Antoine and Eva left the gun boutique and reported back to the Syndicate headquarters, Viola and Kiki waited at Phillipe's side as the two entered the room. Matt Miller played with his phone as usual and Killbane was too busy flexing in the mirror as he tried not to rip open his black and green suit.
"How's the shop?" Phillipe asked as cigarette smoke escaped his lips.
Antoine removed his sunglasses. "The thieves didn't get that far, they only took a few crates of pistols." "I called Sebastian and he says new guns will be coming in later on tonight."
Phillipe got up from his chair and approached the two with the twins trailing along beside him, Antoine kept eye contact as his boss took a draw on his cigarette and exhaled a billow of smoke, Eva looked down at the floor and glanced at Phillipe from time to time. "And how much damage was done?"
"Not much, just bullet holes piercing the paint, a few overturned crates but not really any serious damage," Eva spoke up as she made eye contact with Phillipe, she almost forgotten that Phillipe was injured as he was an eyepatch from the scuffle on the plane.
"Not what I wanted to hear, but no matter at you two managed to keep the store safe." Phillipe walked pass the two back to his desk and sat down. "You two are dismissed." A cloud of smoke filled the air around Phillipe.
Antoine and Eva turned to the leave when they were interrupted, they both stopped simultaneously waiting for Philippe's orders.
"Don't forget the main point of this mission, take down the Saints at all costs." "Yes, boss" Antoine and Eva responded as they left the meeting room.
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No Place Like Steelport (Saints Row Fanfiction)
FanfictionAfter taking a wrong turn from Manhattan, New York, Eva Roman finds herself in a city of sinful pleasures and corruption called Steelport. Under control of the Syndicate, an organized crime operation ran by international arms dealer Phillipe Loren...
