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"Go, I'll cover you!" Johnny Gat, second in command of the Saints, urged Boss and Shaundi to get out, something neither were willing to do even as two of the Morningstar thugs tried to come around the side, Boss taking down one and Shaundi relieving he other of his gun, using it to put a bullet in their partner's skull before both turned back to Gat.
"What! Are you crazy or something?" Shaundi tossed the gun to Boss as she spoke, the leader of the Saints snatching the gun out the air and unloading the entire clip over the table they were using as cover. "Do you know how many of these assholes are out there?"
"There's like what..." Gat paused for a moment, looking around the side of the table to see how many Morningstar were left.",twenty guys, I can take them."
"No!" Shaundi seemed determined not to leave him behind, something Gat could understand as the Boss chucked the emptied pistol at a Morningstar thug, the empty gun still an effective weapon as the man collapsed holding his broken nose.
"Shaundi's right, get out of here with us Gat." the Boss put in his on input, something that was less a suggestion and more along the lines of an order as he ripped the rifle free from the dead Morningstar Shaundi had shot. "It's a fucking pain to get out a plan with only two people, three makes it easier."
Gat looked towards the two Saints, grinning after a moment of thought as he nodded.
"You're the boss."
"You two! Get out of here!" the Boss slammed the door in front of him shut after his words, sealing it off as he turned to the gang of Morningstar thugs, Phillipe Loren amongst them and holding one hand to his ruined eye.
"Grab him!" Loren's order was followed, three Morningstar rushing forward as the Boss tossed away his empty rifle, choosing to instead roll up his sleeves and immediately drop one of the thugs with a punch to the face, the satisfying feeling of bone breaking under his fist making him grin.
The two other Morningstar grabbed him while he laid out their comrade, something both would very quickly experience as the Boss struggled against them, the two strong enough to hold him for a few moments as Loren snatched a knife, one Gat threw at one, from a dead Morningstar in a chair and stalked up to the Boss.
"I am going to kill you." Loren stopped in front of the Boss, his men forcing him to his knees on the ground as his struggles ceased, turning bored eyes to look at Loren.
"Give me a minute Frenchie." the Boss held up his arm, well as much as he could, holding one finger up before turning to the Morningstar to his left, his face suddenly enraged.
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY SUIT!" the Boss threw the two off with a surprising show of strength, getting back to his feet before he charged Loren, reversing the knife while he pushed his arm back, Loren effectively stabbing himself.
"ARRRGGGHHH!" It was painful to say the least.
"Who's next?" the Boss shoved Loren off to the side while a Morningstar in front of him drew out a knife and charged him. It was a stupid decision since the man ended up dead three seconds later, his knife lodged securely in his throat as the door behind him opened up, a spray of bullets from the sub-machine gun Gat had managed to pick up.
"What the hell are you?" the Boss kicked a fallen pistol up into his hands, turning to the door even as he fired off three shots, a Morningstar collapsing with two bullets in his chest while the one touting a rifle behind him grabbed at his hand, screaming as he dropped the rifle after losing a few fingers. "Get out of here!"
"And leave you here? No fucking way Boss." Gat unleashed another spray as he spoke, keeping the Morningstar at the doorway on the other side if they didn't want a few dozen holes in their bodies as the Boss rushed over to the two Saints, an infuriated expression on his face.
"I wasn't asking!" Boss kicked Gat in the stomach once he was close enough and sent him toppling backwards into Shaundi, something Gat couldn't stop himself from doing as the Boss slammed the door shut again, this time locking it.
"Attention all pussies on the crew, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLA-What the fuck! Get out you pussies!" the Boss had, somehow, gotten back to the cockpit and was now on the intercom, the sound of gunshots slightly overshadowing his words as he seemed to still be in a firefight, one he was winning as the gunshots stopped a few seconds later. "Now, as I was saying, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLANE!"
"How the hell did he get on the speaker so fast?" Gat ducked behind a blue and black Kayak as a spray of gunfire from the catwalks above threatened to take off his head, turning to Shaundi as he spoke, the Saint beating a Morningstar down and ripping his rifle from his hand before a spray of blood dropped him to the ground, the man dead wit a trail of bullets running down his body.
"Just drop it Gat, he's the motherfucking Boss, he does that type of stuff." Shaundi used her new rifle to spray the catwalks above them, mowing down three of the six Morningstar above them before they got smart enough to drop to the ground, avoiding the bullets that would have taken lodging in their skulls.
"Still weird." Gat reloaded the two sub-machine guns he now had, standing up and taking down two Morningstar hiding behind a green and black Compensator, the two moving out of cover in an attempt to take down the two Saints.
"Oh shut up and kill these assholes!" Shaundi snapped at Gat, tossing away her empty rifle and drawing the pistol she had "borrowed" from a now dead Morningstar, his head smashed into the hood of a Criminal several times before she had used his pistol to kill him.
