The Boss Finally Meets Their Match

Male Boss POV…

I woke up and immediately realized that I was no alone. Leaning my head up just enough to look around, I found that the room was in shambles, everything was tossed about, clothes and any other dresser related goods. The only saving grace was that the wall-mounted flat screen was still on the wall. Good thing too, flat screen T.V.'s aren't exactly inexpensive to us yet.

The next detail I immediately noticed was the arm and leg that was draped over my body. Looking down I saw the auburn hair of the Boss and that was enough to remind me of the… unique… flashbacks of the previous night. Hell, now that I think about it, my waist was a little sore and my back felt like it was clawed like nobody's business. This was turning out to be a very interesting stay here in Steelport.

I swiftly removed myself from her grip and slipped out of bed. Finally on my feet, I moved about the room and picked up parts of my usual outfit here and there before I was able to create a full ensemble. A purple tank top with silver Fleur-de-lis on the chest, a pair of black jeans and some basic white and blue tennis shoes. I'd prefer a jacket of some sort but it looked like a hurricane hit the room and I'd be damned if I'd waste my time looking for just one jacket in this mess.

I walked out of the room and began making my way downstairs. Seeing as the Boss cut of my intake of violence and bloodshed yesterday, I was really feeling the need to shoot something right now. Immediately, that French fuck came to mind and I'd be damned if I was going to go another day without at least coming close to killing that prick. Luckily for me, Pierce was laid out on the couch reading a magazine. What better way to start the day than to say hi to one of my favorite information specialists…

"Pierce, we've waited long enough. Now we go for Loren."

Now, I know I said what better way to start the day than say hello but hell, when was I ever one for following plans? At this point I expected Pierce to whine or complain about what I said, you know, flail his arms a bit and whine about it all. Today must've been a day for firsts because his answer completely threw me off.

"Won't be easy. That whole tower's gotta be crawling with Morningstar."

"Pierce, I know you… wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, 'Won't be easy. That whole tower's gotta be crawling with Morningstar.' You hard at hearing today or something, Boss?"

He looked at me questioningly, his right eyebrow raised in curiosity, and I looked back as if I'd have just seen the abnormal. Pierce… Agreeing with a plan of violent ambition? Has hell frozen over or something?

"Right… it's nothing Pierce. Anyway, since when have we done things the easy way?"

"True. So what's the plan?"

"Kill everyone we see and find Loren?"

"Makes sense. Sometimes I forget that your plans are always the most straightforward ones. No espionage? No reconnaissance? No infiltration?"

"Pierce, stop being a bitch and get in the mindset to shoot people in cold, hard, unadulterated murder."

"Boss," Pierce responded, raising his arm in a mock salute. I glared at him for a moment, but shook it off. I didn't have time to be getting pissed over the small stuff. Then again, this was Pierce we were talking about…

"Thinking?" Pierce asked me, which made me realize I had subconsciously put my hand under my chin in thought. I quickly dropped the pose and got back around to business.

"It's nothing. Get ready, I'll call Shaundi."

"You got it."

Pierce dropped his magazine, leaving the page open and allowing me a quick look at what he was reading as he walked away to prepare for our mission. I smiled softly, or rather it was a smile of pity, as I shook my head.

"Oh, Pierce… narcissistic enough to read about yourself, eh?"

I walked over to the window and pulled out my phone. The sky was cloudless and the sun was beaming down heavily on the pool area. Perhaps I should take a relaxing break at the pool before I head out to kill this asshole…

Shaking the thought from my mind I dialed a few numbers into my phone and raised it to my ear, waiting for the dial tone to disappear before I was sure Shaundi was on the other line.

"Shaundi. It's time."

"Just tell me where to be."

"The penthouse."

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch..."

"Don't worry, he won't get away this time."

"You bet your ass he won't."

"Shaundi… watch your mouth. Or perhaps I should have Gat lecture you on when to use that foul mouth of yours…"

There was silence on the phone for a moment and I smiled, though I knew I was beside myself at this point.

"Too far, Shaundi?"

"…Yeah."

"Would it help if I said I'm sorry?"

"Just make sure Loren dies today."

"Can do."

"Good."

"Oh, and Shaundi. Relay this information to Gat as well. I'm sure he wants another swing at the Frenchie."

