Saints and Solitude(Part 3)

“I get it now.” Connor all but barked, “But why da hell’d we need ‘er?” He asked gesturing to me.

“I thought you were the smart one.” Smecker said blowing the smoke of his cigaret at him, “Perhaps it’s because she’s been behind the imprisonment of just about every thug, drug dealer, gangster, rapist, murderer, organized crime member, human trafficker, arms dealer, pedophile and street scum that Manhattan has seen she was 16. But then again, Connor, what do I know? I’m only a rogue F.B.I. agent who has worked hand in hand with her for about 5 years before she admitted to the flaws in our government’s justice system and took it into her own hands on a much larger, more advanced and professional level than you two ever could have.”

Connor looked at me for a second and sat back down, crossing his arms like an upset toddler.

“Why’d ya snap, like ya did?” Murphy asked me before staring down at the table.

I threw down the other half of my chocolate chip cookie onto my plate and swallowed what was in my mouth, “I don’t think I have to tell you guys what’s wrong with our justice system.”

“Yeah, guys who work for gangs and stuff get out the same day, what about the others?” Romeo asked.

“Gangs are part of it.” I started and took a sip of coconut milk before continuing, “Presently prisons are over crowded and under staffed. Meaning that sometimes, in the case of, let’s say, a junkie who attacks an unsuspecting person in order to get money so that they can get their fix and almost kills them. Either, they’ll be let off with the requirement they meet with a parole officer because the crime was not attempt to commit murder, but petty theft. Or, they’ll go to prison, and instead of having something like a minimum of 7 years for the assault, burglary and possession of drugs, they get off with something like 2 years or 9 months if they’re lucky. And then they’re back on the streets rinsing and repeating. The government is way too focused on the guys who aren’t part of gangs and are like serial killers, people who will spread unrest throughout the country and will, without a doubt, commit the same heinous crimes again. Even then, because of an over look in the system or because of good behaviour, criminals like pedophiles, serial rapists, drug dealers. All of them can get out of a life sentence or an extended stay because of it. Because they don’t want to keep them in there, because they have higher security prisoners that need to be kept in.” I paused a moment and took a deep breath to compose myself so I didn’t end up putting a hole in the wall, “Yet a lot of the time, it’s those criminals who are let back out onto the streets that do far more damage than those who are currently being kept inside. And it’s disgusting.”

I growled out the last of it, feeling my stomach turn remembering some of the scum I had encountered. They were not people, not with what they could do and sleep with. Not with what I’ve seen them do.

“You were a P.I. at 16, how fuckin’ old are ya now?” Connor asked dumbfounded.

“28.” I replied shortly pushing my plate of cookies away from me. I wasn’t hungry anymore.

“And you’ve been in jail, how long?” Murphy asked slowly.

“6 years.” I sighed.

Connor leaned over to Murphy and Romeo and whispered in Spanish, “I think this girl is a lot more bad ass than we gave her credit for.”

Romeo nodded, “We need to watch ourselves around her.”

“I am, and you should.” I replied in Spanish also.

They all looked at me dumbfounded.

“How do you think she learned that?” Murphy asked Connor in Italian.

“I pick up things.” I told them in Italian.

“Is there a language ya don’t know!?” Connor snapped.

I smirked, “I’ve had trouble with mandarin just because of the pitches used in it, and I unfortunately don’t know a word of Welsh.”

“Show off.” Romeo hissed.

I rolled my eyes before turning to the door.

“Long time no see, Eunice, how’ve you been?” I asked the woman entering the room. Her hair was now short and black, rather than long and blonde like it had been before. She was still walking around in a tight little pencil skirt and frilly blouse like I remembered though.

She stood in the door way in shock, “I never thought I would see you here.” She said slowly in her southern drawl.

“Who were you expecting then?” I teased, “Santa Clause?”

She frowned deeply at me as she strutted forward, “When Smecker told me he had the best on this job, I did not expect you is all.”

“You think I got out of shape on the inside?” I smirked.

