Once Donnie had been scared away by Pinkamena, the rest of the Rollerz ended up abandoning the Sommerset apartment district to the Saints which meant that the Rollerz only had four neighborhoods left under their control and the Saints were only four neighborhoods away from full control of the city. All the Saints needed to do was claim the last four neighborhoods and deal with Joseph Price and whoever else was helping him lead the Rollerz.

Since Pinkamena had a little free time while Lin helped Donnie recover from his ordeal, it was time to check off another of the six remaining contacts off her list.

The nearest contact to her current location in the apartments district was a little away from Pleasant View. Since the location was marked as another round of pimp killing and ho snatching, she waited a few hours for Playa to get out of the hospital after crashing his car chasing Lin. Pinkamena could only hope he learned from his mistake and actually practice his driving but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that.

Pinkamena contacted Playa a few hours later and it took him another half an hour to get to her location. While she could have handled the activity, Playa was better at rounding up the hos than she was. The pimp outfit he would likely wear for the activity might help as well.

Now that Pinkamena thought about it, the past instances of dealing with these pimps and hos had always ended up with a reward that was suited for Playa and Pinkie had just informed her, after looking at a walkthrough which Pinkamena didn’t question because she was dealing with Pinkie, that the rewards this time would also be for Playa’s benefit. Knowing that, Pinkamena decided to let Playa handle dealing with this contact and move on to the next one.

The next activities were around the Ultor Dome which was a massive stadium. The one activity that the mare hadn’t encountered yet was one of them. When she learned that it was an activity about smashing cars against each other, she decided to pass on that and leave it to Playa once he got around to it. To make sure he did find it though, she called Playa and informed him about the event at the Ultor Dome that he might like to participate in.

The remaining activity in the area was more to Pinkie’s speed as it was another series of races which her sister (Pinkamena decided that she might as well refer to her as that from now on since it was technically true) quickly jumped at the chance to do so.

This contact, Libby, didn’t bother explaining her situation and just let her participate. Pinkie called for a wheel woman to bring her Attrazione so she could race with her favorite car.

The competition was hardly a competition as Pinkie dominated her opponents in a series of five checkpoint races, two lap races and a point to point race. The party pony’s cartoonish maneuvers once again made the other racers get their sanity checked.

After the race, Pinkie received a phone call from Lin. The undercover Saint sounded a little exasperated as she almost yelled over the phone, “Fuck girl, I wanted you to scare Donnie not make him piss himself.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “But after what I heard about what you did to Tanya I shoulda known better. Anyway, I managed to calm Donnie enough that he decided to set up a meeting with the higher-ups of the Rollerz. Stop by and listen to what’s being said. I’ll text you the address.”

The address she received led her to a mansion in the Misty Lane neighborhood at the far northwestern corner of Stilwater. Pinkie had switched out with Pinkamena who secretly arrived at the mansion and snuck around any Rollerz guards in order to find herself the best vantage point to eavesdrop on the imminent meeting.

In the living room she saw a man sitting on a white couch and a middle aged looking man standing in front of a brown chair. The one on the couch was bald and he wore a black muscle shirt, sunglasses, black leather gloves, and black leather pants that were blue at the ends. The other man had black hair that was mostly greyed and he wore a black business suit with a blue and black striped tie.

Pinkamena listened in as the meeting began.

“So he’s okay? That’s great,” The first guy said. “I’m just glad he’s alive even if he’s shaken by the experience.”

“Yes, how could we possibly score dime bags without him?” The other guy’s tone was overflowing with sarcasm.

“Oh come on, Uncle Will, he’s not that--”

“Sup Price?” Donnie said.

The first guy, who Pinkamena could only guess was Joseph Price, the leader of the Rollerz, got off the couch to greet Donnie, “You scared the shit outta me, Donnie.”

“I scared the shit outta me.”

The other man, who Pinkamena caught the name of Will, noticed Lin entering the living room before uttering another sarcastic remark, “Donnie, it’s always a pleasure when you bring strangers into my house.”