"On it, Boss."

I hung up the phone and slid it back into my pocket. I exhaled heavily, letting my eyes droop a little as I let my shoulders drop and clasped my hands behind my back. The skyline of Steelport looked so calming today. Thought that big red blip in the center of said skyline needs to be remodeled… or removed. Speaking of things being removed, I needed to make another phone call. Looking out to the city of Steelport I raised my phone to my ear once more…

A couple hours later... "I think that that gun there is a little big for you…"

I turned to look as Pierce attempted to remove the big, intimidating machine gun from the arms of someone who was probably more suited for the gun than Pierce was. I really hoped I wouldn't lose a lieutenant today… at least not at the hands of another Saint…

"Give me the goddamn gun, Pierce," Shaundi said, needless to say frustrated at the fact that Pierce was belittling her. Even he should know by now that Shaundi can more than hold her own.

"Okay..."

Shaundi, Pierce, Gat, the Boss and I finished readying up with our own unique weapon sets. The Boss and I looked into each others eyes and nodded, we definitely weren't lacking in compatibility. We turned to the rest of the group, it was time to become the head of this operation.

"Let's give that motherfucker what's comin' to him."

We headed down to the garage and jumped into the biggest vehicle we could find… A van fit for five. I took the wheel and the Boss took shotgun, as if anyone was going to argue with her, and Gat and Shaundi took a window with Pierce in the middle. I hope we didn't have to bail out the vehicle because Pierce probably wouldn't make it…

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Pierce?" I asked back as I drove through the hectic crowd that was Steelport traffic. Either every driver had a fleeting premonition or traffic was always this reckless.

"Me? Shouldn't you be asking Shaundi that?"

"Pierce, don't feel bad when I say this, but Shaundi could kick your ass, indefinitely. Right now, you're at the bottom of the Saints Chain, so, as your Boss, it is my responsibility to make sure you're physically ready for this."

"Man, why you gotta be like that…? I can handle myself in a firefight…"

"Alright, I was just checking. I hope you're all ready for this. Loren and his whole damn Syndicate is going to wither and burn, today."

"I think we'll need to do a little more than kill one guy to do that…" Shaundi quietly states.

"You know that bomb we stole? You know, the one we swindled out of the hands of the military faction based here in Steelport? The one from a few chapters ago? Well, there you go."

We were able to drive in silence for a moment as I started nearing the Syndicate tower. Of course, when you travel with the Saints, let alone all the leaders of the gang, silence doesn't exactly always last.

"How hard do you think finding Phillipe will be?"

The Boss, as if reading my thoughts, answered for me.

"He'll be on the top floor. I think it's in the criminal mastermind rulebook or something. He's read it, I've read it… Nothing can possibly go wrong with that assumption."

"You think he's gonna be that cliché?"

"Doesn't matter. We're killing everyone in there," Gat said, breaking his silence for the first time since we set off. Perhaps getting closer to the action was making him more inclined to speak.

We had arrived at the tower by now, entering the loading bay area. Personally, I had never thought that waiting for the little bar to raise for the car would be so tedious but we made it. At the last bar there was a lone Syndicate gang member at the security check station. Time to see if our luck's run out or not. I pulled up to the checkpoint and tapped the brakes.

"Um, hi, I don't think we're expecting any deliveries today," he said as he lowered his glasses to inspect his clipboard. He scrunched his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. That look was never good at times like these. It was at times like these that I found it a good thing to always have my free hand on my gun.

"Oh, wait, you're delivery is right here. All I need is the password and you can go in," He said, smiling at the car.

"The… password?" I asked, shocked. Who asks for passwords on delivery anymore?

"Yes, the password. You do know the password… don't you?"

I looked to the rest of the car, earning irritated shrugs from everyone in the car. Gat, of course, held his own response…

"Oh my fucking gosh, there is no goddamn password, just let us in the fucking garage. We've got things to do, people to murder!"

"Gat!" I yelled, but it was too late, the man outside had heard everything.

"Alright, you're clear to go in," the man said opening the gate for us to go in. We didn't mean to stay there for a few seconds, staring at him incredulously, but it just seemed too unlikely we got the password right on the first try.

"Excuse me?" I asked, voicing the question we all had in mind.

"Yes?" the gatekeeper replied.

