"Ain't long," Carlos yelled over the sounds of the fully throttled engines and chopping waves, "Guards got to get home to their families an' all that bullshit."

Carlos was considering their next step. After all, this was about as far as he planned and if it hadn't been for his partner he knew he wouldn't have gotten this far, especially not with the helicopters and boats. Now he had to figure out what to do next. It was a shame about her. She still didn't know about the Saints. Where was she going to crash?

"After that we gotta split up. They'll be licking for a beaner and a white chick together even if we ditch these orange pajamas. I'm onna jack a car. Learned that collecting for sharkies. When a mark don't pay their dues you get creative getting payments. Blood soaking into the pavement don't fill the wallet. You get me?"

The boss heard Carlos mention splitting up which worked for her as she normally went head first into things herself. She had no idea which she was going to do first, change her threads or get a nice cold beer. The thought of doing a few other things came to mind but the two things she thought earlier were on top of the list. She heard him talk about jacking a car and blood soaked pavements but that part went through one ear and out the other. A boat was in the distance and would catch them soon but if they were close to port she would find her way about like she always did. She was pretty sure Gat, Troy, Dex or Julian would be about though she had no idea that one was a cop, another went to work at Ultor and that Julian did that little surprise.

Boss: "Yeah, yeah I get what you are saying."

At this point the boss turned to see what was coming into view and what she saw was not what she remembered. Things had changed since she was out of the game but hopefully that would be rectified soon enough. Maybe Carlos could fill her in while they were still on the run before they split up. Her attention soon turned to the chopper in the sky forcing her to take it down though hopefully that would be the last attempt by them unless they were planning to buy a plot of land for graves. The gun was heavy but it did not hinder her in the slightest as she began to fire once more upon the chopper. The rotor blades had given out as the mechanism for the blades started to malfunction. She had just sprayed bullets in there direction as aiming was difficult in this rust bucket.

The guards from the prison seemed to give up. Apparently watching most of their compatriots treading water and clinging to the shattered hulls of their sundered boats. Those were the lucky ones. Those aboard the helicopters had to either leap for their lives or explode inside They'd be out here for hours, waiting for someone to pick them up and that was fine with Carlos. The longer they spent chasing and recovering their people, the less people could be spared to search for them.

Carlos angled their boat towards a civilian harbour, some sort of yacht club. It was the sort of club that the affluent and powerful bought membership in and yet only attended rarely and then, mostly to show off their vast wealth or to party with a half dozen women twenty years younger than themselves. There was just such a group there no on a twenty foot long yacht that had probably never been out to sea. One man in his sixties was dancing with five women that must have been just out of their teens. Behind them, upon the shore was a bar intended only for the wealthy of the yacht club with incredibly overpriced items on the ticket.

A yacht club, she had not seen this before so maybe it was built during the time she was in a coma where she was relived memories of taking out the gangs when she was new to the Saints. Her eyes gazed over to the large yacht which was not to far away from them. That yacht was worth having at some point but right now she need to find her former friends who rolled with her in the old days. The former Saint would make sure this place became her's one way or another, hopefully they would want to fight for it through the use of fists or the even more fun option using a gun to force them into giving her the site. But money was probably going to be the main thing which she had zero of and who knew how many shops they still owned and how many areas they still had under control.

Future Boss: "I hope I don't go boom when I take that thing over.... Sure would be a nice stronghold for the gang though......."

A bar was present, she needed a drink and would properly force her way in even if they did not need the attention right now after escaping the prison. She was sure these stiffs would have beer, maybe she could rough someone up and take there clothing instead of buying any until she reconnected with the Saints or at least one of the Saints. She could just go downtown if they had not changed to much since she was out of the game, but she seemed to want a beer now rather then later. She could rob people for money like she did several times already. Eventually the boat came to a halt where the boss was putting the heavy gun away back in the cabin, she would then tie the boat to the post so it would not float away, hopefully the rope could take the slack as it looked very old and worn out.