“Aw fuck, I forgot, this is--”

Lin introduced herself, interrupting Donnie before he continued, “She totally saved my ass Mr. Sharp, she’s a helluva driver.”

“I’m the best racer that ever came out of Chinatown,” Lin bragged.

“How come I’ve never heard of you?” Price asked.

“Cause I got tits.”

“Is that what you call those?” That comment earned Price a punch to the face. “I suppose I deserved that.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“My nephew has a...unique sense of humor,” Sharp commented.

“That was supposed to be funny?” Lin asked.

“I thought it was, until you hit me in the face.”

“Yeah, then it was hilarious.” That earned Donnie a middle finger from Price.

Sharp interrupted the exchange by changing the focus back to the important business, “Joseph, you better hurry. You don’t want to miss your meeting.”

“Sorry, I gotta take off. Lin, it was nice meeting you. I’ll catch you later Donnie.” Price left the mansion.

“So we’re finally hitting that convoy huh?” Donnie asked. This piqued Pinkamena’s attention.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Donnie,” Sharp said with a tone that revealed the smallest hint of irritation, as if he felt like Donnie was giving away too much.

“Sure you--”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Donnie,” Sharp repeated with a bit more edge in his tone.

Donnie finally got the message and simply assured Lin that Price would be back soon.

“As stimulating as this conversation is, I’m afraid I need to make some calls. If you’d excuse me.” With that, Sharp left the living room to make his calls. As much as Pinkamena wanted to know who Sharp was calling, she needed to move out and keep whatever convoy the Rollerz were after out of their hands.

On her way out, the madmare did make a mental note to keep on her hooves when dealing with Will Sharp. Based on how he talked, his discretion over private matters, and his overall secretive nature told Pinkamena that Sharp might be the real leader of the Rollerz while using Price as the figurehead leader of the gang.

Filing that bit of research away, Pinkamena had some convoy raids to intercept. Thankfully, she knew where each truck was located because Pinkie had put the trucks’ locations into her mental GPS (she wasn’t gonna question how). The first set of convoy raiders were dealt with when Pinkamena drove up beside each Rollerz car and tossed a grenade behind their seats while their attention was divided between the pony and the truck. None of them noticed before the grenades destroyed the vehicles and their passengers.

The second set of Rollerz raiders that attacked the second truck near the Ultor Dome each had their windows down as they needed to do so to shoot at the truck. Pinkamena took advantage of that by setting the insides of their cars aflame with a few well tossed molotovs.

The third delivery truck was stationary while the Rollerz were already there trying to crack it open. Since the matter called for something less flashy, Pinkamena jumped out of her car and engaged the Rollerz crew in melee combat and painted the cars and the truck in blood and viscera.

With the convoy defended, Pinkamena returned to the mansion to observe the reactions of the leadership.

Donnie and Lin were talking about what car designs they hate when Price and Sharp came into the living room with Sharp being surprised that the entire convoy escaped.

“How did this happen?” Sharp asked.

“That pony from Saint’s Row fucked up our boys,” Price said.

“You’re telling me that your associates couldn’t handle one simple farm animal?”

“I don’t think that pony’s as simple as you think. I heard she fucked up the Vice Kings and the Los Carnales real bad. They say she killed some of their leaders in a gruesome way.”

“First of all, remember your Spanish lessons, saying ‘the’ and ‘los’ is redundant. Second, these are just rumors. A horse would not even be able to wield a gun, let alone take on a whole gang. Most likely those slum dwellers from Saint’s Row spread that story just to make the other gangs’ defeat even more embarrassing.”

“I don’t know Mr. Sharp,” Donnie said as he smoked a joint, “...that same pony fucked up my shop alongside this other guy and she was laughing like a deranged psychopath. The screams from my crew and that laugh are gonna give me nightmares for weeks.” He took another puff before Price took the joint.

“Will you stop smoking that shit? I need you to focus,” Price demanded.

