Shaundi
Third Street Saints' Lieutenant
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As Shaundi and parachute into the city of Steelport below them, a message from Phillip Loren in his thick French accent plays in their earpieces: The body of Mr. Gat will be a message to all who oppose the Syndicate. There is no mercy, only death. Do not mourn your friend. You will be joining him soon.
Anger colors Shaundi's voice as she declares Loren's gonna pay for this...
- and Shaundi find themselves in a back alley, standing within spitting distance of one of the city's many red light districts. Neon lights in the form of erotic advertisements brighten the small neighborhood situated directly under an overpass, hookers and strippers milling about looking for their next client.*