Of course, I know I've already posted this fic. I had so many errors I had to redo them and redeem my self…I'm redoing every chapter from this fic, and every chapter from the others. This is first because my new friend ScarletRoses15 is making a sequel for me. Truthfully, she's a much better writer than I; I'm a bit of a n00b. But in the mean time enjoy!
"I can't believe I'm doing this…" I growled to myself as I dressed up for my 'meeting'. I put on my S.T.A.G. bulletproof vest, and over it a plain white t-shirt covered by a purple basketball jersey with a large thirteen on the front and back, and slipped into my twenty first century jeans with some purple and black running shoes. I then walked into the bathroom and gelled my hair into a feathered executive style, then shaved my facial hair into a short goatee. When I finished, I studied myself in the mirror, trying to see if I fit the part I was meant to play. "Good enough…" I thought.
As I walked out the door to my penthouse apartment, I glanced at my saints luxury watch and noticed I was an hour and a half late for my rendezvous. "Shit…" I muttered to myself, and then drove off hurriedly in my customized Voxel, painted saints purple with golden rims and black tinted windows.
As I approached my destination, a bar called "the broken shillelagh," (A/N: I know I probably spelled that wrong…) I immediately noticed my target, the most prominent gang member in Stillwater AND Steelport; the leader of the third street saints. He wore a fine suit in black and purple and a black fedora with a purple stripe across. He seemed well-built, and pretty burly. I hadn't seen him in years, and boy was he was a sight for sore eyes.
"Yo boss, where the fuck is this guy?"
I could recognize that voice anywhere; that was the boss' right hand, the trigger-happy Johnny gat. I knew him from the news reports and newspaper articles. He was the criminal who had been convicted of over three hundred and fifty murders. He had been put on the death sentence, but his boss broke him out. Though I had heard of him, I had never seen him in person before, not even when I-.
"He'll be here in a minute," the boss said to him, my ears finally at attention to the sound of his voice.
"Who is this guy we're waitin' for, anyway?" asked another male lieutenant. I didn't know who he was, nor could I see him or the other lieutenant from where I was standing. By this point I was hiding by the door, trying to listen for information crucial to my mission. The boss grunted grumpily before he replied. "You'll find out who we're waitin' for if you just wait…" he replied, this time more agitated.
"Yeah but what if he doesn't even show up?" pried the saint.
This time the boss said nothing, giving the man an icy stare that could give the toughest men chills. I felt myself shudder. As the boss turned his attention to the entrance of the bar, I heard the lieutenant whine, "Why you gotta be like that?" then folded his arms across his chest and lean back in defeat.
When I seen gat and the female lieutenant giggle at the saint's defeat, I found that I had been laughing too. I decided that this was going nowhere, and started toward the group of outlaws. As I got closer and closer, I noticed that the annoyed look on the boss' face had completely turned exited and pleasant. "Hey, what took you so long?" he asked eagerly.
"Got held up in traffic," I lied. "When you're as close to a criminal mastermind as I am, people are gonna ask questions and you bet your ass I'm gonna get pulled over a lot." My alibi seemed to please the gang leader because he simply nodded his head and began to introduce me. "Boys, this is my old friend Robert Martinez." He began.
I hated the fact that my name wasn't intimidating, so I intervened, "My friends call me Rob."
Rob wasn't perfect, but it was better than "Robert," or "Robbie."
"Hey," they all said in unison.
"Rob, this is Johnny gat, Pierce Washington, and Shaundi."
I gave a slight wave to each gang member, and then I felt weird when waving to the girl. She wore purple spandex, a purple tank top, and a black and white jacket over it. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, and her bangs were blowing the air. Her lips were a stunning shade of pink and her eyes were a beautiful hazel color—she was breathtaking. I thought it was nothing, and sat in the booth next to the boss. I guess he saw me looking at her, because he leaned in next to me and said, "Be careful, she's a fireball." Then chuckled. I didn't know how to reply, so I laughed back with a scoff. "As if," I whispered back.
"So what brings you to Steelport?" asked Johnny.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't think anybody would ask me something like that, as foolish as it was. "Umm…" I stammered
Just then, my phone rang. I groaned and said, "I gotta take this," and started off into the bathroom. When I got in, I locked the door and made sure nobody else was there. "What do you want?" I growled.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite mole was doing," he said.
"Go to hell!" I hissed back.
"Now, now, is that anyway to talk to your commander?" he asked smugly.
"You're not my boss, Cyrus" I said, anger rising. "You're just lucky I-"
"Lucky is right" he interrupted. "I was making sure you didn't forget about our little deal." He sneered.
"Fuck off; I know what I'm doing!" I shouted before Cyrus could repeat the shameful deal I had to make with him.
"Then don't forget that if you don't hold up your end of the bargain, I'll send your ass right back to-" I hung up the phone; I didn't want to be reminded of how I was betraying my friends. I left the bathroom to see a long line of men waiting outside the door. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you," I joked. Though the men kept glaring at me, making me feel embarrassed. With an awkward chuckle, I returned to the booths to see the gang again, who were awaiting my return.
Sliding back into the booth, I got the third-degree from Johnny. "Who was that?" he asked.
"Nobody, just my boss…" I answered.
The other chapters will be redone a bit later, I've just got too much on my plate right now and thought I'd get this out of the way before I change my mind.