Saints Row: The Third

Chapter 1 - I'm Free - Free Falling

Matt shook his head in anger as he saw his friends. The police on either side of him that were escorting him to his cell laughed at his reaction of seeing that his friends had also been captured - an act that was repaid by a kick to the shins. One of the policemen then punched him hard in the stomach, making him double over before they threw him into the cell with his friends, releasing the handcuffs that were restricting him. He turned to hit them again, but they instantly slammed the cell door shut behind him, locking it up before walking out and leaving the three Saints to their fate. 

"The fuck is this? We paid up this month." Matt called out, stopping the police in their tracks. 

"Someone paid more." one answered before walking out of the room. 

Matt grunted and slid down the cell wall to sit on the ground. He looked to Gat and Shaundi, who were watching him, in hope that he had a plan to escape. He just shook his head and looked down at the ground in defeat. All three of them had been in prison before, but none particularly had an easy time. The Boss was in a coma, and upon waking got straight to his violent, bloody escape. Gat had been sentenced to death last time he was in prison, and Shaundi.. Well, she was Shaundi. 

Shaundi shook her head and looked down as well, and the three sat in silence for a while before Gat spoke up.

"What happened?" 

"We got arrested." Shaundi answered bluntly. 

Matt just raised his head to look at his friend - he knew he didn't mean the arrest.

"No, to us. Birk's right - we traded our dicks in for pussies. Seriously.. Movie deals? Commercials? The Saints name used to mean something more than body spray and some ass-tasting energy drink." Gat responded, his tone heating up. 

"The brand's worth a shitload of money.." Matt responded, sensing the disappointment in his friend's voice. 

"Is that what it's all about?" Gat said quietly, averting his gaze from his Boss.

Matt felt a stab of guilt in his chest as he remembered that it was his own doing that lead the Saints to being the "corporate whores" they were today. He quite often felt that he'd disgraced the Saints' name by selling it out to the public, but he had a family to provide for, and he was getting that money through the Saints/Ultor company. Before he could open his mouth to speak, a female voice sounded from the door.

"It's always about the money, Mr. Gat." 

The Saints hadn't even noticed the woman standing in the doorway, or the entourage of the red clad guards that they had fought at the bank. 

"Which is precisely why our employer wishes to speak with you." 

The woman was one of the most beautiful the Boss had ever seen. She stood in the doorway, hand on her hip as the others stood on either side of her. She was tall, but slim. She was dressed in a long sleeved grey dress, with black tights underneath, and high black boots. Her hair was pulled back, except for a few strands that hung on either side of her face. A pair of white sunglasses sat on her head, matching the shining silver chain-belt she wore around her waist, a single embellished star hanging from a thin chain upon it. Her expression turned to a smirk at the Saints' reaction as a second girl entered the room, dressed exactly like the first, the same black hair and piercing gaze, but a pair of pink sunglasses instead of white ones on her head.

"If you will indulge us?" the second one spoke. 

"Do we have a choice?" Matt spat. 

The first woman that had spoken to them just smiled as a guard unlocked the cage, and she pulled out a pistol, swiftly hitting him over the head with it, knocking him unconscious.