“I didn’t think you would ever take the offer.” She said looking away, “I know it’s always your way or no way. So, I think I have every right to be surprised.”

“I almost didn’t take the offer.” I told her, gesturing to the brothers and Romeo, “But I have a list I need to finish off. And the scum never stops coming.”

All she did was smile, before turning her attention to the boys next to me.

“Long time no see, huh?” She said.

“Ya look different.” Murphy blurted out.

“After getting the information on the Roman out of the F.B.I. data base I was America’s most wanted number 1. I had to change and get out.” She told them.

“What is all this?” Romeo asked looking back and forth between Smecker and Eunice and me.

“To put it simply,” Smecker started lighting another cigaret, “Consisting of you, the MacManus brothers, and The Fallen Angel of Manhattan, we have a an almost supercharged team fit, capable and crazy enough to take on the bad guys of the world, eliminating crime entirely.”

I stared at the man like he had just grown a second head, “And you think sending me in with a team of untrained morons like them, that the four of us can take on, let me think, 100,000,000 maybe more scum?! Smecker have you lost your mind along the way!?”

He stood up and stared me down, “Over the course of 1 year, I have seen you take down over 400 criminals!” He all but shouted, “Consisting of organized crime members, pedophiles, murderers, arsonists, thieves, corrupt politicians, drug dealers, arms dealers, human trafficking rings! And a whole God damn Gang family! The fact you say you can’t with help, is what amazes me-”

“I don’t know what these morons are capable of!” I shouted over him and stood up too, “I don’t know where their skills lay, I don’t know if they just got lucky, I don’t know if they’ll slow me down, or expose me, or get me killed. And the only reason why I got that many, Smecker, is because I knew exactly who and what I was dealing with! I did my homework, I did my research, I devolved into a stalker into to get the information I needed to make the hits as clean and smooth as I could. And it would have ended up paying off if you hadn’t stopped me when you did!”

“How many more would you have killed!?” He screamed.

“1516!” I screamed back. Smecked took a half a step back, processing what I had just said.

I huffed having let out that much anger, “2,000 criminals were on my hit list, Smecker.” I said calming down, “That 484, that was just the beginning. Every single person who had committed a crime worthy of extended jail time was on my list, with the highest reoffence rate taking my priority. If you hadn’t come in, no one would have known it was me. You could have lied, you could have shifted the blame onto some nobody scum. But instead you come in, to my house, and you couldn’t even look me in the eye as you read me my rights. So tell me, why should I go with this suicide plan of yours when all I have to do is kill all of you to take my freedom?”

Smecker was sitting at this point, “Because it’s not your style.” He said looking me in the eye for the first time, in a long, long time. “I know, I was an over confident ass, a moron and I certainly was not a friend to you then, like I wanted to be for you. At the time I didn’t see what you did, and I was stupid because of it. I let what you taught me blind me from your search for justice, actual justice. And I know it doesn’t mean shit to you now, but I want you to know I see it. I see it now, I see the shit, I see the truth, I see that you were right all along. And I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much, but I am truly and honestly sorry for not talking to you about it first and taking away the one thing you had.”

I crossed my arms over my chest staring down at him. He meant every word he said, and now he was serious about taking this on. He was asking me for my help in taking it on. He was the closest thing I ever had to someone in my corner, let a lone a friend.

I let out a silent sigh as I closed my eyes. He was willing to go as far as needed to get this done. I knew the boys were too. The question, was I willing to let them go with me?

“I’m allowed to pick my targets right?” I asked opening my eyes and staring into Smecker’s blue eyes.

He nodded, not breaking eye contact.

I took a deep breath before turning my attention to the boys beside me.

“Now or never.” I told them popping out a hip and placing my hand on it, “All in or get out, we’re working together.”

“Were all in from da start.” Connor smirked at me.

“We’re kinda like Seven eleven,” Murphy added, “We’re not always doin’ business, but we’re always open.”

My gaze then turned to Romeo. He glared up at me.

