Chapter 1

I was running, my lungs were burning. I couldn't keep up anymore. I ran and tripped over a trashcan. Right then, a thick man with a trench coat came over and pointed a pistol at me.

In an eerie British voice I heard him say, "Perhaps, if you didn't run from me, I wouldn't have pointed this at you."

"I didn't know what you were up to." I said, truthfully.

"Sometimes, you are wrong, you have to be careful." I heard him chuckle before he shot me.

BOOM!

"HOLY HELL" I yelled, I was dripping in sweat, and my hair was down. I looked at my alarm clock, it was around 11 a.m. I sighed as I got up from my bed and walked straight into my bathroom. I faced the mirror, and studied my features. I had spiked up brown hair, blue eyes that were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and I had a 5 o'clock shadow beard. I took off my boxers and went into my shower, after my shower I got dressed in a new pair of boxers, a white dress shirt, black denim pants, and black boots. I knew there was tons to do today, and everything I have to do were important. I walked out of my bedroom and I walked downstairs, as I started to make my way into my kitchen I heard the elevator.

"Yo' Boss, where you at?" I heard Pierce call out.

"Right here." I answered.

Pierce started walking to me before I asked him why he was here.

"I'm here, so I can hang out." Pierce replied.

"Maybe, you can do a job for me?" I asked.

"What?" Pierce asked, he obviously didn't want to do anything for me.

"Go round up all the Saints and get them to the penthouse." I commanded.

"Hell nah, Boss you do it yourself." Pierce answered.

I glared at Pierce until he gave in, and exited the penthouse to go do what I asked him. I sighed and decided to walk to the helipad to wait for Pierce to get here with the other Saints.

We have been through a lot of shit lately. Especially with Zinyak, and the help with time-travel to prevent the world from getting destroyed, again. I had been happy that I wasn't P.O.T.U.S anymore. I miss it, and don't miss it.

I had felt as if I was getting soft, I was growing feeling for a "special" someone, it wasn't normal, I was the person with no feelings. Or, I had no time for having a girlfriend. She would be bait, if I did date her, though. Even though we had no enemies, we never know what might happen. So, it's better if I'm by myself, it's easier just to look out for myself.

A/N Tell me if you like it, obviously this story will get longer over the course of time, I did rewrite this, so now it's a little better, tell me if you like it, review for me!