Maero was pissed. Pissed beyond belief that the 3rd Street Saints had JUST came back to take a claim on the Brotherhoods territory. It just didn't make sense! And now he finds out they threatened his mechanic and made him so scared he rigged some of the Brotherhoods vehicles? Damn it all to hell! He bangs his fists against the counter, his face twisted into a scowl beyond repair. "The fuck do these Saints guys think they are?!" Donnie, his mechanic, gulps nervously. "I- I'm sorry, Maero. I had no choice..-" "You fucking had a choice! With a gun by your head you should've had a spine!" Maero snaps.