Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart

Untitled Part 74

~*Rounds Square Shopping Center, Intersection.*~

Sirens blared loudly, pedestrians screaming, talking sounds like she's underwater, the smell of gas, the tinkling of glass. 'Hard to breathe, head hurts, it's cold. Why am I feeling... Oh shit!'

"Miss, just hang on. Can you tell us your name?"

"Ja... James..."

~*Purgatory.*~

There were two days until the wedding and Ky was at her desk with piles of paperwork waiting for her to read over. For the days she had been gone, it had piled up. Much more than she realized. Maybe she had been slacking a bit. There was shit on what the Brotherhood has, shit the Ronin has, and what they, The Saints, have or what it was they had. When they forced the Samedi out, they took over the drug ring. That wasn't the problem: the inventory, stock of weapons they seized from the Samedi were missing, during the attacks the Brotherhood stole some.

Now Kyouki needed to organize the crew to find where they had stashed them. They needed another site to drop close by but obscure that, in case of another scuffle, they would lose nothing.

She sat with a thought that tiptoed in, wondering if Donnie knew where the other hideouts of the Brotherhood were, if they had others.

Her people were looking, Carlos' people were looking, but the red metal heads seemed to just vanished off the streets for now. Ky had a sinking feeling that Shogo would have a hand in with the monstrously large gang leader.

"Nah. He wouldn't, Uncle would have clued me in. Wait. No, no. He wouldn't. Shogo can't be that dumb." Kyouki shook her head. She needed to sort this mess she had out.

No days off.

It seemed to be what was going on now that Maero was free to walk the streets. Ky hoped she would have heard from Troy by now. He seemed to be busy. She would have to go in person at some point.

Tomorrow she would be busy, so that would be a no go, she can go to his house on Saturday. Noting that what she plans to do, she went back to work. She needed to get this done. Gat was going to be spending time at Ramon's house and Ish was hanging with Kyouki.

Ky was still poring over the paperwork in front of her, pen in hand, a notebook jotting down money cost. She needed an accountant. "Hm." came from her once every so often.

Extortion, robbery, protection rackets, and arms trafficking. That was what was in the reports, and what she found in the database, of the police HQ and from Carlos and his crew. Wedging her way into getting the locations and items stolen, as well as their shit, was now the task. Thoughts interrupted when Pierce had come in with another stack of papers in hand, grinning ear to ear.

Kyouki raised an eyebrow and just watched as he placed himself in the chair across from her. "Oh, come the hell on in. I'm doing nothing in particular. Have a fuckin seat. What is it Pierce? I'm working." She bit out. Ky then went back to reading. She was almost done–still early enough for the sun to be up, and needed to check up on a few more things before she met up with Johnny about tomorrow.

"Nothing much Boss, just the accounts from the last two weeks, and with numbers looking this good, I think it is time we... You could start investing in a few things." He waved the stack he held in his hand.

Ky looked up and waited for the man to continue before she kicked him out. She was already having a nagging feeling and didn't need Pierce's chipper attitude to spoil her already decent mood.

The dark-skinned man cleared his throat. "Right, well, the profits from the Loa Dust are turning out great. The designer drug is a hot topic now that we turned them into edibles. I saw this shop that could be a front, it is down by the University... We could buy it and make twice as much."