Carlos emerged from the pilots cabin of the police patrol boat. Surprisingly, he suddenly seemed more nervous now than he had when he was under fire at the prison. He was sliding his purple beanie cap around his head, as if not at all comfortable with how it fitted or how it was positioned. He was like a young boy in the presence of his idol, unable to concentrate on anything, his own body ready to betray him.

Not wanting to attract attention he began unbuttoning the brilliant orange jumpsuit, pulling it down around his waist to reveal a panther like body honed at the gym and a number of tattoos on shoulders and arms. He tied the arms of the jumpsuit around his waist and pretended they were nothing more than something a construction worker would wear so that the blazing orange motorists were unable to ignore.

It was remarkable how the wealthy easily ignored things they neither understood or saw as beneath them. Carlos waved at a pair of young women prancing about on their yacht, openly flirting so as to draw attention away from the woman he'd helped escape from prison. She, after all, couldn't peel away his top as readily as he did.

The boss watched as Carlos turned his prison uniform into something else, no would be able to tell he escaped from prison as the number of the prison was hidden from sight now, it could have been any jumpsuit that was orange. She also watched him wave to a few young ladies across the way who were on a yacht. There was nothing more to do here other then move from this location but the problem is the place was a little different from what she remembered. Taking a few steps on the wooden walk way in the port she thought of her next form of action.

As tempting as a beer was the gang would come first, any of the people she worked with before would be the order of business. She did not leave Carlos much time as she moved across the yard to see if a car was close by; any car would do at this point. A lot of these cars were fancy and some of them were working class cars, of course she would burrow and never return a super car because they were more fun. She spotted a purple and white Magma, the white being the flame décor on the hood.

Future Saints Boss: “Time to reconnect with the old gang.”

She soon turned to see what Carlos was doing at this point; he must have had a plan on what to do next. Clearly splitting up was the best course of action, she was clear as day a prisoner, he was less clear of being a prisoner. Her gun was soon drawn just in case trouble started; trouble that would happen because it was her.

Carlos felt rather bad for the... older woman? Carlos had to admit, he wasn't sure how young or old his escapee partner was. Image as Designed, the plastic surgery chain, was capable of doing anything these days thanks to the Ultor corporation. One thing was certain, those eyes, they were hardened. They'd seen things. They were filled with experiences he couldn't imagine. He didn't want to add to that.

Yes, he was a coward.

He didn't want to tell her. He dreaded telling her about the old church the Saints once called home, nor did he want to let her know that her gang had disbanded after doing their job of ridding the streets of gangs only to be replaced by even more vicious gangs months later. He rather suspected that this hard ass woman would prefer a bullet in her gut to hearing what had happened while she had been in a coma.

Carlos offered the hardened gangster a ludicrously shy wave that did not befit his toned athletic physique and claims of being a hardened criminal. He trotted towards the parking lot and removed a long flat object and inserted it into the seam between driver's side window and door. What he did not have in terms of vicious blood thirstiness he definitely made up in finesse. With a few deft moves there was a distinctive click.

It seemed Carlos was on top of things as she watched him try to get into the car using some flat object. His approach would gather less attention then hers where she would basically break the driver side window. The click was soon heard, that meant they had a vehicle to use. The idea of reconnecting with the Saints now came to mind and was going to see them first though she was soon find out they no longer existed. At this point she wondered if Carlos would break off or stay around a little longer? It did not really matter as his job was done, he wanted to help her escape and he did, what he did next was his call though she should keep in contact just in case.

Future Boss: "So where would I find you again if I needed you? Got a crib or business or shit hole nearby? Maybe a phone number or some meet up point?"

She would need a phone but that would come soon enough, she still had her pistol and shotgun on her so she could defend herself for a while though with the rep she had she would not even need them as her fists alone could also do the job. The smirk soon appeared on her face again, a smirk that had elements of cruel and evil intentions as well as a few meaning. The lone saint member soon started looking through the car to see if any cash was laying about, the greens would be helpful. Having checked the little tray near the gearbox she found nothing, but the glove box seemed to have had a wad of cash in it. One could say there was about 500 dollars there based on what one could see and feel in weight. Apart from that some drugs, some gloves and a few other things were also present.