shaundis row

a unfriendly welcome

An Unfriendly Welcome

Upon landing in Steelport, Shaundi's mind was filled with mixed feelings.

On one hand, she had been personally promoted by the boss himself to become the new leader of the Third Street Saints, which made her extremely excited.

On the other hand, the result of her promotion had been the deaths of her two best friends, her former boss and Johnny Gat, at the hands of Phillipe Loren and The Syndicate, which made her extremely pissed off.

While reminiscing about what had transpired earlier, her phone had begun to violently vibrate as she checked the caller ID. Despite the fact that his name was not on her list of contacts, Phillipe's name was listed on her lock screen. She immediately tapped the ignore button, prompting the Belgian man to leave a haunting message in her voicemail, which played in-sync as he recorded the message live.

"The bodies of Mr. Gat and your former boss will be messages for all who oppose The Syndicate. There is no mercy, only death. Don't mourn your friends; you will be joining them soon."

The message ended shortly thereafter.

Loren's going to pay for this, Shaundi thought to herself as she walked over to the nearest ATM machine to withdraw money. Once I get my hands on him, I'm gonna rip him a new asshole for what he did to Johnny and the boss. There's no way in Hell he's getting away with this.

Normally, the Saints' bank account would be filled with millions of dollars, mainly due to them being worldwide celebrities and having filled out their partnership with the Ultor Corporation a few years ago after killing off Dane Vogel back in Stilwater, but to Shaundi's utter shock, the Saints' bank account had somehow been completely emptied, courtesy of Matt Miller, unbeknownst to her. In the end, not even a single penny remained on their account. This conflict prompted Shaundi to curl up her hand in a fist and punch the ATM's screen as hard as she could.

With this, she instead decided to search for nearest parked car, and once she settled on finding a Torch, she opened the driver's door, sat in the driver's seat, pulled up a map of Steelport on her iPhone, and set a GPS destination for her ex's apartment. She then proceeded to ignite the car's engine, and decided to turn on the radio to hopefully take her mind off of today's events with some music. Fittingly enough, the radio had been tuned to station 106.66, otherwise known as The Blood, and the first song that immediately played was "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed. It was one of her favorite songs, and it helped her mood greatly as she professionally wove in and out of oncoming traffic.

However, the progress of her mood becoming increasingly positive was unfortunately cut short when she caught a glimpse of red and blue flashing lights in her rear view mirror that grew closer and closer with each passing second, signaling that someone was on her tail.

"Shit, like I really wanted to deal with the fucking cops right now!" Shaundi sarcastically shouted in anger, the sounds of the sirens and the simultaneously pounding bass of Disturbed's famous song making her eardrums wanting to explode in the process.

Without any hesitation, she shifted the Torch into its cruise control mode, allowing the gas pedal to do its work on its own as she rolled down her window and stuck her head out, pulling the .45 Shepherd she retrieved from the plane out of her holster and pointed it at the police car that was quickly gaining speed. Shaundi then pulled the pistol's trigger, hoping the bullet would meet the head of the driver, but instead it met the windshield, causing damage to the glass as it shattered, but not quite reaching the target she had intended.

Despite the broken windshield and the driver behind the police car now being a more noticeable target, the car itself was again gaining speed, weaving in and out of traffic much like Shaundi had done so earlier. The officer in the passenger's seat chose to reply to her bullet with a bullet of his own, courtesy of his KA-1 Kobra. It wasn't as powerful as the .45 Shepherd she wielded, but it was far more efficient when it came to the shooter's accuracy. The provided accuracy of the KA-1 Kobra was utilized when the officer fired a bullet at the right rear tire of Shaundi's Torch, flattening the rubber right when she was about to make a right turn and instead causing her to collide with the nearest bus that was headed in the same direction.