“Much as I don’t want to,” He started, “I was with these guys of my own accord, and I’ll be with them until the end. Whether you’re part of the deal or not, I’m outta jail and I’m not gonna stop.”

I nodded, “Then we’re all in til the end.” I turned to Smecker, “Sergio Vendetti.”

Smecker stubbed out his cigaret quickly and grabbed a pen and paper.

“Rolando Bellucci. Benito Trevisan. And Vicencio Marcello.” I said, “Find out everything you can about these men. I want to know when they eat, when they sleep, when they take a piss. What food gets stuck in their teeth, and what gets them off. Skip no detail.”

Smecker nodded, “Eunice, would you please be a dear and bring this to the data bank, see what they can dig up.”

She nodded before taking the paper and leaving.

“Who are those guys?” Romeo asked me as I sat back down and picked up my half eaten cookie.

“Drug smugglers, child pornography distributors, firearms smugglers, and a hitman.” I said shortly before taking another bite.

“They on yer list?” Murphy asked.

“I was gonna hit ’em all the same day this bastard came and arrested me.” I said through crumbs, motioning to the blonde across the table at me.

“Oh.” I said after swallowing as I reached for my milk again, “And I want a copy of the newest world’s most wanted. Along as one from every country. I want death certificates from all the major gang families too, I want to know who’s kicked the bucket and who I-we have to worry about now. And any new illegal imports companies that have popped up too.”

Smecker nodded, “I’ll get on that. What are you guys going to do in the mean time?”

“After that prison riot we staged,” I started looking the three of them over for a second, “I’ll let these guys rest for a bit. Then we’ll start seeing what they’re made of.”

“A shit ton of balls.” Romeo sneered.

“Makes it all the more painful when I hit you then, doesn’t it.” I growled back.

“If the flirting is done.” Smecker said, standing up from his chair, “I’ll show you guys to your hut. I hope you don’t mind sharing. But you’re a team after all.”

“Only if she makes breakfast again.” Murphy said pointing at me.

“Ask nicely.” I chuckled before chugging down my milk and standing up too, “You guys need to rest.” I assured them, “It’s safe to do so now.”

“And you aren’t going to kill us?” Romeo asked just to make sure.

I nodded, “You guys are my team, not my target.”

I felt relief wash over the three of them as I said that.

“Let’s go then.” Smecker said leading the way out of the room and out into the bright moonlit night.


Saints and Solitude(Part 2)

I stood in the kitchen in front of the stove, flipping pancakes and making sure bacon didn’t stick to the pan. I got up at the crack of dawn, all three of the boys were sawing logs in the other rooms still sound asleep.

I placed more of the pancakes on a plate already piled high with them. I then checked the bacon, making sure it was crisp and not burnt before transferring it to a plate lined with paper towel. I set the two plates down on table which already had three plates layed out with silverware next to them and turned back to the oven to pull out the hash browns.

I pulled on a ovenmit and pulled out the tray before setting it onto the stove and reaching for another plate.

“Good morning.” I said sensing something behind me. I turned to see all three of the boys standing in the doorway staring at me, “Come eat.” I encouraged, “It’ll get cold.”

“I’m not trusting it.” Romeo snarled at me, “You might have poisoned it.”

Connor and Murphy sent a sideways look at each other before sitting down opposite to one another and pulling a pancake onto their plates before taking a hesitant bite each.

“Don’t fucking care if da tings are poisoned.” Connor said in amazement.

“They’re fuckin’ amazin’.” Murphy finished, “Where’d ya learn ta cook like dis?” He asked.

I shrugged as I placed the plate of hash browns on the table as the brothers dug into everything.

“You learn something when you’re on your own.” I said before turning to the fridge, “You guys want syrup?”

“Yes, please.” They both said together, mouths full.

I pulled out a bottle of syrup and placed it on the table before reaching for a glass to pour the milk I had in the other hand.

“It’s impolite to stare.” I snarled back at Romeo as he looked over the table.

“Shut up.” He growled at me.

“Make me.” I teased as I took a sip of milk.

His face twisted into fury as he reached to his belt, but I grabbed mine first and had it cocked and ready blow his face off.

