After driving the Carnales from the Black Bottom Refinery, Playa and Pinkamena returned to their loft to rest and prepare for the Saints’ next move against the Carnales.

The next day, the duo decided on doing some favors for more of the Saints’ contacts before consulting with Dex about their next move.

Two of their contacts were near one another in Cecil Park which was just west of Black Bottom.

The first contact, Loreana, was another brothel mother who lost her girls to some pimps and they needed to retrieve them. The situation was handled the same way as with Will’s and Vikki’s requests to kill pimps and rescue hos. Pinkamena butchered any pimps and Carnales that tried to get in her way while painting the streets red and Playa rescued the prostitutes; whether from the pimps or Pinkamena’s wrath.

While Pinkamena got nothing for her efforts, much to her frustration, Playa got a full pimp’s ensemble. Pinkamena briefly imagined killing Playa while he was wearing that outfit but discarded the thought as the duo left the brothel.

Near the brothel was a law firm which immediately informed the madmare that they were about to swindle insurance companies again. The contact in the law firm was a lawyer who was dressed as a doctor. The man introduced himself as Doctor Raymond Gonzales before telling them the same scheme they heard from Legal Lee.

Before he could awkwardly state that Pinkamena would be unable to help due to her social status as an animal, she interrupted the doctor, “I’m sure you have some clients who would like their insurance payouts so give me the folder and we can get to work.”

“Oh, oh yes. Here you go.” The doctor hands the mare a folder of his clients with the highest paying insurance policies. With the folder, the duo left the office and got to work; one dealing near crippling injuries and the other getting himself mangled in traffic. At one point, Pinkamena batted Playa into traffic with a stop sign not only to help him but also because she imagined Playa in a pimp suit again.

After racking up a hefty sum for the doctor from insurance claims, the duo was given some strange armor that was supposed to give some protection in the event a car hits them.

With the day in full swing, Playa and Pinkamena returned to the church to talk with Dex about the Carnales.

Playa and Pinkamena found Dex and Troy who were talking about someone being the “mouth piece for the Colombians.” Troy mentioned that the person in question was in town. The duo approached the lieutenants to see if they could get an explanation. On the table was a balding man with black hair and moustache and wearing a hawaiian shirt under a white jacket.

“We’ve taken out one of the Carnales’ legs. We smoke this guy and they’re crippled for good,” Troy suggested.

“Yeah, and so are we,” Dex countered. “We kill Orejuela, and the Colombians’ll be all up our ass. Let’s figure out what his game is first, then we’ll decide what to do. You know where he is?”

“Yeah, well, I’d start with the strip clubs.”

“Cool. Alright man, let’s go buy this drug lord a lap dance.”

Before the meeting ended, Pinkamena chimed in, “If we’re going to be diplomatic about this, then why are we not telling Julius? I’m pretty sure he needs to be informed about this if we’re going to be attempting to get the Colombians on our side.”

Dex glared at the pony, “Julius doesn’t need to know about every little thing. I can handle discussions with Orejuela so keep your mouth shut and we might be able to get the Colombians on our side.”

Some part of the madmare desperately hoped that Dex would turn out to be an enemy one day so she could murder him brutally but put the thought aside as she, Playa and Dex got into one of Playa’s cars and drove to the strip club near the airport.

On the way to the strip club, Dex warned the two of them of the Carnales enforcer, Victor Rodriguez who was known for being a badass who survived a point blank shot to the head one time as well as a number of VK drive-bys. He also warns that they would need some serious back up if they planned to take him on.

Once they arrived at the strip club, the trio waited for people to go in and out of the place hoping to find Orejuela.

Instead of finding the Colombian representative, however, they ended up being ambushed by an enraged Victor who attempted to ram their car with his slightly armored car. Playa drove away from the enforcer as fast as he could while Pinkamena jumped out of the car and watched the car drive away.

Victor decided to go for the easy prey and attempt to run the pink mare over with his vehicle while his companions chased after Playa and Dex.

Pinkamena dodged the first attempt before using her knife to slash one of his tires, causing the vehicle to have some control issues. By the time Victor had turned around to make his second attempt, Pinkamena had a trap ready for him. Once his car landed on the overcharged party mine the madmare had laid out for him, the mine erupted with an upward force that caused his vehicle to flip and land on its top, immobilizing it.

Victor climbed out of his car and looked around for his pink adversary. He looked in all directions and failed to locate her. Victor growled in fury, [“You will pay for setting Hector up like that,”] he roared.

While the furious Victor continued looking around, he was ambushed from behind by Pinkamena who jumped on his shoulders and stuffed a cupcake into his mouth. Victor reacted by throwing the mare over his shoulder to his front. Pinkamena somehow twisted in midair to land on her hooves. She landed on a conveniently placed springboard that sent her back a fair distance.

