an escape attempt. Something that should be close to impossible yet possible for the Saint member.

Male: “Is it really you?”

Future Boss: “Do I know you?”

Male: “My brother was in the Saints and he told me all about you… Listen we gotta get you outta here.”

Future Boss: “Well I’m sure if we ask nicely….”

Male: “I know a way out…”

Future Boss: “Yeah? Then why are you still here?”

Male: “I heard you were in here and I wanted to bust you out…”

The Saints member soon rolls over to look back up at the ceiling for a moment, considering the idea of getting out of here. The judge could stick it and so could the two guards as well. Those two jerk off guards could stick it too though these were only clean thoughts, the real naughty and offensive stuff would come later. The young man who still had yet to be identified spoke up once more.

Male: “Getting out of here’s a two man job and no one else will give it a try….”

Future Boss: “You really expect me to trust some guy I don’t even know?”

Male: “Come on, I just got myself shanked so I could get a chance to talk to you. Doesn’t that show I’m loyal?”

Future Boss: “It shows that you’re dumb enough to let yourself get stabbed.”

Male: “I’m trying to help you!”

Future Boss: “You know what I got the last time I trusted someone? Blown the fuck up.”

Male: “You need me.”

Future Boss: “The Hell I do, I got the Saints.”

Male: “Sure you do.”

Future Boss: “What’s that supposed to me?”

Male: “How long do you think you’ve been out?”

Future Boss: “Uh, I dunno man… 2-3 weeks?”

Male: “Look, I know you think you’re a badass but do you even know where you’re at? Without me you’ll be wandering around the prison for hours. Even if you manage to hide from the guards that long, and if you actually figure out how to make it outside these walls you’re just gonna find out that you’re sitting on a goddamn island. And I’m pretty sure you can’ out swim the coast guards.”

Future Boss: “You got a boat stashed here?”

Male: “No, but I know where we’re gonna steal one.”

The Saints member soon looks about for a moment, finally deciding to go with this man who got himself stabbed to meet her.

Future Boss: “Alright, let’s get out of here…”

Somehow the future Saints leader managed to move, her legs somehow did not need therapy to start working again, the crazy logic that Saints Row series followed. She had some cheap ass trainers on as well as her feet soon touched the floor to escape the prison. The doctor to the left unaware her patient was on her feet once more, would this end well for her? The answer was clearly no as the upcoming Saints leader had a few screws loose.

Jennifer, the nurse wearing pink scrubs finished cleaning up. The bandages were disposed of and one simply couldn't tell that their patient had ever been point blank to an explosion. She'd taken care of the woman for years, washing her, feeding her through a tube, massaging muscles... She was proud of their work; "Image as Designed" couldn't have done better! Still, that explosion, Damn that woman was tough. Jennifer found herself wishing she could be so tough. Maybe if she was, if she had a little more backbone she wouldn't be stuck in this dead end job in the middle of nowhere with such frustrating hours.

Gathering up a glass of water, for their patient would likely awaken at any time now, Jennifer placed it on a tray along with a power bar. It wasn't much but until she got a change to head down to the kitchens that was all she had. Besides, the patient probably wouldn't be able to switch back to solid foods all that quickly. Walking softly, she moved towards the curtains that hid the two conspiring prisoners.

Meanwhile, the Doctor still hadn't moved. He was still standing with his back to the curtains, filling out paperwork.

"Two in here," Carlos reminded his new partner needlessly, "Two guards outside. I'll follow your lead boss."

Male: "Two in here,"

Male: "Two guards outside. I'll follow your lead boss."

Four was such a low number for someone of her abilities, did they think a coma would keep her down long enough to make her stay put. The people here in the prison or more so the guards were in for a surprise as the future leader took a step forwards though stopped when she heard someone coming. She wondered who it was, the doctor or the nurse she saw for a brief moment before moving moved by the guards who were on their way to contact Troy, the name that she remembered well. When the person was close enough for the boss to grab them she did and quickly covered their mouth so no scream or word of help could leave those lips.

Future Boss: “Keep quiet and I won’t beat you, if you don’t play along then we can play doctor where I will be the doctor and you will be the sick patient who needs surgery. Also just so you know I don’t have a doctor’s license either, so survival chances will be slim.”