“I wouldn’t.” I warned, Romeo took his hand away from his belt and put his hands up.

I snarled, “I was told you were needed alive. So your options are what I made, or you can take your luck with whatever you want to make.”

Romeo said nothing ad he sat down too and started loading his plate full of food before digging in.

“This is delicious.” He said after one bite.

I clicked my tongue to the top of my mouth in a ‘no duh’ gesture. I turned back to the stove and grabbed another ovenmit to grab a pan full of cooked brownies in it and set it on the stove before turning the oven off.

I then jumped up onto the counter and sipped on my milk.

“So, are ya gonna tell us yer name, lass?” Connor asked.

“Why do you want to know it?” I asked reaching for a piece of toast and taking a bite of the buttery, crunchy bread.

“Not about ta call ya Fallen Angel, now are we?” Murphy said shoveling hash browns into his mouth.

I said nothing but took another bite of toast.

“At least tell us why you ended up in jail.” Connor said turning to look at me.

I shrugged, “Same kinda reason you guys did I guess.” I said not sure how to continue, “I snapped, ended up going on a killing spree of the lowlives of Manhattan and got caught.”

“Why are you out now?” Romeo asked.

I shrugged again, “So far, it was to get you jerk offs out of the can.”

“You don’t know why else?” Murphy asked.

I once again shrugged, “I’ll know the second we get the call, wont I?”

We all sat in silence and finished eating. When all of us were done I got up off the counter and set my plate and cup in the sink before turning to the table and beginning to clear it, but was stopped by two sets of hands.

“Not ta get an yer bad side, lass,” Murphy said gaining my attention, “But Connor n’I were raised wit manners, ‘nd if our ma saw how nice a meal ya prepared fer us ‘nd we didn’t help wit da dishes sh’d be on our arses.”

“Let us take care o’ da dishes.” Connor said to me, flashing a smile.

I slowly retracted my hands and went back to my place on the counter watching them with accusing eyes. No one had ever done something like this before.

The brothers cleared the table and Murphy washed the dishes as Connor dried them and placed them into the dish drain on the right of the sink.

“Where did ya learn ta cook like dis, lass?” Connor asked about half way through the dishes.

I shrugged again, “I kinda taught myself.” I admitted.

“Yer parents must’a been ‘appy ta have ya cookin’ fer ’em then.” Murphy said as he dried his hands and turned around to look at me.

I shrugged again, “Why did you guys end up in the hole?” I asked.

“Da tree o’ us got in a gun fight alongside our, Da.” Connor started but then paused, being pained by something.

“We got surrounded by a swat team.” Murphy added, “Got thrown in almost immediately.”

I nodded, “Think there’s a reason why they didn’t want me to break your Dad out too?”

They both looked uneasy at my words, I glanced over st Romeo. He too looked unnerved.

“Did you lose him in that fight?” I asked staring at the tiled floor of the kitchen.

“Yeah.” Murphy and Connor said at the same time.

“You guys close?”

“Yeah.” They both said with a nod again.

“Sorry.” I said getting up from the counter.

“Fer us losin’ ‘im or us bein’ close to ‘im?” Connor barked.

“Both.” I told him and turned and walked into my room. I closed my door and leaned against it.

I did feel kind of bad for bringing it up. I knew there were people who were close to their parents, and had siblings. I honestly did feel bad for the two if them, and Romeo too. They would have to go through the pain of losing those they had closest to them.

I stood in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and then dumped them into the pot of chicken stock I had on the stove.

Murphy, Connor and Romeo sitting at the table playing poker.

I heard the phone on the wall ring behind me.

Murphy jumped up and answered the phone.

“Blue button in the corner will put it on speaker.” I told him, Murphy did just that.

“Hello?” Murphy then asked.

“Hello boys.” Smecker said from the other end.

“Smecker?” Connor and Murphy all but yelled in response.