Victor roared as he charged at the pony only for her to pull out her McManus and load it up with darts filled with heavy doses of tranquilizer. The cupcake she stuffed into Victor’s mouth was laced with elephant tranquilizer so he was already beginning to feel drowsy as he charged. For good measure, Pinkamena fired a dart which struck him in his right leg. With a powerful dose coursing through him, Victor’s charge slowed to a jog, then a walk, then a crawl before he finally collapsed on the pavement.

Pinkamena, who had somehow found a pith hat for her to wear, approached Victor’s unconscious form. She had a wicked smile on her face as she spoke to herself, “Angelo is going to love the gift I’m sending to him.” Finding a wooden crate, Pinkamena placed Victor inside and nailed it shut, drilling a few holes for air. She then wrapped the crate in wrapping paper and tied it up with a ribbon.

Her gift properly wrapped, she hijacked the nearest car that wasn’t destroyed or flipped and drove back to Saint’s Row.

Pinkamena became the center of attention at the church as the members noticed her carrying a gift box that was bigger than her. The box looked big enough to hold a person and some suspected that it might be, given her reputation.

As she walked into the church, Pinkamena overheard Dex getting reprimanded by Julius.

“Julius, I don’t see what the big deal is,” Dex said.

“The deal is that you went to talk to the Colombians without me.”

“We didn’t even get to meet him Jules.”

“And don’t call me Jules, you haven’t earned it.”

“Fine. Julius, you put me in charge of the Los Carnales...shit.” He looked at Troy who was witnessing the chewing out alongside Playa. “Now you got me sayin’ it.”

“Dex, do your job, but don’t think you’re bigger than you are. When it comes to the Colombians, you call me, understand?”

Dex bit back his irritation, “Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t undermine me again or I’ll let Pinkamena handle the Carnales while you answer to her.”

Pinkamena giggled which drew the attention of everyone in the room. Everyone immediately noticed the box that the madmare was carrying. After a minute of staring at the mare who was feigning an innocent look, Troy was the first to address the elephant in the room, “So, what’s in the box?”

Pinkamena giggled deviously, “It’s a gift for Angelo but I have to prepare him first. The presentation is a gift to the Saints before I send him back to Angelo.”

Dex was the first to realize what the mare had done and his eyes bulged at the realization, “No way...how did you-”

“At least something good came from your stupid stunt, Dex.”

“Does someone wanna tell me what’s going on?” Julius inquired.

“Help me find some heavy chains. It’d be problematic if Vicky somehow woke up and broke out.”

Troy and Julius imitated Dex’s reaction when they realized what he figured. “You mean you have Victor Rodriguez in that box?” Julius inquired. Pinkamena nodded.

“The Carnales enforcer?” Troy inquired. Another nod.

“And how are you going to ‘prepare’ him before sending him back to Angelo?” Julius asked.

“That’s a secret. Don’t you have a meeting to arrange with Orejuela?”

Julius decided not to get involved further with the crazy pony and move on to more important matters, “Alright, I’ll set things up with the Colombians. Meanwhile, can I get you and Playa to take care of something? Dex found another Carnales drug lab at the Cecil Park power plant. Take it out.”

“Okie dokie,” Pinkamena affirmed.

“We’ll make sure Victor stays nice and snug while you’re away.”

Destroying the drug lab was a trivial task since the defenders inside the aged building where the equipment was kept were hardly a challenge for Pinkamena’s speed as she cut each down. Playa noticed a number of Carnales gathering on roofs of surrounding buildings. Some of the ambushers were carrying RPGs so he focused on them first while keeping their attention away from Pinkamena as she appeared to be expecting something. It took some time but Playa managed to defeat the rooftop ambushers in time to witness the madmare throwing a molotov cocktail out a window.

“Okay, back to the church, I have a gift to prepare,” she said.

The Carnales lieutenant who arrived at the base of the building Playa and Pinkamena were in had just gotten out of his car before a flaming bottle of whiskey hit him in the head. The remaining reinforcements fled immediately because they believed their lieutenant had spontaneously burst into flames and died and they did not want to share the same fate.

Back at the church, Pinkamena was invited to the meeting between Julius and Orejuela at the request of the Colombian. Apparently, Orejuela was impressed that the mare was able to capture Victor on her own and wanted to meet the one who could defeat such a tough person.

Orejuela was initially surprised to find that Victor was defeated by a pony until Julius had informed him that she was responsible for killing several of the Vice King leaders and terrorizing a third.

With the examination of the pony’s reputation finished, the meeting began while Pinkamena and Dex observed. Orejuela offered to work exclusively with the Saints in exchange for the drugs that were confiscated by the police. Julius agreed to Orejuela’s terms.