"That was the password?" I asked, wide eyed.

"Yes," the man replied with a smile, "Funny how you're teammate has the same name of that celebrity my Boss killed on the plane ride into Steelport. Small world, huh?"

He opened the gate for us and motioned for us to pass through. No more than five feet away though he yelled, "Hey!" Immediately my gun was out the window and I blindly fired a shot over my shoulder, hitting the stomach of my target. I was an excellent shot today. I looked back out the window as he slumped to the ground slowly, holding his stomach. Usually, I'd have smiled but he looked downright confused so, needless to say, so was I. Initially, I thought he yelled since he knew who we were but that theory was thrown out the window when he said his final words.

"I just wanted to know where you got that car from…"

No obstacles between us and the garage now and a dead, seemingly innocent Syndicate member's death on my conscience. I swear I was just drowning in tragic luck today…

I sped into the garage and, low and behold, it was filled with Syndicate criminals all ready and able to aim big guns at us. I skillfully crashed behind some of their cars on the far side of the garage before everyone was able to safely get out, taking cover behind their expensive cars and regrouping our strike force.

"You sure the crew has the right address for our delivery?" I yelled to Pierce over the gun fire, moving from cover to cover and ever closer to the elevator.

"It's all taken care of. Soon as we make sure the loading dock is clear, they'll drive it in," Pierce calmly replied, regardless of the fact that one wrong move and he'd get his head blown off.

"The crew's holding back, right? I don't want the giant bomb near a firefight."

"It's all taken care of. Soon as we make sure the loading dock is clear, they'll drive it in," Pierce said before diving behind a support beam in the garage.

"They ain't fucking around here!" Pierce yelled out as he tried to regain his bearings.

"Shit, they have snipers in here!" Shaundi yelled out next. Gat, the Boss and I all realized this as well when lasers we're busy traveling around each of us. The three of us nodded to each other before dashing off to three separate sections of the garage, leaving Pierce and Shaundi to hold the center.

"You think all packages are this hard to drop off here?" Pierce asked Shaundi, dragging one of the Syndicate over his shoulder before firing a few rounds into their head.

"Ha ha. Can you just shoot them?" Shaundi asked, gunning down multiple Syndicate goons at once. Compare her now to her in Stilwater and she's made a drastic improvement.

"Geez, girl. I was just trying to make idle chitchat."

"Idle chitchat is for when we're, well, idle! Not in the middle of a gunfight where one wrong move puts you in the position of corpse of the day!"

"Quiet! Both of you! I'll put you both in timeout…" the Boss yelled to our two bickering lieutenants as she made it to the snipers' location and tackled them off their high standing, landing on them as she neared and collided with the ground. She fired a round right into the center of their head just to be sure they were dead. Gat and I merely just put our own sniper out of commission with a few bullets. After all, the quickest way to another person's death was a clip of bullets into their body.

We regrouped at the middle of the garage where Shaundi and Pierce were waiting amidst the pile of Syndicate corpses. Before another word could be said, a big thud was heard and we all turned to face the… derpy, maybe... face of yet another Syndicate Brute.

"I swear, why can't anything just ever be a textbook event anymore?" I asked no one particular as I readied my pistol.

"That big guy really doesn't want us to get inside…" Pierce said as he readied his gun as well.

The Brute reared its head back before it started charging at us. We literally emptied our entire clips into him before he fell to one knee. Seeing as I was to slow to land the definitive blow, Gat ran off from our group and kneed the Brute in the face, knocking it onto its back. He then unloaded onto it with his fists with hard swings from both arms before jamming a grenade into its mouth. He then jumped off of it.

"Merry Christmas you filthy animal!" he yelled before the Brute slowly raised its head to seemingly look Gat in the eyes.

"…And a Happy New Year…" he finished with little more than a low growl before the grenade blew off the head of the Brute.

"Well done, Gat," I said, patting him on the back.

"Here's our delivery now..." Pierce said, earning our attention as we watched two trucks drive in with curious eyes. One truck held the bomb, no doubt, and the other must have been the escape vehicle. I can live with that…

"Pierce, arm it…" the Boss said as she reloaded her pistol.

"Already on it. The bomb's set and the clock's ticking..."

"Why didn't we wait to do that until after we kill Loren?" Shaundi asked, earning dumbfound looks from everyone but Gat.

