Saints Row: The Third

Chapter 28 - Let's Start A Riot!

A/N: (yes, another one. I know I'm annoying). I currently have a full time job and find it hard to get time to update, so here's a little random in-between chapter I made up. Enjoy!

Also please check out "Sand & Blood" if you haven't; it's my best Saints Row work yet, and it's now COMPLETED!

Having recovered from his toxic night out with Zimos, Matt was again ready for action. It was around three in the morning, and he had just recently woken up, showered and dressed himself properly. Nodding to himself in his bathroom mirror, he stepped out of his room to the never-ending party raging on the main floor of the Saints' recently acquired penthouse - courtesy of the Morningstar.

Smiling at the action below, he began to notice a familiar feeling rising up within himself, one that had been ever-present prior to Johnny's death. He wanted to kill, and cause mayhem. And by the looks of his riled up crew before him, they felt the same way.

Thinking about what he could to to cause chaos, Matt walked down the stairs and out into the crisp morning air to stand on the helipad, looking over the luminous city of Steelport as he had often found himself doing since arriving in the sinful city.

"What can I do?" he mumbled to himself.

He didn't want to cause any more trouble with the rivaling gangs he faced, lest he cause trouble for his crew. The military, however, were always on their case, and he saw nothing wrong with fucking around with them a little.

"What can I do..." he mumbled again, thinking this time of how he could successfully and creatively take on the military.

"Boss? Whatchu doin' out here in the cold?"

Matt turned to see Pierce waltzing towards him, his plastic cup raised in the air in acknowledgement. His more than usual over the top demeanor and his staggered steps told Matt he had clearly been up in that party all night. Matt chuckled, taking the beer cup out of Pierce's hand and swallowing the half-cup of liquid down in one gulp.

"The fuck, man? I was drinkin' that!" Pierce whined, only to Matt's amusement.

"I know, but I was thirsty," Matt shrugged, changing the subject immediately, "so Pierce, tell me. If you wanted to have fun and fuck with the military, how would you do it? Uniquely, of course, nothing too obvious."

"Well," Pierce began matter-of-factly, his drunken state throwing his mind into disarray, "I'd dig tunnels, of course!"

"Tunnels?" Matt folded his arms, smirking at his friend.

"Yeah! Like, build tunnels under the ground and place dynamite or some shit like dat then blow the fuck outta them!" Pierce moved his hands and made an odd noise trying to act out the explosion.

"You know, that's actually a great idea, it'd be awesome. Except the base is on an island, so that throws that out the window."

"Not necessarily," a female voice sounded from up the stairs, and both men turned to look.

"In fact, it'd be rather easy, if you had a genius hacker on your side like myself," Kinzie shrugged, stepping lightly down towards them, a laptop balanced on her right forearm, the glow illuminating her face and reflecting in her glasses.

"Oh, and what do you propose, miss 'genius hacker'?" Matt smirked again, raising an eyebrow as Kinzie glared at him.

"Don't doubt my skills. At my level of technological expertise, your jokes can't even begin to reach the caliber of humor, because it is so far from the truth," Kinzie smiled as Matt and Pierce stared blankly, not having a clue what she had just said, "anyway, like I was saying, if you want to mess with the military - which is a bad idea, I must say, but it'd be beneficial because the Luchadores have a close relationship with the military for some reason - then the solution is simple. It begins with Luchador disguises."

"Sabotaging an alliance? Sounds like fun. What do you propose?" Matt let his arms fall back to his side as he gazed curiously at Kinzie's wild eyes.

"I say you dress like a couple of Luchadores, just a small team, then go into the military base. I've hacked enough of their systems to know the Luchadores do a lot of underground weapon dealings, and I can make them think you're there to pick them up.

"So once you're in, they'll lead you to a hidden bunker - I have blueprints of the whole island - and you take out the guard. There'll only be one inside at the time with you, and only one of you can go in. It helps to lower suspicion. So while you dispatch the guard inside, the others can kill the few guards outside, and then you're free to take whatever weapons you like, and blow up the rest.

"I'll give you a few powerful satchel charges, and you place them on the stuff in that bunker. Trust me, there's even mini-nukes and huge bombs down there. Setting this off in that bunker will destroy their entire weapons storage on the island, so I'd take what you want first.

"Then you sneak out, but just before you escape make sure some people have seen you, so they think the Luchadores have betrayed them and that will destroy the alliance, stop supply of weapons to rival gangs and give the military a new focus other than the Saints."

Matt and Pierce both stared in awe as Kinzie explained her plan, barely taking a breath between words, and Matt eventually felt a grin creep over his face, and he ran over and hugged her.

"Kinzie, you're right, you are a genius!" he yelled, his voice echoing out over the sleeping city.

"I know," Kinzie replied after their embrace, sliding her glasses up her nose, smirking, "I really am."