Zero Saints Thirty: Take 2

[saintofaboss]

[So the entire mission went well. Things got done, problems solved, sappy speeches while the Boss sang Aerosmith to himself while flying on a rocket to save the day during what became rather quickly a suicide mission... He heard all the words, of course. The speeches given, or lack thereof from Johnny, but a fist to... Whatever he hit... Was definitely just as worth it. So, landing in the office chair of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. was a rather pleasant surprise. Of course, the helmet helped disguise the face of the man underneath who even while kicking his feet onto the table, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back, he definitely was a bit freaked out.

That lasted all of two seconds before he tried to see if he could get any contact from the others, even if his own suit was faulty when it came to sound.

Apparently falling and having debris falling over him in the Oval Office was enough to make communication useless in general. So the next mode of contact was to grab his phone from one of the pouches and taking a selfie, still wearing the entire suit as his free hand did his best 'I've got duckface under this helmet' peace sign he could manage before adding text to it after and to only one person from that team.

So Johnny Gat would be getting a text in a few moments with said picture.]

Thinking of you as I sit in the goddamned oval office

[And at that point was when security got there. He rolled his head back in annoyance before aiming to get under the table from gunfire and text again]

Get here fast I'll leave some security guys for you

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[hepatitis]

[ Johnny had thought the Boss was dead. They all had. They'd survived a lot of shit in their lives, but this had to be pushing it, even for the leader of the Saints. Everyone had said their goodbyes except for Johnny, who'd stayed as silent as one could when slamming their fist into metal. Later, when asked about it, he'd lie and just say he knew the Boss was going to be fine, so a goodbye would have been a waste of his fucking breath.

For someone who had thought that his best friend had just died, the text Johnny sent back was (un)surprisingly devoid of any real emotional response. ]

on my way

[ And he really was there as fast as he could be, thanks to a stolen plane. There were several more strategical plans to get into the White House instead of barreling through the front door, but they didn't sound nearly as fun. Without a map of the White House -- and he wasn't about to pause long enough to try and find one -- he wound up going room to room until he actually found the Oval Office. ]

I'd complain you didn't leave me many, but they've got more coming.

[ He said it with a grin. Reinforcements might have been disheartening (or terrifying) to some, but for Johnny Gat, it was all a part of the fun. ]

[saintofaboss]

[And there's a shrug from the still helmet wearing leader because so far he had a total of three seconds to breathe and he decided not to waste his time trying to get the helmet off. He kicked the last guy he had brought down in the forehead as he began to stir before aiming to get his helmet off]

You had whatever you were beating up, I had the secret service that showed up after I landed.

[There was a shrug as he grinned back to his best friend, despite the helmet hair, freeing one hand so he could at least get it out of that flat against his head look.]

Besides, you weren't fast enough for the guys in the room.

[hepatitis]

[ Johnny doesn't have a chance to complain because the shuffle of what's probably the SWAT team is loud in the hallway. He ducks into the office, holding his gun up, ready to shoot whatever sad sack of shit tried to walk through the door first. ]

When do you think they'll realize we're not the bad guys?

[ It'd probably happen a lot sooner if they stopped shooting everyone, but hey, if the Boss wanted tact, Johnny was the wrong person to invite. ]

[saintofaboss]

Depends on whether or not you told everyone else where you were going. Or how fast Shaundi tells Matt and Kinzie to get to fixing this hilarious misunderstanding.

[There's a shrug as the Boss grabbed one of the handguns off of one of the Secret Service members.]

I mean I guess if were we to think logically not shooting and kicking their asses would help, but still.

[Two men were at the door and he went for a shoulder shot to one of the guys, the goal at this point incapacitate. When they're thanked he wanted everyone to apologize for trying to kill them or arrest them.]

In their defense, though, some whack job in a black helmeted suit fell through the ceiling into the Oval Office. I think they miiiight have some justification to being a bit upset.