"With pleasure." Gat's grin widened as he stood up, his guns spraying and taking down the last three Morningstar above them before eight more rushed in, coming from the stairs and five of those eight were suddenly filled with bullets, the last three not even making it to cover as Shaundi put a single round in each of them.
"Boss! We're ready to jump! Get down here!" Shaundi pressed down the button on the console next to her, the sounds of a scuffle reaching her before their was a scream before it quieted down.
"Right on, I'll be down there soon Shau." Boss let out a chuckle at Shaundi's nickname, knowing precisely how she felt about it.
"You better get here soon Boss, I'm running out of guys to kill down here!" Gat called out from his spot a few meters from Shaundi, using a pair of pistols to keep the Morningstar at bay as they flooded the room.
"Yeah...AND DON'T CALL ME SHAU YOU BASTARD!" Shaundi shouted the last part, the Boss chuckling before the sound of gunfire reached them before ending just as suddenly it began.
"That's my girl, always hating nicknames." the Boss's voice was back, something that made Shaundi, despite the situation, smile as she pressed down the button again.
"Just get down here Boss, it's about time we ditched this plane." Shaundi's words were met by another chuckle from the Boss.
"Right on, see you soon Shau."
"Stop them already!" Loren directed the four Morningstar with him, the Boss rushing through the cargo hold of the plane, needing to get to a door they were blocking.
"Shut it already Frenchie!" the Boss raised his pistol, firing off a couple of rounds that dropped a Morningstar as he weaved to the side to avoid the hail of bullets from the pistols of the others.
"I! AM! BELGIAN! Get it through your skARGH!" Loren was interrupted when the Boss put on a burst of speed, his shoulder slamming into the man and he slammed into the door he was blocking.
"Shut! Up!" the Boss punctuated each word with a kick in No Man's Land, Loren letting out a whimper as he crumpled to the ground as the remaining Morningstar couldn't help but wince at their boss's predicament.
"Kill him already!" Loren's run was hobbled, he was still doubled over from the Boss's "attack" on him.
"Get out of my way!" the Boss slammed into a Morningstar blocking his way, not letting them slam into the wall behind him and instead turned him around, making sure he took the spray of bullets from two Morningstar with rifles that had been chasing him for the past few minutes.
"BOSS!" Gat held onto the handle, desperately trying to hold on as the air from the open cargo bay doors threatened to suck him out. "BOSS!"
"Get off him you assholes!" Shaundi was in a similar situation, trying to hold onto the open door of a blue and black Solar, the door losing against the air trying to suck her out.
The Boss himself was pinned, three or so Morningstar holding him down on the catwalk above the two.
"Get out of here you two! Get out!" the Boss's struggles were pointless, he as urging his Saints to get away as another two Morningstar joined the three on top of him, keeping him down as gunfire from the rifles four others held were trying to kill the Saints trying to stay inside the plan. "I'll meet you two back in Stillwater!"
The Boss pulled then, a grenade he kept in his jacket rolling free and the Morningstar panicked when they realized the pin was missing, rushing away from the Boss as he rolled off the catwalk, throwing himself onto the roof of a red and black Criminal below him.
"HOLY SH-" the explosion stopped the Morningstar from finishing their sentence, Shaundi and Gat locking eyes before letting go, leaving the Boss alone on the plane, hoping they would see him again.
Gat and Shaundi landed in Steelport, all but ripping off their parachutes as Shaundi collapsed against the nearest wall, Gat seemingly frozen as he looked up, the faint lights of the plane still visible to him.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Shaundi struggled to hold back her tears, not winning the battle, something her ruined makeup showed.
"FUCK!" Gat finally let our a scream of anger, his hands pulling at his hair as he felt nothing but rage. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Despite everything they had been through, everything they had done, everything both had lived through ever since the Saints started in an old church in Stillwater, the Boss was dead, either from the grenade or Loren was killing him now. It was almost inconceivable to believe something like that possible, the Boss had survived worst shit than some French dick, the fact he had finally been killed was impossible to believe, it should have been impossible to even consider. The Boss was...he was the Boss, no one ever got him no matter how hard they tried. Sure, there were hard times, times where everyone thought he was dead but he wasn't. He was supposed to be all but fucking Superman, the man had done so much and had lived through it all.
"FUCK!" with one last scream Gat threw his arms down to his side before he heard his cell ring, surprised it had even survived all the shit they had been through today.
Without really thinking, Gat answered the phone, attempting to calm himself down even if all he wanted to really do was find every single last one of those RED SHITS AND RIP THEM THE FUCK A-
"Hello, Messer Gat."
To Johnny, everything froze, at those three words, the voice on the other end of the line, all of it made him freeze, his anger all suddenly gone as he heard the voice of the man he knew he would kill one day.
"You..."
"You," a gunshot suddenly rang out and Johnny's blood froze. ",are officially unemployed."
AN: Well, I felt like posting this so here you are.
Peace.