An evil smirk cross her face, if only the nurse could see it she would be even more terrified. The smirk appeared when she had a plan or idea, something that would come up a lot now she was walking around. No more being the silent type either and certainly no more being blown up on a boat. She kept the woman a hold as Carlos sneak to where she was who soon spoke up quietly to keep the doctor unaware.

Male: “Oh I forgot to mention, I’m Carlos.”

Future Boss: “OK Carlos, hold this woman and keep her quite while I deal with the nice doctor over there that helped me recover alongside his pet over here.”

She kept the nurses mouth shut as Carlos took over keeping her hostage and covered her mouth, only an eep escaped but it went unnoticed. With her being man handled the boss made her way over to the doctor who was unaware of her presence. Along the way picking up a big metal try which was used to keep tools on during surgery or to carry other things needing to be moved in groups. Like a ninja she remained undetected as she slowly raised the steel tray over her head before sending it down hard over the man’s head causing the try to receive some major tents in it. The doctor fell with the tray following behind him; the tray hitting the floor was covered up mostly as it landed on the good doc.

He was a tough cookie though as he slowly got up, blood running down the back of his head. He had a concession so he would not be as effective in fighting back though even if he could he couldn't as he was soon turned round where a face full of fist happened. The first punch hurt the most as she ended up breaking his nose and the sound it made was like music the insane yet zany future boss. The sound of pain left the doctors lips though she was not done with him as she soon kicked him in the left knee cap forcing him on one knee though soon he was on two knees as she forced him on both.

Doctor: “Enough, enough I yield. I don’t want anymore.”

Future Boss: “That’s a shame; you looked like a fun punching bag to me. Well I guess it is time to say bye bye then.”
The boss then arched her arm back before sending a powerful punch towards the doctor, a knockout punch like the ones in boxing matches which could KO the opponent. The doctor would have screamed if he had the chance but he didn't due to the force knocking him out cold.

Future Boss: “OK Carlos deal with the nurse and then join me by the door so we can take on the guards on the other side of the door.”

The boss edged her way to the door where she waited on the left side meaning Carlos would have to go on the right side. She hoped he could defend himself or he would be pretty useless until they got to the boat.

Carlos was shocked by the casual brutality. He'd head things about this woman, how she'd taken down all the other gangs in Stilwater almost single handed. Seeing her blatant brutality with his own eyes made the legend real.

"Dayumn homes..." Carlos drawled.

Turning his attention to the nurse he spun her around. Carlos made the attempt to look stern, narrowing his brow and peering out through eye slits. He even lowered his voice an octave but it was piss poor attempt. The youth simply was too kind to pull it off convincingly. The kid may have been tough and had heart, he had to in order to take a shiv, but that heart was acting against him here.

"Listen here chica," he said in his most intimidating fashion, "Ye don't want to get yer ass whupped then you stay here."

Luckily the nurse was fairly timid. She cowered easily and when Carlos ushered her into the corner she remained there, curled into a small ball. Just to be safe, however, Carlos moved over to where the telephone was and ripped the cord out of the wall before looping the thin wire around his forearm.

The boss waited for Carlos to join her and when he did she counted to three before busting both doors to open quickly which followed with her leaping into the air before sending a fist towards the now aware prison guard. Carlos had to take the other one out before he could strike back. The first guard tried to defend himself after the first strike but she came down way to hard for him to think, all he could do is defend with the nightstick. The nightstick itself managed to work for a time before failing as she went for a one to two hook, the first for him to block the second to get the area that was not being defended which was his stomach.

Prisoner: "Quick we need back u-"

The guard could not finish his sentence as the nightstick he used was cracked over his head making him fall down like a bag of bricks. He was not moving, he was either dead or out of it. She was not going to check, either one was good. The boss soon moved on a little to see if anyone else was coming, punching was all fine and good but she needed a gun, she needed to put a bullet in someone and she did not care where it went. Hopefully Carlos was managing without her. Eventually she turned to see how he was doing.

Boss: "Have you taken care of them yet?"

The second guard was almost finished. Carlos kept up the pressure on the makeshift garrotte he had made of the telephone wire he had appropriated. The guard's face was purpling, drool was spilling out from the corner of his mouth and his arms were pumping with decidedly less vigor. Capable of nothing more than gurgles the guard was completely unable to yell for help. Carlos smirked, his own face red from exertion, his biceps taut with holding the wire tight. He did have some experience recovering money from those that were "in arrears" after all. Such activities involved doling out a little pain.

