Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart — Heart of a Saint Under Control
While Kyouki is away, Troy sends in undercover agent Michael Mann to infiltrate the fracturing Stilwater. The Saints fight to maintain control of her expanding empire as power splinters and loyalties fray. What begins as an civil war spirals into a investigation — and the true price of leadership comes due.
One requirement Troy had sought was driving skills. The Saints still went to race, he would know he spied. Now, with Schlemmer at the helm, he had several cars bought in that had been seized from the illegal racers, past payments or however the car was acquired. And they needed fixing.
So for two days and nights the recruits picked their ride, repairs and tuned them with little to no breaks between.
Along with Lt Schlemmer’s previous onslaught, bodies adjusted to sleep deprivation. Though one day, to their surprise, finally giving them a break, if you want to call it that.
It was well known that the Saints did most of the racing circuit, though the recruits didn’t know that, and the best way would be to track around the academy.
After the allotted time, James Schlemmer sets up a new gauntlet of sorts where the four persons he has chosen compete against each other.
“Fastest time keeps the car.” His word to them.
“Fuck is this about anyway, Sir?” One recruit chimed.
Schlemmer smirked. ‘ That’s the one .’ “Nothing for you to worry about, maggot. Now drive.”
The four doing as told started their engines in the mock race.
When Troy filled Schlemmer with the required skill sets, Schlemmer picked the two young women and two young men who could fill that role. Once their lil lap race was over, their next task was to learn carjacking and obstacle course driving.
That one outspoken young man, done, fed up with what they were putting him through, and he didn’t hold his tongue. “Lt. Seriously, are you trying to kill us! Cause that bullshit right there yo-“
“What’s your name, boy?”
“Huh?”
“Your. Name. Maggot.”
“Mikey…”
The deadpan look Schlemmer gave caused the kid to roll his eyes. Taking a deep breath.
Kyouki awakens from a five-year coma to a fractured Stilwater. The Saints are scattered, new gangs have claimed the streets, and the city reeks of blood and betrayal. With cold precision, Kyouki begins rebuilding the Saints piece by piece—rising from ruin to reclaim the empire that once bore their name.
Ky’s eyes were slowly adjusting to the light as she watched the shadows of the nurse walk back past her bed. Li closed her eyes again, as it was relatively quiet once more. The sound of the metal rings scraping across the metal bar of the curtain being pulled open caused her to turn her head slowly on the intruding noise. Seeing a young boy old enough to be her younger brother lying next to her looking at her with the most awe-inspiring expression, she raised her eyebrows in question.
“You’re Li.”
Li made a noise that acknowledged him.
“I got shanked to come meet you. I want to help you when you get out.”
Li turned her head back to him. “Nam..?”
“Oh, Carlos, I’m Carlos Mendoza. I heard you were in here. You knew my brother, you've been in a coma for five years!”
‘What?’ Li frowned and turned slowly to look back at him. “Fi-v… Yea-?” She swallowed again. Ky heard wrong. She was just out the other night.
Then on the radio that was softly playing in the background, called for the anniversary of Mayor Hughes’ yacht incident. A flood of thoughts rushed. Before she could pinpoint a single thought, guards rushed in and wheeled her out.
“Carlos Mendoza, look me up when you get out!” The young man laid back down and held his side. He was going to run with the Saints, just like his big brother.
