..:Guns and Glory 7:..

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The Brotherhood didn't end up being much of a problem for Sylar and the boys. After everything was cleaned up she got a call from Shaundi, asking her to meet at the arcade. At first she was confused, but like Carlos, she probably just wanted to get away from it all.

A sigh escaped her. Carlos.

She drove herself down to the arcade, heading inside where she found Shaundi playing one of the games. She walked over to her, hands on her hips.

"Tell me you didn't pick this place just so you could play this stupid game..." Sylar whined.
"No," Shaundi smirked at her Boss, "I picked this place so we could play this stupid game… this gang shit's got you a little stressed out, you need to relax."
"By playing ski-ball." She watched as Shaundi through another ball.
"Oh yeah."
"You know, most people just smoke pot…" Which right now was looking good.
"Right," She grinned goofily, "and then they go play ski-ball."
Sylar took the ball, "fuck it." She pushed Shaundi out of the way and proceeded to roll the ball. "So, did you hit the docks like I asked?"
"Wait what?"
"After the Feed Dogs concert, I called you to look in to the docks and you sa-"
"Look I gotta be honest, I was really stoned."
Sylar looked over, her eyes burning with rage. Her stance became large and threatening. "You've gotta be kiddin' me."
"Yeah," Shaundi joked, "I totally am. One of the dock workers just called and said this big guy with tattoos and a scarred face was shakin' people down trying to find out when some shipment was rescheduled to arrive."
"Why would Maero need to ask about the time of his own shipment?" She had calmed down a little; proud Shaundi was getting things done.
"I dunno, maybe it got delayed."
"And you're sure this big guy with tattoos is Maero, and not just some biker douche?"
"I'd bet my life on it." She crossed her arms, looking over.
"Deal." Sylar poked her in the forehead, turned away and began to head off.
"Wait hold up," she chased after her, "what do you mean deal?"

Sylar didn't answer her, just continued out, heading for the water. She smiled to herself, loving so much more at all the things she could fuck up with the Brotherhood. They made her so angry she could just blow them all to hell, but she was enough in her mind that she couldn't do that. She had to have them on their last strings of life, begging for death, with nothing left but the clothes on their back if they were lucky.

She managed to steal herself a little speedboat and was out in the water within minutes. She would catch this boat before the Brotherhood could get their hands on it. Her mind raced as she sped over the water, the gentle splash in her face, and wind in her hair sent a shiver down her spine.

Once on the boat, she headed down to see exactly what this shipment was. Many boxes lined the inside of the large ship, her eyes widened as she stepped toward two sitting on the floor. She grabbed the crowbar sitting atop the boxes with her gloved hands and pried the box open, aching to see the prize inside. Two beautiful guns sat before her inside the case. She stared at them for a moment, her phone then bringing her from her trance.

"What's up?" She sighed, shutting the box.
"Are you okay?" Shaundi's voice asked from the other end.
"I'm fine, what's up?"
"I was listening in on the police scanner and the coast guard is reporting a lotta Brotherhood comin' towards you."
"You sure..?"

There was a sudden loud bang, the boat rocked and Sylar was thrown off her feet. She slammed hard in to the floor, the cases falling this way and that. She looked up just in time, one box covered in caution tape, sliding off the shelf on top of her. She quickly moved out of the way and as it fell, it opened to a nice rocket launcher.

She slowly stood up, hearing Shaundi yelling at her on the phone.
"I'm fine Shaundi," she assured, "suddenly I'm not worried about the Brotherhood."

Taking as many weapons as she could carry she headed on to the main deck. The rocket launcher rested over her shoulder. Looking around she saw she was surrounded. Setting the rocket launcher down, she gripped her AK-47 and began to open fire, not caring how much ammo she wasted. She had a ton extra…

***Skip***

The Saints gawked and grabbed at their new weapons. Sylar smirked at them, glad to have made her boys happy. She made her way to the top of the stairs in purgatory, overlooking them all.

"I'm glad you all seem to like the new hardware the Brotherhood decided to hook us up with." The guys laughed, but she just continued to speak, "ya know, up until this point we've been toyin' with Maero…kill his bitch here, steal his money there… but I'm done playin' around. We know where he lives, we have his guns, and I say we take that motherfucker out, whatchu think?"

Her Saints cheered loudly, making a sick smile cross Sylar lips. She knew what she had to do, and she was going to follow through with her plans and ruin Maero and his precious Brotherhood.