"That's... a really good question. We should move," Pierce stated, a bit of panic in his voice.

"I think the bomb makes this a more enjoyable and fun challenge," Gat said, basically out of nowhere.

"Right!" the Boss and I quickly agreed. We weren't sorry a bit in the slightest for leaving Pierce to suffer in his bad decision. Our gang ay have been named the Saints, but we weren't even close to always setting that example.

We all ran to the elevator before Pierce took control and we headed up. It was a straight shot to Loren's office from here. Murder and castration were on our minds and Loren was the primary target. Nothing could stop us now. We were on an unstoppable path. We-

The elevator jerked to a stop and we all looked at Pierce questioningly. He just ruined each of our monologues'… and I say each because, let's face facts, we were all doing it.

"What'd you do?" Shaundi asked, frustrated.

"It wasn't me! It just stopped," Pierce said back quickly, defending himself.

"Did you really expect to just waltz right up to my office when I control the building?" an all too familiar French voice echoed out over the building speakers.

"Shit..." the Boss and I said at once.

We gunned down a few Morningstar crooks as we moved ever further into the floor. After all, if we can't take that elevator, we'd have to cut through this floor to find stairs or another elevator. After killing the Morningstar that rushed the only way onto the rest of the floor, we walked out into the big area filled with metal catwalks and tanks… tanks filled with big, naked guys… I'll need to visit my shrink after this…

"What the fuck is this room? Are those people in there?" Shaundi said, looking around the room as we walked through.

"Looks like all those big guys we keep seeing. So it seems they're clones?" Gat voiced out as we continued on.

"Makes sense to me," the Boss said, and you could hear the shift of everyone turning to stare at her, except me since we both do think alike… most of the time…

"What?" Shaundi asked in disbelief.

"Okay, maybe "makes sense" was too strong..." I said in defense of the Boss. Perhaps, for once in our lives, we should think things through.

"What should we call these guys?"

"Hm, maybe we should call them-" Gat began before being cut off by Shaundi.

"Who cares? They're blowing up with the rest of this place."

"How about Bricks? They hit like they're made of the stuff," Pierce said, not letting the topic at hand drop.

"Bricks? Really?" Everyone said, looking at Pierce like he had two heads and, sadly, neither of them seemed to have a brain.

"Alright, what would you call 'em?"

"John," Shaundi responded sarcastically.

"Ogre's," the Boss and I said together. After all, they were just as big and I'd be damned if they weren't just as ugly.

"Brutes…" Johnny passively said.

"...You ain't gettin' how this works, are you?" Pierce said to each of us. "The name has to be cool, and John, Ogre, and Brute sure as hell aren't cool, like, at all."

"If the boot fits…" I said under my breath as Pierce shot down the whole Ogre idea. I ought to demote him for this…

We walked farther into the floor until we reached the back room, filled with computer screens and wires that covered an entire wall.

"What the hell is all this?"

We all observed the room in a state of awe as we looked from wires to computer screen and back again. And then, albeit at the same time, our eyes all landed on another big guy restrained in the middle of it all. And the creepy part was that he was looking back.

"Phillipe likes his things custom-made, and for his Brutes, I am the master pattern, you see," the guy said as everyone looked on.

"I'm not the only one that see's the big, naked dude tied down in front of us am I?" I asked everyone. It wasn't that I doubted his existence it was just that I, well, doubted his existence… Okay, look, even I had times when I doubted things.

Sadly though, leader I may have been, nobody answered me. It was as if, in that small moment, my existence was null and void.

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

"The copies are flawed. They have my brawn but not my brain. I can help you," the man said from his strung position.

"The last time a big naked dude said he could help me, it did not end well," Pierce added as he turned to the rest of us. Perhaps he believed that would sway our decision to be in his favor.

"I don't know, Pierce. Maybe you're just scared that the 'big naked dude' will be impressive enough to replace you…" Johnny said with a chuckle.

"Or maybe Pierce is scared of an experience he had in days past?" the Boss said herself, suppressing her own giggle.

"Do you guys even see him right now? What could he do? Those wires and shit are probably keeping him alive," Shaundi said as she pointed at him.

"Trust me, I'm still strong enough to kill Phillipe," the naked dude said without hesitation.

