(I do not own any rights to the Saints Row franchise, all rights belong to Volition.)

In the streets of Stilwater on a sunny but dull morning, two Third Street Saints members walk out of an Apollo's restaurant. One Saint, of Korean decent wearing a black long sleeve button shirt and a purple vest with black pants and shoes, was drinking a black coffee. The second Saint, Caucasian wearing a black tee with a purple silk vest and a jet black trench coat and wearing a black fedora with a purple band, was eating a hand full of donut holes with an annoyed look on his face.

"So Ty, tell me again why we had to walk to this god dang place?" said the man who is literally the living embodiment of trigger happy.

"Oh! I don't know, Robert." said Ty. He usually calls him Rob, but since it was his fault he deserved it. "Maybe it's because you drove the car into a phone line."

"How was I supposed to know someone was still crossing the street." Rob said after taking another donut hole.

"She was in a wheel chair!" Ty blurted out.

Rob rolled his grey eyes but stopped at what he saw at his right. "3 o'clock dude." He said with much seriousness in his voice. His crew member looked over at what he saw. What he saw were big red trucks. The Brotherhood.

"I thought you said this territory was taken." Rob said leaning over to his friend.

"It is, but let's not jump the gun here. Maybe they belong to some truckers with a theme." Before Ty could continue a group of large men in red carrying 12 Gauges, K6 Krukovs and sledgehammers walked over to the trucks. Rob looks over at Ty with a raised eyebrow and says," Or they could be The Brotherhood trying to retake their hood." Looking over at the other gang Rob said with a smirk," And just when I thought this day was going to be boring."

Finishing their coffee and donuts, Ty takes out a GAL 43 and Rob takes out his golden .50. Just for the heck of it, Rob hides his gun behind his back and walks over to them."Amigos!" Catching their attention he continues, "You must have taken a wrong turn. The docks are down south, so if you would all just take your pick up—OH CRAP!" A wave of bullets barely hits him when he takes cover in an ally on his left. "Well, so much for that." Checking across the street he sees Ty taking cover behind a dumpster spraying and praying with his GAL.

Six vs. two seems unfair if it weren't for the fact that Ty is an ex-Masako recruit and Rob is, well Rob. With a wicked grin, Rob grabs a grenade from his belt. With a flick of his thumb he removes the pin and primes it.

**

Blown up trucks and dead Brotherhood on the ground. Just the kind of day any Saint wants to see. "You know that's a bit of over-kill, right?" Ty says walking over a body.

"If I wanted an over-kill I would need an annihilator or a mini-gun." Rob says correcting him. Gun fire is heard from the distance. "The boss needs to know about this." Ty grabs his phone and makes the call. Rob holsters his gun and pulls out an AR200 SAW (don't ask where he got it) and makes a run for the fight. "I frickin' love Mondays!" Rob shouts at the top of his lungs.

#*#

"Well that was a bit disappointing." Rob confesses.

"I thought the story went well." Ty says.

"The writer had plans of putting in actual curse words and an actual fight scene. But nooo, he had to make it school appropriate."

"I'll admit it would have gone better without some limits."

"And Apollo's, really? I had a craving for a Fist at Freckle B****es. Did I just get censored!? Thanks a lot Author."

Two days and one 4th wall repaired later.

#*#

At the entrants of Poseidon's Palace Casino, our two hero's... protag... two Saints walk out. Tyler Takanawa walks out with a grin on his face, a skip in his step, and a big wad of cash at hand. Robert Robinson, on the other hand, is the complete opposite on all three.

"This. Is. Bull." Looking over to Ty and his winnings. "How the hell is it that I walk in with five grand and you have nothing, while I walk out broke and you have twice the amount?"

Widening his grin Ty glances at Rob, "Well maybe lady luck decided to cut me a break and giving you what you deserve."

"Lady luck, what I deserve blah blah blah. That's literally half of my money you're carrying!"

"Quit whining and get in the car." Ty said walking over to his Voxel.

"I'm not whining, I'm complaining. If I was whining, I would sound like a hippy when someone chops down an old tree or pollution or what ever the hell they whine about today." Rob says getting in the passenger seat. "Oh well. I'll get the money my way."

"How many liquor stores are ya gonna rob this time, Rob?" Ty deadpanned.

Looking at him with a hurt expression, "How could you jump to such a conclusion? Besides, it was a long time ago since I've done such an atrocious act."

"It was last week." Ty corrected while starting the car.