“If you need me to focus, I’d pass that shit back.” Donnie coughed up some of the smoke he inhaled.

“Donnie…”

“Alright alright. You got some time before the buyers need those parts right?”

“Buyers?” Lin asked.

“Oh, they’re a bunch of guys overseas that Mr. Sharp kn--” Sharp gave Donnie another reprimand for blabbing confidential information again.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, just think,” Price said.

“Give me some time. I bet Lin and I can whip somethin’ up.”

After that Pinkamena couldn’t get any more useful information but decided to set up a listening device whenever more useful information was going to be uttered in the near future. Pinkamena also decided that Donnie was the type of person not to be entrusted with secrets.

The day after stopping the convoy hijackings, Pinkamena spent some time listening to the goings on at the mansion while in her hiding place in the suburbs. At first she heard Sharp discussing his grievances against Donnie for being incompetant and Price defending his little buddy. She then heard Donnie’s voice as he entered the living room. Donnie was apparently bragging that he had a good plan which involved stealing a few cars to strip them of the parts they needed for Sharp’s mysterious buyers. Price praised Donnie for his idea and left the mansion to get his boys ready to hijack cars. After Price left, Sharp made a sarcastic remark about Donnie’s originality and Lin defended him for some reason, even going as far as threatening him which Pinkamena thought was not a good idea on Lin’s part. Lin walked off with Donnie, likely leaving Sharp by himself.

Right now, it was time for the madmare to inflict some mayhem by dealing with the cars the Rollerz needed. She managed to get to the first car before any Roller hijacker arrived and hijacked the vehicle herself. She drove away with the vehicle while committing vehicular manslaughter upon the hijacker.

The Rollerz began chasing her while she made her way to the second of the list of cars the Rollerz needed. Pinkamena drove by the car and tossed a grenade into the driver’s seat. The hijacker arrived seconds later and opened the door to the car and found the grenade just in time to get a facefull of shrapnel and fire.

On her way to the fourth and final car, she drove by the third and tossed one of her party mines under it so the next hijacker would get to experience the sensation of a flying car for the last few seconds of his life.

The last car was already being hijacked by the Rollerz by the time she got there. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, she rigged her car with explosives and placed a cinder block on the accelerator while aiming the car on a collision course with the one being driven by the Roller. Once the course was set and the hijacker showed no signs of swerving, she jumped out of the car. The explosion she was hoping for occurred a few seconds later as both cars and the hijacker were up in flames.

Once the list of cars that Lin sent her were checked off, Pinkamena returned to her post to listen in on more conversations with Sharp and Price.

Price was in the middle of a call with Donnie and it sounded like the mechanic was flustered about what happened. The Rollerz leader tried to reassure Donnie that the matter of losing the cars wasn’t his fault before he ended his call and screamed as he threw his phone at the other side of the living room.

“That was productive,” Sharp said with his usual sarcasm.

“That’s the second time that pony fucked us.”

“Three times, if you count the attack on the garage. Quite a coincidence…”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Well, let’s think. The same four people knew about those jobs. If I didn’t sell us out, and you didn’t sell us out, who else is there?”

“Donnie? Donnie may not like it when things get messy, but there’s no way he’d turn on me…”

“Which brings us to…”

“Lin.”

“Bravo.”

“This is gonna be a bitch to explain to Donnie.”

“Luckily, you’re not going to.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Please, you’re too attached to the boy. I’ll handle this.”

“I don’t give a shit what you do to Lin, but you better not hurt Donnie.”

“Of course, Joseph. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The conversation ended there. There was no doubt that Lin’s cover was blown. If Pinkamena didn’t do something, things were going to get ugly for the undercover Saint. However, in that moment, inspiration struck her as she remembered a certain billboard she passed by a few times.

“I think it’s about time to get to work on my latest work of art,” Pinkamena thought to herself, her trademark evil smile showing.

Author's Note

For all you Saint's Row fans, I think we all know what's gonna happen next. Look forward to unfortunate things happening next chapter.