Butcher rolled his shoulders.  "So, we go visit this porn producer and maybe we find his Japanese porn star.  Maybe she remembers where she was held before she was sold.  If not, maybe we ask him the same questions, only a little less gently.  You okay with playing rough, Damien?  We might need to pull a few teeth to get answers quickly.  If we had unlimited time, this would be child's play but we don't.  If you think we have the time to talk to your boss, who am I to say we don't?  I'm making a grand on this even if nothing else goes our way and that is more than I made last night.  I'm already ahead on the game."<br/><br/>He rolled his shoulders again.  Already he could feel the kick of the assault rifle against his shoulder, smell the cordite.  Yes, it was going to be a good evening.  One shot, one kill.  Ammunition was a commodity, to be preserved.  Missing was throwing away money.  Make the shot.  Move on.  Find the girl.  Move on.  Collect the money.  Move on.  Anything else that he could scavenge along the way was gravy.<br/><br/>Saint's Row.  Such a heavenly name for a place that housed part of the adult film industry.  Soon enough, it was going to be a lot more hellish, with blood running down the rain filled gutters and the howls of the wounded and dying competing with the thunder.  It would be music to his ears.  Wait for the lightning and fire on the thunder.  Yes, it was going to be a good night.