"... Oh yeah. Never the less, do you trust me Ty?"

Pulling out of the driveway Ty looks over to him. "With my money, no. With a car, never in a thousand years. With my life? Yeah, I trust you."

"Well my squinty-eyed friend, a few days ago when I was driving a boat---" Ring-ring. "Hold on." Ring-ring, ring-ri- "Hello... It's about time... Alright, we'll be there tomorrow." Beep.
Driving down the street Ty asks, "What is it?"

"The Saints are pulling a final strike on The Brotherhood tomorrow. We're all meeting at the hideout before that to plan." Looking out the window, Rob sees that they are almost at the Red Light Loft. "Drop me off at my place."

**

Pulling up to the Red Light Loft, Rob gets out of the car and steps out, night quickly falling on Stilwater. "See you tomorrow Ty." Walking over to the stairs that lead down to his home, Ty speaks up from his car. "Hey! You said you were gonna tell me something?" Looking over the shoulder of his black trench coat Rob says, "I'll tell ya tomorrow. 'Night."

"Good night." Ty says as he drives off. Walking into the loft, Rob puts his fedora, golden .50, and coat on a table nearby. Before getting into bed, Rob looks over to a picture frame on his nightstand. On it was a middle aged man, a blonde woman with beautiful silver eyes holding a little girl wearing a Dora the Explorer shirt, and in the middle is a grey eyed kid in his mid teens wearing a fedora with a purple band around it that's a few sizes too big, all smiling. He moves to the handle on the table and pulls the drawer back and looks down at a silver necklace with a bullet at the end.

Five years of hunting them down for what they have done. Now he's part of taking out the remaining factures.

Five years ago

On a sunny day in Stillwater, Robert is in the back yard pushing his baby sister, Maya, on the swing. On a lawn chair watching the two having fun is their mother, Elizabeth. Walking into the back yard was the man of the house, Bob.

"Hey, honey." Elizabeth said. "What's up?"

"Robert," Bob calls to his son, "Why did I get a call from your school saying that you got into a fight with another student again?" Elizabeth focuses on Robert with those silver eyes. Yikes! Those eyes could pierce a soul and leave it to die. "Robert?" she said sternly.

Standing like a deer in headlights, Robert was frozen. "Uh." Trying to think of something to say, a thought occurred. 'Wait, wasn't I doing somethi---'WHAM! Maya rams him with the swing. Lying on the grass, Robert moans on the ground. "Well that hurt." Getting back up, he hears his sister giggling and someone clearing their throat. Looking up, Robert sees his parents standing in front of him. "I can explain." Before he can think of something, the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it. Liz, you talk to him." Bob says walking to the house.

"Robert Robinson, we have talked about this before. Now I don't know if they started it or you did, but I'm sick and tired of hearing about," the sound of the door closing is heard. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, then back at her son. "Was it the Wilson's kid again?" she asks. Robert nods to that question. "Nice." She raises her hand in the air, getting a high-five. An argument is heard from the house. "Robert, watch Maya."

Elizabeth walks into the house. As she opened the door, he can hear his dad yelling, "---don't care! I'm not going to pay for your god dang 'protection' again. So get the---" his mother closes the door behind her. Concerned, Robert walks to the door to see what's going on. Before he could grab the door knob, two gun shots went off and then a scream. Bursting through the door, Robert saw his father on the floor in a pool of blood and his mother kneeling over her husband crying. "You monster!" she sobbed. At the front door were The Carnales, Angelo Lopez and Victor Rodrigruez.

"Now señora, unless there are any other problems, we expect our payment by tomorrow." Before Angelo could turn around, a vase was thrown at him from the other side of the room. "What the---" Robert came at him with a punch to the jaw. He could have thrown another punch but was stopped by a punch from Victor, a very large man who had a much harder punch. He landed head first on a table. "Tú, pequeño bastardo!" Angelo shouted in anger. He lifted a GDHC .50 and aims it at Robert.

"NO!" Elizabeth runs and tackles Angelo. The gun went off hitting the floor near Robert's head.

"Get off me!" The leader of The Carnales shoves her away and aims his gun at her. BANG! Robert looks up just in time to see his beloved mother hit the floor. "To hell with this." He walks over to the still paralyzed Robert. But was stopped by a chair to the back, and fell down. Standing over Angelo was Bob with two bloody bullet holes in his chest. Victor was coming up from behind ready to take him down. But Bob spun on his heel, grabbed him by the wrist and the back of his neck and forced his head down on the edge of the table. Two more hits until the table broke, releasing him to just drop.