The Boss, Johnny, Shaundi, Pierce and I all shared the same look that said "He's good. He said the magic words."

A few moments later he was shot down, freed, and completely able again. If this was a good idea, we were in luck. If it was bad… well… Pierce did say he'd dealt with this before. Perhaps we could leave him behind to "take care" of the big problem.

I turned towards the elevator, though not out of shame for the big guy but because it was my turn to suppress a laugh.

"You want some clothes, man?" Pierce asked as the big hunk of a man stood, towering over everyone in the room.

"No time," He said as he began walking past me to lead us into the elevator.

"Man, like I said, the last time a big naked dude..." Pierce quietly added before following behind.

When we reached the elevator and entered it we all had a chance to catch our breaths. Not like we really had to anyway.

On another not I found our situation a bit humorous. The Boss stood close to me, Johnny and Shaundi were without a doubt cozying up to each other, and lastly, taking up the rest of the room of the elevator was the big guy and Pierce and when I say you could just look at Pierce and tell how uncomfortable he was standing so close to the big guy… hehe, just believe me, his expression was priceless.

"This elevator will take us to the offices," The big guy said as he led a crash course in "breaking and entering the offices of the Syndicate." To say he saved us time would've been an understatement. "Follow me to Phillipe's offices."

"Seriously, man, if you want I can find you, like... a curtain, or something for you," Pierce said, shy even now. Though it could be understandable. I was looking from the middle of his back and up but Pierce? I was sure he was trying not to look below the waist but was failing miserably. That, or he was just surprised to meet someone as shameless as… er…

"The human body is nothing to be ashamed of, unless you have... insecurities."

"I'm good..."

"Now's my chance," I thought to myself as I found the perfect opening to speak up.

"Hey, man, you got a name?" Johnny asked.

To say I nearly faltered would've been an understatement. Johnny… since when did you start speaking other people's lines?

"My name is Oleg Kirrlov."

"So... what did you do before you were a glorified pin cushion?" Shaundi asked, getting down to the base of the situation.

"I think it's best for our friendship I never elaborate. 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."

"Works for me. Welcome to the Saints," I said.

"Yeah, he'll be perfect. Strong, speaks like an intellectual and has a mysterious past. Goodness, I could write a book off of him," the Boss said, causing everyone behind Oleg to stare at her. All she did was stare back.

"What? I said I COULD, not that I was going to. Geez, can't a lady have a hobby around here?"

"Loren's office is this way!" Oleg called out, bringing our attention back to front and center.

Oleg crashed down another door and just as it hit the ground we all saw Loren entering a conveniently placed elevator.

Johnny and I took that time to quick draw our pistols and dive forward, slow-motion effects enveloping us as we took aim and fired true at our target.

Fourteen shots fired.

Seven shots from each of us.

All of them missed.

"Damn it! That always works for that other motherfucker!"

"That's an express elevator to the basement. There's no way to catch him."

"Fuck. That. We're going for a do over."

As if reading my mind the Boss and I ran over to the center of the building, grabbing the big, metal looking chandelier in the center of the room and, looking down, it was the perfect thing for reaching the ground floor in no time at all.

"Knock this thing loose! I'm gonna crush that sonofabitch," I yelled towards the rest of my crew that remained groundside.

"Leave it to me," Oleg yelled out.

"I've got this one!" Pierce yelled out as well.

Of course, that was when a handful of Syndicate goons came out into the centerfold and opened fire on any and everything.

"Fuck, can't anything ever be easy anymore?!" I yelled as I opened fire onto the entering gang members.

As we fired from our elevated position Shaundi and Gat made sure that Oleg and Pierce were covered accordingly. A few hectic moments of gunfire, RPG's and grenades later I began to lose my already thin line of patience.

"Hurry it up, he's getting aw-"

"Done," Oleg yelled out before I could even finish my statement.

"I'm comin' for ya, Frenchie!" I yelled as the ball began falling, taking the Boss and I with it. Of course, on the inside I was definitely congratulating the newest member of the Saints and was thinking about how I could smoothly replace Pierce with him…

"Um, hey, babe… we have a situation here," the Boss said to me, snapping me out of my inward thoughts as my attention was brought to the gorilla in the room… Ok, maybe more like a dumb, 'roided out monkey but you get the idea.

