Saints Row: The Third

Chapter 10 - Saints Trafficking

The Boss and Pierce later regrouped at the Saints penthouse. Matt laying on the couch, lazily staring up at the roof and thinking about what to do next when Pierce came through the elevator doors. Matt sat up, and Pierce approached him. 

"So, you gonna tell me what was in those safety deposit boxes or not?" Matt asked impatiently.

"Nah, man. You gotta wait. I got some other shit for us to do first." 

"Pierce..."

"No, just trust me, Boss. I'm waiting for the right moment." 

"Fine." Matt sighed. "What have you got for us?" 

"Well, Ultor sent over a couple pallets of Saints merch. Maybe we should do a little advertising around town. You know, pimp the Saints in Steelport." 

"I'd really rather go after Loren than try and sell shit to our fans on the street, you know." 

"Come on, man. We need money, they have money. They'll buy from us, definitely." 

"Don't we have a PR department for that?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"People go crazy over actual celebrities promoting themselves!" Pierce said excitedly.

"So you're saying it has to be me?" 

"Oh, I'll do the selling, Boss. You just get my back. And I have the perfect places to hit." 

"Alright, let's go." Matt began, standing up from the couch. 

The two friends walked to the elevator, and got in. Matt strapped his pistol to his belt, and slung a shotgun over his shoulder one way, and an assault rifle the other way. It was his standard, these days. He didn't want to take any more chances when it came to his friends' lives. 

"Wait, why am I watching your back? Aren't you just selling this shit?" Matt asked, turning to Pierce.

"Yeah, we're just selling. But you see, the Syndicate ain't too happy about us being here in the first place. Expanding our market in Steelport and gaining a following is likely to make the Syndicate think we're here to take over. Which we kinda are.  The Morningstar are all around Steelport, and if they catch us cruising around - particularly building up our popularity - they're not gonna just sit there and let it go." 

"Good point..." Matt mumbled, stepping out of the elevator as it opened. 

"I'll drive." Pierce said, getting into the driver's seat of his new car.

Matt got in the other side, taking the assault rifle off his back, and holding it at the ready. Pierce pulled out of the underground garage and began driving down the road. Matt frowned in thought for a moment. Pierce picked up on his unusual silence.

"You okay dude?" 

"You know where Shaundi's at? I haven't heard from her all day." Matt looked to Pierce, who shrugged.

"I haven't seen her. I'm sure she's fine. She's a strong girl." Pierce assured him.

"I know. I'll give her a call later and just check up on her." 

Pierce nodded, looking back to the road. He took a few turns, and ended up near Sunset Park. 

"So how do we know where to sell?" Matt asked. 

"Let's cut right to the heart of this shit and hit the Morningstar territory." 

"And... How do you know where that is?" 

"The documents we got with those keys gave up a whole lot."

"Ballsy... I like it. What sort of things do we have to sell off?"