Breathing heavily, Bob turns to check his son, "Rob---" BANG! He wobbles forward a bit, turning around to see Angelo with his gun pointing at him.

"Jesús Cristo! Just die already!" BANG! Bob fell to his knees with a fresh new bullet hole where his heart is; or where it should be.

Looking up at Angelo with a twisted grin he says, "I have situs inversus (a condition where the heart is located on the right side of your body versus the left) you immigrated bastard." BANG! He fell for the last and final time. Kicking his leg just to make sure he's dead, Angelo walks over his body. He looks over to see Victor barely getting back up. Turning around, Robert swung his arm down on the gun knocking it to the floor. With an annoyed look, Angelo brought his knee to Roberts gut. He fell back on the ground with a cough. The sound of police sirens is heard.

"Ah, crap." Running over to Victor, he helps him walk back to the car. "Come on! We got to get the hell out of here!" Robert just collapsed and started to lose consciousness. The last thing heard was Maya crying.

Now

Rob was leaning on the nightstand, tears streaking down his cheeks. He stands up strait, wiping his eyes while dawning a twisted grin. "Oh, tomorrow is going to be so much fun."

**

Morning came and Rob was up early to get to the Saints Hideout. Since it was down the street, he grabbed his things and walked there. Arriving in the back alley of the hideout, he stops to rub the sleep out of his eyes. The sound of a car approaching got his attention. It was Ty's Voxel. Coming to a stop, the car died down and Ty got out. He saw Rob standing there. "You're here early."

"You're here late." Rob replied. Ty noticed the bullet necklace he was wearing.

"You're wearing that again?" Ty said with concern.

Rob just shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? Doesn't seem right to keep it in a drawer all the time," he walks to the rallying point, "Now, come on. It's almost time to get started."

In the hideout, Saints were inspecting their new weaponry. Up on the top of the stairs the Boss spoke up. "I'm glad ya'll seem to like the new hardware the Brotherhood decided to hook us up with. Ya know, up until this point we've been toyin' with Maero... kill his b***h here, steal his money there...but I'm through playin'. We know where he lives, we have his guns, and I say it's time we take that mother(hub)er out, whatchu think?" The Saints all cheer and prepare to go.

"Hold up Ty. Over here." Rob and Ty walk over to a table with a cover.

"What is it man? We need to get going." Ty said with confusion.

"Remember the conversation we almost had yesterday? Well here it is: I was boating out west when I found this weird island with a cave. In this cave was this big V with a face in it with the word Volition under it. In front of it all was a phone. This phone allows me to do all sorts of things like change the weather, summon cars, money, and..." pulling the cover off the table, "guns." Ty was wide eyed and slack jawed at what he saw. Kobras, .50s, .44s, GAL 43s, SKR-9 Threats, XS-2 Ultimax,AR-50 XMAX w/ grenade launcher, AR200 SAW, and many other deadly weapons.

"Oh. Your. Gawd!" Ty said with great bewilderment. "But these are... but that can't... how did... Bull s**t you got all this from a phone."

"I am not b.s.ing my friend." Rob said with a grin on his face.

"But why this much fire power? We can take them out easily enough."

Rob looks at his partner in crime. "I want to make sure."

More confused than ever, Ty asks, "Make sure of what?"

Taking a deep breath, Rob answers, "I've heard rumors that the Brotherhood might just be some of the Carnales splintered off. If that's true, than I want to be ready to kill each and every one of them. That's why I was so eager to take part in this."

Ty looked at Rob deeply. He knew everything that happened all those years ago, and is surprised that Rob is still committed to this personal vendetta. "Robert, I..."

"Look," Rob interrupts him, "I know it might not give me peace of mind if I do this, heck I'm fully aware it won't, but it's just something I have to do. And--- Holy crap! We're the only ones still here!" All the other Saints were gone. "Alright, forget that emotional crap! Grab what you need and HAUL ASS!"

**

They arrive at the warehouses on the docks in time for the fight. Both Saints step out of the car with guns at hand. "Oh, thank god. We're not too late for the party." Rob says.

"Do you have a plan or do we just shoot them?" Ty asks.

Rob cocks his AR200 SAW. "That is the plan."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ty pulls out two GALs. "Works for me."