"Get off my damn ball!" I instinctively yelled as I opened fired on the ugly ass clone that seemed bent on killing all of us. What a selfish asshole, I mean, if you're going to jump onto my ball, don't try to take it for yourself.

"One bullet left?! Where'd they all go?" I asked myself as the Brute stood up before us. He swung his arm back, ready for a swing, and I said "Fuck it…" firing my last shot right into his eye.

Of course, by some miraculous change of events, that happened to be the shot that sent him to his doom. And three seconds later the ball hit the ground with the strongest sort of impact, shaking the Boss' and I's grip off of it causing us to fall to the ground.

"Dammit. I should have thought of a Belgian pancake joke…" I thought as I hit the ground. I rose up to see the Boss on all fours staring down the barrel of yours truly.

"It pains me to see that things had to turn out this way…" Loren said as he cocked his gun and buried it into the temple of the Boss.

"I know, we're all just crestfallen that the giant ball hasn't killed you…" I replied coolly as I began trying to stand on my feet.

"Watch yourself, Saint. One more move and I blow your lady friends' head off."

"Well, it's not very comforting knowing that two people can have me by the balls, so to speak. Now I'm going to have to kill you, seeing as if she's the only one I'd ever let get away with that."

"Touching, so how much longer till this asshole is shot dead?" the Boss asked as she was still rooted to place by the threat of death, though she seemed to be taking it quite well.

"Any second now…"

Loren and I stared each other down, neither of us eager to lose so easily to this guy.

Ding!

Loren turned his head to the elevator just in time to see Johnny fire his gun. In that same instance I quick-drew my gun and fire at him as well. Seeing as she now was free to move the Boss moved out of Loren's gun path and shot at him as well. I could clearly see it now… three takes of a slow-motion takedown. This beat the last one not only in number but in efficiency, seeing as how all three shots penetrated his skull, leaving what was left as nothing more than that of a headless corps.

"Shit, since when did our guns become strong enough to dislodge peoples' heads from their bodies?" I thought to myself, only being brought out of my thoughts by Johnny's side comment.

"Well, that's refreshing. It's 'bout time I put a bullet in that deranged head of his. Felt almost as good as a Christmas gift."

"Forget that. Time to blow this place to hell," Shaundi quickly said, cutting Johnny's feeling of satisfaction short and, quite possibly, lowering group morale.

"I hate this place more than anyone, but it would be folly to destroy Phillipe's research without seeing what we can harvest from it," Oleg chimed in, letting us see that there was, in fact, a second option.

"We came here to send a message, didn't we?" Shaundi disputed.

"Why not keep the building for yourself?" Oleg again implemented.

"Your choice here, boss," Johnny said, watching as Shaundi and Oleg were staring at each other with aggressive intent.

I whispered to the Boss, "Shouldn't we stop them before Shaundi winds up with a broken neck?"

"What are you talking about?" She replied, "Shaundi would give him a run for his money no matter what he did in the past. They'll be fine. What you need to do is hurry up and decide. I always wondered just how much fun we could have in this tower…"

I could feel the hidden intent oozing out of her words. I really was considering destroying the tower now but… then again… I wonder what sort of toys they have hidden in this tower…

I began rubbing my hands mischievously as I came to my final decision.

"Save the Tower. Save the Cars. Save. The. Toys of Mass Destruction!"

I began laughing like a maniacal mad genius and entered the elevator, the rest of the Saints in tow.

As soon as we entered the top floor room, an immediate change was needed and it needed to happen soon.

"We're gonna have to do something about the pink," I said.

"You'd prefer a more manly shade, like purple?" Oleg offered.

We all turned to him, surprised that he already got us.

"Oleg! Where have you been all my life?!" the Boss and I said as we ran up to hug him.

"Um, guys? I think we're forgetting something…" Pierce said as he absentmindedly looked at his watch.

"SHIT, THE BOMB!" the Boss and I yelled as we once again jumped into the center atrium of the building, plunging to the ground floor.

"Is this common?" Oleg asked.

"Don't worry, you get used to it," Shaundi said.

A/N: I am so ashamed. Massive writers block causes you all to wait, though I do wonder exactly how many of you have stayed faithful to an author such as myself. Truely, I am sorry.