Once the guard collapsed unconscious, Carlos lowered the man to the ground and then stooped over him to change up his weapon, sliding the nightstick from the guard's belt.

"Sorry homes. Didn't mean to take so long," the young Hispanic replied, "I ain't some super chica ball buster. You got some mad skillz yo. Don't worry though. I got yo back. Which way we going? You want to sneak across the roof or bust through the front gate?"

Future Boss: "I think a good old fashion prison escape with fire arms that could support an army. Quick to the guards common room."

She soon runs before stopping as two guard come out to take them, they were kind enough to unlock the way to the guards room. The loan saint wasted no time as she sent her nightstick at one before throwing it at another which gave her time to tackle the first guard to the ground where she would punch him several times before finishing him with one mighty blow. Blood quickly splattered across the prison floor and walls before the final OK punch came. The other guard was trying it on with Carlos because they felt it would be easier then taking on the other psycho who just beat down the other guard with no real problem.

Future Boss: "Hurry and dispatch that bitch so we can get some weapons. It has been a while since I held a pistol, shotgun or hell a rocket launcher."

The way leading out was locked and so going to the guards rooms was needed to advance.The prisoners were rioting by this point, beating on any guard in the area and beating any who were stupid enough to take them. Several prisoners started to pee over one of the guards and one took it further as they lowered there pants to take a dump, the guard just having enough time to scream which was a bad idea in the end. The boss and Carlos could hear the rioting and the screams of the one guard being used as a toilet. Raiding the guards office would be quick, grab some weapons unlock the front door and they could go get that boat Carlos mentioned.

Carlos was a little irked. While he'd hoped that she would have gone the way of the rooftop, using stealth and speed to get through the prison, he really knew that she'd want to take the direct approach. She had a reputation for wanton violence, for intimidation and incredible resilience. Quite simply put, when she wanted something, even if it was just to bust a few heads, she did it. It wasn't a question of if one should, or even could. You simply couldn't tell the woman something was impossible. She just out and did it.

-or at least, so the stories said.

Carlos nodded, trying to conceal the fear in his eyes, covering his insecurity with an adjustment of his purple beanie, the colour of the Third Street Saints. Bowing down low he grasped a ring of keys off the belt of the guard he'd taken out an tossed them in his new boss' direction. After all, when she returned to Stilwater she was going to put the gang back together. Which reminded him, he really should tell her about the state of the Saints at some point, that they had been disbanded. He didn't want to cause her to break stride however so that was going to have to wait.

When the keys were tossed to the only Saints member left or so she thought she opened up the way to the prisoner guards office where they could get some guns. Wonderful guns, big guns, small guns and those in-between. Knives, katana's, baseball bats and all those wonderful objects to crack the heads of her enemies. A psychotic smile crossed her face though she was not facing Carlos, the smile would of made him even more nervous then he already was. She did not wait as she wanted to feel the cold metal, the sleek and none sleek weapons in her palm and fingers. She charged up the stairs like a wild animal. the first part of the office had no one on it making the saints members ascend the next set of stairs where two guards were. One was locking out and the other was sitting down, it looked like they were having a break though really most guards did nothing more then sit on there asses, beat the prisoners time to time and if they were up for it a little prison lovin. She lined her knuckles up before putting her hands together to form a big ball of fists.

The guard was unaware and before he could catch on the boss was behind them and she send down her combined hands to hit the guard on the head as had as possible.The guard made a noise making the other turn to see what it was and too his surprise it was a prisoner but no ordinary one either. The guard sitting down tried to get up but the boss put her hands around his neck where she was ready to snap his neck, her hold was rather hard and it caused a lot of pressure on the guard. The guard on the chair was up now. The other guard had a gun but she had a human shield so if he shot them she would be safe, well safe as can be with a shield made from flesh.

Boss: "So you going to shot your boyfriend or are you going to let me get away?"

The guard was not sure what she was doing as she slowly moved across the room, the guard attention going with her, if Carlos was close by he could jump them and take there gun and shot them, the thought of them being killed excited her and she wanted a gun right now. She soon came to a door which most likely housed the weapons she was after or searching for. She just needed the guard with the gun to go away first, she waited a moment for Carlos to strike if he was going to do so.

