Saints Row: The Third

Chapter 14 - The Belgian Problem

"What the hell is all this?" Matt asked himself as he looked at the man who was bound before him.

One of the huge men from the tanks downstairs was before them, but this one was different. He was alone, and bound by all fours with some kind of wires and capsule devices. They emitted a sinister glow, and the naked man just hung there with his head down. Upon hearing the people enter the room, he looked up in answer to Matt's question. 

"Phillipe likes his things custom-made, and for his brutes, I am the master pattern, you see." 

He spoke with a Russian sounding accent, and as he looked up, the veins in his huge body pulsed, and his bald head shone with the glow of his restraints. One of his eyes was brown, and the other was a bright blue. He appeared to be middle-aged, and a few wrinkles lined his face, which was screwed up into a scowl in distaste of his state. 

"Why are you still strung up if they already cloned your ass?" Pierce asked.

"The copies are flawed," the man continued, "they have my brawn but not my brain. I can help you."

"The last time a big naked dude said he could help me, it did not end well." Pierce stepped closer to Matt, mumbling to him so the man couldn't hear him. 

"What could he do anyway?" Shaundi asked, stepping up to the other side of Matt. "Those wires and shit are probably keeping him alive."

"Trust me," the huge man joined in, overhearing the whole conversation, "I'm still strong enough to kill Phillipe."

The three Saints exchanged looks for a second, and in unison stepped forward to shoot at the computers and wires, until the whole structure was weak enough for the man to break free. He dropped to the ground with a thud, and stood up straight, standing at least three heads above Matt, who was the tallest of the three. His muscles bulged in rage, and his unnaturally large body moved in such an intimidating manner that the Saints instantly questioned whether they could trust him or not, and the devastating results that could arise from such a situation. 

"You want some clothes, man?" Pierce asked casually.

"No time." the man said as he moved past the three friends. 

They moved behind him and followed him out of the room they were in. Pierce sighed and watched them for a moment before following. 

"Man, like I said, the last time a big naked dude..." Pierce mumbled. 

"This elevator will take us to the offices." the man said, moving into a wide-doored elevator. 

They went up a floor, and the door opened to a highly decorated room, and a red carpet floor that would lead them to their target.

"Follow me to Phillipe's office." the man said, barging past some guards and running onwards. 

"Seriously, man, if you want I can find you, like... A curtain or something." Pierce offered again.

"The human body is nothing to be ashamed of. Unless you have... Insecurities." 

"I'm good..." Pierce replied as the man barged through a door. 

"Hey man, you got a name?" Matt asked, changing the subject. 

"My name is Oleg Kirrlov."

"So, what did you do beore you were a glorified pin cushion?" Shaundi asked Oleg awkwardly.

"I think it's best for our friendship I never elaborate." Oleg replied simply. "Just know that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. As long as you oppose the Syndicate, you have nothing to fear from me."