The first car explodes in a windstorm of fiery death, instantaneously taking the other vehicle with it. Morningstars dive from their burning vehicles - too late. My 45’s explosive rounds blow through the metal, causing the cars to catch fire. Instead of aiming at the gangsters I focus on their vehicles. As I finish off the last thug more red and black cars arrive. I shred them to pieces and close the distance. The merch runs for cover as the remaining gangsters return fire. The 45 Shepherds bark to life as I pull off head shots with precision aim. My purple trench coat ripples behind me as I take aim at the nearest thug and fire. They are clearly hassling Zimo’s whores, roughing up my merchandise.
The male members wear suits, while the females wear lingerie. I approach the hated Morningstars, recognizing their black and red colors. They are as good, if not better than, most of my other weaponry. One of the first things I did when I reached Steelport was fully upgrade these workhorses. I quickly equip my 45 Shepherd pistols, old friends. The cries of the citizens of Steelport mean nothing to me, and they love me all the more for it.
I turn away from the sound of smashing steel and screaming people. Jumping out of my car, I let my vehicle careen at full speed through an intersection. I follow my GPS to the front of a garish cathedral. I could ignore it and do something else, but I really hate those guys. I’m told the Morningstar gang is trying to encroach on one of my prostitution operations. I’m not sure where I’m heading, but one things for certain, something is going to blow up when I get there. Like most of the vehicles in my garage, the Peacekeeper has excellent control. It’s quickly replaced by Schooly D’s “ATHF Theme Remix” - why wouldn’t it be? As I drift through a turn my tires squeal but hold tight to the road. Kanye West’s “Power” is fading on the radio. I earn respect as I drive through oncoming traffic, narrowly avoiding head-on collisions that could send me flying through my windshield. I installed some purple highlights to mark it as a Third Street Saints ride. The stenciled “Police” decals are still faintly visible on the door. This is one of the first cars I 'jacked in Steelport, and it’s also my favorite. The sleek car’s jet-black exterior reflects the nighttime city lights as I race through crowded streets. Flames erupt from my customized Peacekeeper as I jump over a gap in the bridge.
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