Carlos, had paused, withdrawing around the corner outside the small office and hesitated when the other guard had started turning. He fingered his nightstick. This was decidedly different than shaking down a "client" for his payments. Most of the time you didn't have to lay a hand on them. You just flexed your biceps, said some scary things and they forked over everything they had. It was their own fault for accepting a loan from a criminal after all.

He could hear what was going down, recognized the standoff. He wasn't sure what to do until the former Saints lieutenant moved, taunting the guard in order to let Carlos know where she was. She'd maneuvered, backing away from the door so that the second guard wasn't looking in his direction. That's when he moved, slipping in silently and stepping up behind the guard. HIs nightstick snapped up and downwards, towards the spot where neck joined with shoulder. With a simple grunt the guard crumpled to his knees and then forward onto his face.

"And that's wha' you get for messin with the saints!" Carlos declared, shoving his extended forefinger and index finger towards the downed guard, "Eres un cerdo estúpido!"

Future Boss: "Good job Carlos."

With a simple yet horrifying twist she killed the guard on the spot, for those not ready it would make them feel a little ill and right out tension upon seeing it. This was not her first go at it so it did not bother her. With that she dropped them like a sack of potatoes before pointing towards the door which would be raided by both of them. The thought of holding a gun again soon made her kick the door open with a hard force, the sound of it slamming echoed in the room a little though stop as it had a low sustain and a quick decay to it. Inside there were two shotguns, two pistols, a machine gun and a few food items. Body armor was there but that was not her style as well as a few other things such as tear gas. They were tempting but she needed to get off the island now and reform the Saints as soon as she could.

She takes the machine gun, the shotgun and the pistol leaving the other pistol and shotgun for Carlos, hopefully he knew how to use it. She also picked up two of the several food items, both being power bars. She then leaves the room so Carlos could get his stuff and while he did that unlocked the front door. She was sure by this point a heavy squad of cops were outside and ready for them. Today was going to be an interesting day for this Saint member as she pondered what she was going to do on the outside. Go to a strip bar, hit the dance floor or blow some assholes face off. The possibilities were endless.

Future Boss: "Are you ready for the best action scene since Hoe Busters 2?"

Carlos took the pistol and shotgun, shoving the pistol in his orange jumpsuit with the safety on. Definitely the safety, he didn't relish the idea of losing his "homeys" to an accidental discharge. The shotgun was a little unfamiliar to him. You didn't use the big guns very often to shake down someone when they missed a payment. Most of the time you just used a baseball bat and carried the pistol for backup.

Grabbing hold of a few tear gas grenades he shoved them into the hastily emptied gym bag. They'd come in handy for covering their escape and if necessary function like a weak smoke grenade.

"I..." Carlos said, swallowing, "I think so."

Raising his shotgun he pointed it at the closed door and steeled himself. He wasn't going to fail now.

Future Boss: "Come on then, let's get this party started."

Like a bullet she raced her way down the first flight of stairs and then the second and then finally the last where they had just been where the guards from before were still laying there like garbage on the side walk. With the front open hell was going to break loose as she ran through the iron bars to the double standard sized doors which were the made of steel which was standard for prisons. She waited for Carlos to catch up, Carlos needed to be confident here or he could be taken out. When he caught up she let him recompose himself for a moment so he was relaxed and ready. Relaxed and ready was what she was, Carlos was probably ready to vomit his mother's spaghetti onto his orange jumpsuit and white shirt under it. How long had Carlos been here? A few days, weeks, months? Without a moment to waste she kicked open the doors where the sirens for the prison were much louder.

Future Boss: "Stay close and you won't die...... Probably."

Like the wind she was gone again as she ran towards the stairs though soon skidded to a stop as several police cars, three dozen men were in position with there guns out ready to kill them if they had too. A helicopter could be heard as well though it was not in sight. This courtyard would soon be a graveyard. She soon points to the bag Carlos has, he picked up some tear gas and so now was a good time to use it. He had to be careful not to throw it in the space they wanted to escape through or they would be tasting and feeling the tear gas. If they were caught she would probably get the chair and he would probably get the same..... Maybe.

Future Boss: "Make it count kid."