Before the meeting concluded, however, Pinkamena asked the Colombian about any interesting Colombian execution methods because she wanted to send Angelo a message with Victor. When he heard that she intended for Angelo to be the recipient, he eagerly told her of one interesting method. His eagerness stemmed from the fact that he didn’t like Angelo’s rash and aggressive behavior and the fact that he treated his own girlfriend Luz like some cheap prostitute. While he had nothing against Victor, Orejuela knew better than to mix personal feelings with professionalism. The enforcer’s fate was decided by the pink pony the moment she captured him.

Once the meeting was concluded, Dex left to look for Troy while Pinkamena went to get her present for Angelo ready.

Victor sat on the stone floor bound in heavy iron chains while waiting for the next Saint to show up. While he wanted to get up and kill some Saints, especially that pony, he was unable to shake the tranquilizers that continued to hinder his performance. Every now and then a Saint would come in to give him another dose of tranquilizer to keep him pacified until the pink pony returned.

He continued attempting to get adrenaline to flow through his body so he could try to break the chains for a few more hours before the door to his cell opened to reveal the one creature he wanted to kill more than any other. Unfortunately, he was without a plan and his executioner drew closer as she slowly walked up to him.

“Victor Rodriguez, enforcer of Los Carnales, I am here to send a message to Angelo Lopez...through you,” Pinkamena said.

[“Pink demon, we both know what you’re here to do. Get on with it.”]

“Say goodnight, Victor.”

[“Burn in he--”] was all he managed to say before Pinkamena sliced his throat with a horizontal slash from her knife. Victor’s blood sprayed from his neck as he quickly lost consciousness for the final time. Pinkamena took this time to reach into his wound and pull out his tongue, leaving the impression of a necktie. Once the spray of blood receded, she wrote something on a piece of paper and attached it to Victor’s body. All she needed to do was to send it. She decided on air mail.

While Angelo was arming himself for his reckless attack against the Saints, Luz begged him not to throw his life away which resulted in her getting slapped. As he was preparing to leave, Angelo noticed someone sitting at one of the tables outside. When he investigated, he discovered that it was Victor sitting there. Initially, he was overjoyed to see his enforcer return but that feeling quickly gave way to a sense of wrongness.

Looking closer, Angelo discovered that Victor was dead while his head and arms had balloons tied to them. Looking further, he noticed that Victor was the victim of a Colombian Necktie. Attached to the enforcer’s corpse was a sign. It read, [“This is my two weeks’ notice”].

The sight of his enforcer’s body compounded with his brother’s death had sent Angelo into a blind rage. Without thinking on the matter further, he got into his car and drove off.

After Pinkamena sent her message, she overheard Dex and Troy discussing how to get the drugs from the police. The plan was to use a car bomb to blow a hole into the evidence locker of the police station in Encanto and use the truck from when the Saints infiltrated the drug factory to transport the drugs back to Saint’s Row.

With the plan made known, Pinkamena joined Playa to get the sacrificial car ready at a nearby garage. It was at this time that Pinkie, who was getting tired of watching her sister do everything, took over and forced Playa into the passenger seat while she drove to the police station. With her skills she made it there with plenty of time to spare as they had time to find cover before the car bomb exploded, blowing a hole in the police station.

The crew assigned to the truck were not far behind as they soon arrived and backed the huge vehicle against the hole while those in the back of the truck jumped out and into the evidence locker room.

While the Saints were gathering the drugs, Playa and Pinkamena had to deal with cops coming to investigate the disturbance. While the madmare wasn’t fond of playing defense, she did enjoy the fact that the cops kept coming to her so she could increase her body count.

A little time passed and the police became more desperate to stop the robbery by deploying SWAT teams and eventually deploying police helicopters. Playa dealt with the hovering vehicles with RPGs while Pinkamena used her party cannon to clear any ground clutter for when they eventually made their escape. One particular SWAT member in a helicopter met his end with Pinkamena’s sniper rifle.

Once the Saints confirmed that they had the drugs on board, the duo quickly got into the truck with Pinkie taking over and driving the truck through the Forgive and Forget in Charlestown, which made the rest of the trip back to the Row a pleasant drive.

After the Colombians took possession of the truck, the Saints and Orejuela met at the local Tee’N’Ay to finalize their agreement.

During the completion of the agreement, Angelo suddenly busted in with an assault rifle and a look that displayed frothing rage.

“Manuel! You’ll die for what you did to my brother and Victor,” Angelo yelled. He then began firing his rifle into the establishment blindly, hoping to kill something. Once Orejuela and the Saints started retaliating, he retreated to his car and drove off.

Playa started to give chase only to be stopped by Orejuela who gave Julius Angelo’s address for his act of good faith. Before he left, the Colombian also requested that they didn’t kill Angelo’s girlfriend.

Knowing where Angelo lived meant that the Saints had everything they needed to bring the story of the long-lived first gang of Stilwater to its close.

Author's Note

I learned about the Colombian Necktie from an episode of Deadliest Warrior. Since this arc was dealing with a Colombian drug cartel, I couldn't resist showing that one off.