Guess who actually posted a chapter for the first time in forever? Sorry about the leave of absence for everyone who follows this but now I can truthfully say i'm back to stay now. Thanks for the reviews NiraKaulitz! I appreciate the support and hopefully my leave of absence didn't make you stay away from this story! Anyway read, review, and enjoy!

Boss Pov

The Boss let out a low moan as she forced herself out of the makeshift bed that was the p.o.s sofa. She slid her legs over the edge and arched her back till a loud crackling noise was heard. Using one hand to balance herself she stood up and looked around, judging from the sun its gotta be around noon already, wonder what Peirce and Shaun-. A loud ring pulled the Boss from her thoughts. Recognizing the low pitched ring as her cellphone's ringtone she grabbed it off the table. She checked who it was and seeing it was Peirce, answered the call.

"Hey Boss I think I found us a new place" Pierce said in his usually cocky tone.

"Peirce, you were supposed to be looking for Loren not going FUCKING house hunting" She replied feeling her blood pressure rise from anger. This one time, one fucking time, can't he just do what I ask and not go AWOL.

"Woah girl, chill…. This place is owned by the MorningStar. I heard their having a big penthouse party for all their global contacts. I figure we go in, kill the MorningStar, and take the place for the Saints."

Annnd now I look like a complete bitch. She should have known better, Peirce wasn't a fool, he wasn't going to just look for some new house to buy when they almost just got killed the night before. She slammed her foot against the sofa in frustration. Haven't been awake for an hour and already I've fucked up.

"Yo Boss, you there? Peirce asked questioningly.

After regaining her focus she replied "Yeah, sounds good to me, so what's the plan?"

"Well the Saints are gonna be trapped downstairs until you can unlock the elevator for us."

"Um if the elevator doesn't work…oh, right, penthouse." The Boss said, as a slight smile spread across her face as the realization hit her.

"Bingo! Meet me at the airport as soon as you can."

The phone line went dead as she hung up the phone. She took a deep breath and put on her game face. She knew Johnny's death was throwing her into this out of control spiral, but she knew he'd kick her ass if he saw her like this. With that, she grabbed a pair of shoes and an M4 that was leaning against the wall from the military base raid. She aimed it at the wall and squeezed the trigger, after a loud bark and a new hole in the wall she was satisfied. Opening the door, she walked out of the apartment, down the stairs and onto the street. After "convincing" a man to loan her his car, she sped off towards the airport.

Later

The whir of the chopper blades was almost deafening as the Boss and her two Lieutenants, plus some random pilot who joined the Saints at one point or another, sat high above the marked Morning Star HQ. The Boss looked through a pair of binoculars down at the party raging below "Thirty guards" the Boss noted

"What!" Shaundi yelled, not hearing what the Boss had said.

"They've got about thirty guards down there." The Boss hollered back.

"To many for you to handle?" Peirce chided into the conversation, picking on the Boss.

On any other day she probably would have punched him in the throat, but for some unknown reason she only said "Not enough" and hurled herself out of the chopper.

Allen's Pov

Allen, a high ranking Lieutenant in the Morning Star stood on the edge of the pool, located outside the penthouse. He was one of the two Lieutenants stationed there that evening and was in charge of the guards stationed outside.

"Christ almighty, I thought these were upper class, well mannered, businessmen. They've already thrown a hooker off the side of the building because she wouldn't show her tits!"

Allen turned around to see his right hand man, Wade leaning against the side railing.

"Hey, could be worse. If one of the rich guys fell off we'd probably get gutted by Phillipe." Allen said with a chuckle.

Wade reached into his pocket to grab his phone "got a text, gimmie a sec." He opened the message which simply read; give this phone to the highest ranking officer. Wade simply looked at Allen, and handed Allen the phone. Confused, he took the phone and just after reading the text he had an incoming call. Answering he was assaulted by a British accent screaming in panic some unintelligible gibberish.

"Slow down buddy, what's you're problem?" Allen asked. Now genuinely puzzled by the turn of events.

A deep breath was heard through the phone as the person on the other end took a deep breath. "This is Matt Miller, head of the Deckers. You need to lis-"

"Matt Miller? Man small world! It's me, Allen, we watched the NyghtBlade movie together! We both saw each other's clothes and saw we were both in the Syndicate! I was pretty damn surprised somebody besides me was into that." Allen realized what he just said and after a weird look from Wade he focused back on the phone "So what's got you in such a fuss?"

"The Saints are coming you twit! They could already be inside the building and you want to walk down bloody memory lane?" Matt shouted furiously at the man.

"Don't worry about it, nobody can even get up here. Elevators are shut down tight plus we've got a metric fuck ton of guys with guns! So if you don't want to be friendly you can go fuck off!"

Allen hung up the phone pissed, and looked back at Wade.

"What'd they wa-" the words couldn't escape Wade's lips before a bullet entered the top of his skull and bore its way out the lower part of his jaw in what was a violent eruption of blood.

Allen was shocked, looking around to locate the assailant. Only when he heard a thud behind him did he understand what happened. "Fucking parachu-"was all that left his mouth before his skulled was crushed by the brute force of an M4's stock. As he crumpled to the ground the party's mood changed to utter panic.