Carlos was a little nerves, he clearly had not done this before though why would he. Carlos was normal, well normalish. She watched as he slowly took out the tear gas as she heard the cops demand they give up or they would open fire. The future boss only had one response and that response was going to be sent by Carlos or she hoped he did. Stage fright was not something she wanted to happen but he did not look to confident in what he was doing, it seemed all alien to him. Carlos was probably nothing more then a common thug. The Boss began to fire on them, Carlos now had no choice but to lob them in places that would affect the guard but not affect them as they passed through the prison front gates.

"If I don't make it homes," Carlos said, trying to keep his voice hard, "You raise a glass to Carlos yo?"

Carlos figured he was going to die here but dying here was better than the long slow death inside the prison. At least, that was what he was telling himself. Pulling the pin with his teeth so he could keep his finger on the shotgun trigger Carlos lobbed the canister. At first it hissed and sizzled. Only when it was in the air, tumbling end over end, did it begin to spew a thick white smoke. Then he did the same again. The grenades bounced and skittered beneath the police cars and began to surround the guards in their smoky embrace.

Finally, he shifted his shotgun to the hand that once held the canisters and then drew his pistol, holding it in one hand, sideways, and peered down the sights as he pulled the trigger. The Vice-9's slide slammed back and forth, resetting the spring and loading the next bullet into the breach on each journey.

The canisters were cast and the smoke lagged a little before a white cloud appeared confusing the cops who began to fire despite not seeing the target. The boss by this point moved to the left and began firing her Vice-9. She quickly unloaded a whole magazine in less then six seconds, it was like she had never been in a coma in the first place. The sound of grunts among other sounds were heard as bullets hit various cops in various places and also hitting the vehicles on the scene. This was really fun for the boss and so she began to lose track of time. she had killed four cops, two wounded and managed to get a flat tire on one of the police cars. Another clips went within seconds after reloading it, the clips slid out and the new one slid in. The plan to escape had escaped her as she fired into the white smoke before finally running out of ammo. The sound of the trigger being pulled and its empty clip could be heard. She did not discard the gun though, it could be useful later. Because the ammo was at zero she remembered the plan.

Boss: "Carlos, let's go."

Like the wind she was off, she avoided the smoke which would clear in a bit so they had to move now. Half of one police car was not in the smoke and so they could use it to get to the boat if one was actually there. Luckily for them the front of the car was the part that was sticking out of the white cloud. she quickly got in it and waited for Carlos before driving the car or what one would call driving with this woman in the car. It was more like a joy ride then a ride. When the vehicle left the gates of the prison the boss used the brakes hard as the car slide across the street before finally turning so they could travel down towards the port. The screech of the tires filled the ears of all in the area, the cops were aware now but they could not see or catch them as the boss had now made it to the end of the street where she had to then go down the road which lead to a few warehouses. Tire marks were left on the streets, a present from the boss though so were the dead cops.

A barricade was set-up, two cars and five cops waited, several of them shouting give up and various other things to make one stop which never really worked. The boss put the paddle to the metal as the car went at its top speed as she was going to ram through the quickly made barricade.

Boss: "Having fun yet Carlos?"

Carlos was staring at a long crease of blood on one bicep. He looked up when addressed, almost as if he had forgotten where he was. It was as if he wondering why it didn't hurt more. Looking over at his newfound partner in crime he suddenly realized where he was and what he should be doing. In truth he was having a hard time thinking. Generally, he just followed the woman, and shot at anything that moved with his shotgun. He missed more often then hit but it kept them under cover and she was killing more than enough for the both of them.

"Ah-" he said, pausing before continuing, before finding his words, "It's the real shit man."

Withdrawing the last of his tear gas grenades he held one in each hand and boggled as he peered at the oncoming roadblock rushing towards them, growing larger by the moment. Fumbling for his seat belt, he managed to click it in just in the nick of time. The last thing he wanted to do was to experience a windshield ejection. He'd seen that before and it had looked painful.

The cops soon dived as the boss was not going to stop, fuck them all she thought to herself as the cars soon collided. The force knocking the two in the car about like a peanut in a can being shaken. The sound of metal clashing, ripping and twisting filled the ears of anyone nearby and unlucky for the two in the car they had front row sits to the audio of twisted metal. The air bags deployed instantly getting in the faces of the two as the forced sent them both flying into them, strangely they were not as safe as one thought as the boss felt a heavy force hit her face. Outside the car the blockade had been moved, both police cars blocking there route had moved several inches, the head lights of all the vehicles were now broken, the glass shattering and spreading across the floor, each reflecting the lights from the nearby lights of the warehouse.