“The one and only.” He said with an audible smirk, “I know there are a lot of questions you’re gonna want to ask, and a lot more I’m going to have to answer. But for right now I need to get you guys here, where it’s safe before any of that can occur. I just hope that your transportation was comfortable.”

“Comfortable!” Connor yells, “Oh yeah! Gettin’ yelled at by woman who wont even tell us ‘er name ‘nd treats us all like we’re children ‘fore givin’ us orders that don’t make sense and have me feelin’ like I’m in a bad movie ‘nd she’s gonna drive us to our deaths! Perfect!”

“Oh no.” Smecker sighed.

“What?”Murphy asked.

“She hasn’t even told you her name, you must have really pissed her off.” Smecker explained.

“We haven’t done anything but been nice to this bitch.” Romeo snapped, “Now who the hell are you?”

“You must be Romeo.” Smecker said with a chuckle, “I am Paul Smecker, I commissioned that ‘bitch’ to break you three out of jail. And I would be careful with that word if I were you.”

“What word?” Romeo snapped.

“All of them.” Smecker told him, “The Fallen Angel of Manhattan is the most skilled and intelligent investigator this world has probably ever seen. She’s lethal, fast and dangerous. If you piss her off enough she could kill you, and then another hundred times before you even hit the ground.”

I chuckled, “Smecker,” I said looking over my shoulder at the boys hunched around the phone, “You give me far too much credit.” I turned back to the beef I was cutting, “I could only maybe kill them about ten times before they hit the ground.”

I heard the thick gulping of saliva from the three of them. I tasted the faint salty and muggy flavour that I was accustom to: fear.

“Just for the love of God, tell me she isn’t cooking right now.” Smecker begged on the other side of the line.

The boys all turned to look at me, the faint taste in the air becoming much stronger as the seconds ticked by.

“Oh God.” Smecker said as he heard nothing but silence, “Just do me a favor and don’t do anything else stupid to piss her off.”

“Why did ya want us out, anyway?” Connor asked staring back at the phone.

“That is not something to talk about over the phone.” Smecker said, “We’ll talk when you guys get here.”

“When will transport be here?” I asked as I opened up a package of egg noodle pasta.

“Tomorrow morning.” He told me, “9 am at the latest. If they aren’t there by that time, call me. Something went wrong.”

“Got it.” I said dumping the pasta in.

“Please don’t kill them.” Smecker begged me, “Otherwise all this work is for nothing.”

“I’ve been good so far.” I told him.

“Should we really be dis scared o’ a little girl?” Murphy asked Smecker.

“She’s not any little girl.” Smecker told them, “But that is also not something to discuss on this line.”

“Alright.” Murphy said preparing to hang up, “I guess we’ll see ya’ later then.”

“Yes you will.” Smecker said, “Before we hang up.”

Murphy paused to hear out what he had to say.

“A word to the wise, don’t steal her sweets.”

And with that final word, Smecker hung up leaving the kitchen in silence.

We all sat at the kitchen table, the boys eating omelets and I was finishing off the last of the brownies I had made yesterday. We were all up at dawn, about 5:30, and were packed and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

Right now, it was almost 7 in the morning.The four of us all had one of our guns on the table ready to aim incase something went wrong.

Everything was silent until I heard the sound of an engine getting louder and louder until it stopped right out front of the house and the engine was cut.

No one moved, no one said anything as we heard two car doors open and close and the distinct sound of gravel crunching beneath their feet as they made their way up to the house and through the door.

One of them took out a key and unlocked the door, both of them stepping forward and into the small house, making their was down the small hallway into the kitchen. The kitchen door swung open and the four of us had our guns pointed at the terrified looking men in the doorway.

One was taller than the other with white hair, he was wearing black slacks and a black dress shirt with a black pea coat and black shoes. The one in front of him was dressed in a dark grey pin stripped suit with a red dress shirt and black tie and brown shoes.

They both had their hands up by their heads asking silently not to shoot.

The shorter man licked his lips before saying, “Sweet tea treat.”

I uncocked my gun and put it back in my holster in my jacket. The boys understanding the code followed suit.

I stood up.