Twenty minutes later: The Saints (all of them, not just those two) have made great progress. The Brotherhood using RPGs was a bit of a drawback for them but it was dealt with. (Are you still reading this? Wow.) The two Saints that we are focused on are pinned by a group of Brotherhood on the third floor. Ty is down to using a .44, and Rob was using his golden .50. Both were taking cover outside of the door.

"How you holding up, Ty?" Rob shouts over the hail of gun fire.

Ty reloaded his gun and fired from his cover. "You think that phone of yours can restock our ammo?"

"I haven't checked all the cheats on it so I have no idea." Rob responds.

"Alright, throw whatever grenades you have left and..." Silence was all they heard now. "Why did they stop shooting?" Looking out to see what was happening; his response was that of horror. "RPG!"

BOOM!

Rob was knocked on his back almost getting directly hit by the rocket. He got himself off and grabbed his fedora off the ground. "That was close. You alright Ty?" he looks over, seeing his only friend on the floor, not moving. "Tyler!"

*Cough, cough* "You idiot! You could have taken the roof down on us." Someone said in the smoke. Turning to the voice with anger and blood lust, Rob reloads his gun and charges in. Spotting the one with the RPG he takes aim and shoots at his head, hitting his mark. Another saw him and tries to swing a sledgehammer at him. But Rob caught the hammer and pulls him in so he can grab his neck, running him to and out a window. After watching the poor hammer-swinger fall to his death, Rob is met with a bullet to the leg falling to his knees. Looking up he sees a girl Brotherhood member standing in front of him with a revolver. "Just die already." Aiming for his chest, she shoots at where his heart is. BANG! ; Or where his heart should be.

Looking up at her with a twisted grin Rob says, "I have situs inversus in case you were wondering." Aiming her gun at his head, she is met with the sound of; Click, click. Getting back on his feet, through the pain of his shot leg and his chest, Rob aims his pistol at her head. BANG! She went down like a sack of potatoes, as did Rob from blood loss. 'I think... I'm just gonna rest here... for a bit.' Darkness starts to consume him.

Five years ago

It has been three days since... what happened. Robert, after crying in those three days, was able to sneak out of the hospital to get back to, what used to be, his home. Signs of police activity were evident at the front door with yellow tape saying 'do not cross' across it. He opens the door to be greeted by silence. Two white etches lay on the floor to represent where his parents were murdered. Looking at the floor, he sees the gun that was used for such a task with a card with the number one on it. He walks over to the back door to look out at the yard where he last saw his baby sister. Maya is safe and in good hands now, in who's he'll never know. Now walking over to the gun he picks it up and sees there's one bullet left, the one that was meant for him.

"When I find you Angelo, I'm going to make you pay. Even if I have to go through the entire Carnales, and when I do, this bullet will be the one that kills you." Before walking out the door, Rob grabs his father's fedora.

Angelo Lopez and Los Carnales were killed five days later by the 3rd Street Saints.

Now

The sound of a heart monitor can be heard nearby. Rob opens his eyes and looks to his left to see the machine checking his heart rate. Checking the rest of his surroundings proves that he was in a hospital, and not alone.

"Well, it's about time you woke up." Ty said with a smirk.

"I thought you were dead." Rob said.

"Me!? I just hit my head after the explosion. When I came to, I thought you were dead!"

Rolling his eyes, Rob asks, "And the Brotherhood?"

"Maero slipped away. But the Boss tracked him down and finished it." Ty answered. "How are you feeling?" It was his turn to ask questions.

"Me? Well besides getting shot at point blank, I feel great." He notices Ty looking at him with concern.

"That's not what I meant, Robert." He says.

Sigh. "I don't know. I mean I know it wouldn't have done anything for me but at least I know my family can finally rest." Scratching the top of his head he realizes something. "Actually I would feel better if I knew where my hat was." Ty pulls out the black fedora with the purple band and hands it to its rightful owner. "Thanks, bro. Now let's get out of here."

"The doctor said you need bed rest." Ty says.

"When the hell have I ever listened to the doctor?" The Saint said. "Besides we still got the Ronin and the Sons of Samedi left to deal with. But first we're heading back to Poseidon's Palace Casino." He announces.

"Why?" Ask Ty.

"To get my five grand back!"

"Cool, another 5k for me."

"Piss off."

And so, the two Saints leave the hospital to complete their personal goals (with Rob losing more money by the way) and continue to be part of Stilwater's solution, and most of its problems.

The End

Thank Gawd