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.