The bonnets of the cars were misshaped as the car to the left had half of its body wrecked which caused the car itself to spin enough to get out of the there way. The one on the right took most of the blow and it slowed them down but did not stop the pair. The bonnet of the car on the right was now missing and the engine was exposed, the front window was cracked and the car itself was starting to smoke. The boss kept their foot on the gas even with her being thrown back and then forwards, the car to the right was nudged three inches away allowing the car to keep going where it then crashed into a dumpster. The dock was only 100 steps away, the shock of the crash would of shunned most but not the boss. After being in so much action from years ago and surviving the explosion this sort of thing seemed to roll off her like rain to a window.

Boss: "Carlos you OK? The dock is over there, get out and run before the cops come."

She waited for him to answer before running it towards the dock hoping a boat was here or Carlos would have to answer to her two fists. They could not waste much time as the guards were getting ready to do more extreme things to bring the two to a halt. The helicopter was on there asses to probably giving updates to the cops. The boss had soon shot two guards blocking the port with her shotgun, two big holes were now present on both bodies. One had it right in the middle of the chest and the other had lost an arm, they did not die instantly but did die soon enough from blood loss. She quickly made it down the stairs to see what was in the port and lucky for them a boat was there, Carlos needed to drive the thing though. With Carlos close by she climbs on board and starts to loosen the ropes but not enough for the boat to be washed away, when he was on board she would let go.

The latino youth groaned, clutching his head, shook it and then looked over at the woman beside him yelling orders. At first the words made no sense, then he played them back in his mind and realized what they meant. Opening the door he got out and stood, circling the crashed vehicles, stopping only momentarily to kick some poor idiot in the face.

"Gotcha," he replied and followed.

As he hit the dock he pulled the pins on those last two grenades, ensuring that nobody would by following them from this dock at least. Any who tried would have to brave the gas to get at any of the boats moored there. Then he moved on towards the indicated boat, jumping smoothly onto the rear deck and then, at her direction, into the pilot's cabin.

"Watch it homes," Carlos said as he turned the key in the ignition, "Don't fall off the back of the boat now."

Gunning the engine, the prow immediately rose up into the air as the black and white police boat launched forwards. The aft simultaneously lowered, the rim of the deck almost hitting the water's surface as the boat launched itself up on the plane.

"Yo!" he proclaimed suddenly, "Beware Stilwater, the red tide is a coming in!"

Carlos: "Watch it homes,"

Carlos: "Don't fall off the back of the boat now."

The saint member being a little wary of the boat itself due to past experiences on one as she soon let the rope go so the boat could leave the docks. The boss watched the smoke blind and confuse the people closing on the docks or tried before backing off once more. The roar of the engine filled the ears of the lone saint member as the boat left the docks. Carlos had said something else but she had not heard him very well as she kept an eye out for cops who used the sky or sea to catch them. At first it seemed like it was clear sailing but moments passed before a helicopter appeared on the scene carrying two cops with machine guns. The bullets they sprayed hit mostly the water around them.

Boss: "Looks like we got company."

The boss run into the cabin to see what was in there and it looked like someone had left a heavy machine gun behind. The boss was drawn to it as she slowly picked it up and gave it a touch. The cold metal body of the weapon said use me in her mind and there was plenty of ammo as well. By this point the sound of boats could be heard getting closer making her leave the cabin with enough ammo to open fire on the cops. A boat was coming in from the left with one coming in from the right in a matter of seconds. With the heavy machine gun loaded she opens fire as she feels the power in her hands as she let of a load of bullets at the left boat which soon exploded, this time it was not her. T

The right boat was soon on there ass but the boss was not going to have that happen as she blasted that boat until it exploded. A evil smirk crossed her face before reloading the empty weapon. The sound of the boat, helicopter, guns being fired, the wind and the ocean was all one could hear. With a quick change of ammo or as quick as one could do it she was opening fire at the helicopter. She was aiming for the rotors though not easy would bring them down. About half of the ammo in the gun was gone before the helicopter came down with the cops screaming as they began to sink into the ocean.

Boss: "How long until we hit the mainland?"