“I am Ian, this is Morice.” The man in the suit told me, “Morice will be taking care of your transport car, I will be transporting the four of you to the airport where a plane, off the books, will take off and take you the coast where you will then take a boat to your final destination. There you will meet the man in charge and you’ll get your mission.”

I nodded,”Alright, let’s go boys.”

Despite the cool breeze of the water flying up as the boat sped through the water, the heat was getting to me. I pulled my leather jacket off and pushed up the sleeves of my long sleeved shirt to get some breeze.

I turned feeling three sets of eyes boring into me. I saw all of them staring at me. I then looked down to see the hunched over form of a half human creature with a goat/deer head on its contorted form, dripping with blood that I had inked onto the inside of my left forearm. I pulled my sleeve down not wanting them to stare anymore as I glared at them.

It was silent the rest of the way, save for the buzz of the engine and spray of the water and the occasional call of a gull.

Thirty minutes later we were docked on a tropical, sandy island somewhere off the coast of Grenada. I jumped off the boat, jacket folded over my arm, hand holding one of guns just in case.

I looked around and saw an all too familiar face making its way over to us.

“Smecker.” I said glaring at him.

“Good to see you too.” He said sarcastically to me before turning his attention to the boys, “I know you’re going to have a lot of questions, so let’s get you guys inside, fed, changed and rested before we tackle that. We have a lot to go over. And for the love of God please tell me you didn’t steal anything sweet from her on the way over.”

“She down’d ’em ‘for we could even get a good look.” Connor smirked at me.

I directed my glare to him.

“Aye.” Murphy encouraged, “She’s got a sweet tooth, dis one.”

“Let’s get inside before she kills you.” Smecker said turning on his heel and leading us away from the dock into a very large hut.

Saints and Solitude(Part 1)

“You want me to do what?” I snarled at the man sitting in front of me. He should be thankful that there was not only bullet proof glass, but two layers of heavy metal mesh separating us.

“You heard what I said.” The older blond man said staring at me, “And I know you can do it.”

“Give me one reason why I should.” I snarled and tried my best to readjust myself in my hard metal chair against the tight straight jacket and many hard metal cuffs that crisscrossed on my body, keeping me restrained.

He leaned forward in his chair looking me dead in the eyes.

“Because they’ve been doing the same thing you have before you got in here.” He told me, “And I think the four of you, together, could rid the world of all the scum, evil and organized crime this world has to offer.”

If it wasn’t for the mask that was currently covering the lover half of my face I would have spit at him. But then again, I guess there was a reason they kept me in these things. So I settled on boring my death glare into the man in the other side of the glass.

He leaned back into his chair and reached for his wallet he opened it and took out a card and placed it on the table.

“I’m going to leave this with the guards. And tell them that if you want to talk to me, you can.” He told me, “If you agree, I will get you out of here.”

I still did nothing but stared at him as he got up and walked out of the room. Six officers came into the room and unchained me from the chair and chained me to a transporting stand, all the while at least two of them had guns pointed at my head the entire time.

I did nothing but co-operate with them as they hauled me back to my cell. After a good five minutes of unchaining and releasing me, I was at the far corner of my cell facing the corner as the officers left and locked the door.

The second I heard the click of the cell door I sat on my bed. The past six years of my life had been spent behind these bars. And out of no where this former F.B.I. fucker decides I’m just going to drop to my knees and bow to him in order to get out of this hell hole.

I had known Smecker before getting here. I had been and independent private investigator specializing in organized crime. He, along with a lot of other F.B.I. fuckers, came to me a handful of times to try to recruit me. I always said no.

Five years ago, I snapped. Went on an organized killing spree, almost finished my list before I was caught. Spent the last six years in here. And at twenty-eight, I wanted my freedom, but I wanted it of my own accord.

I was a P.I. at sixteen. I was street smart, had no one looking out for me but me, and detectives always described me as being able to talk to the walls of a room. I didn’t have any formal education, but I was good enough to not need it. Prior to being a P.I., I was a nobody, and I had nothing, and I was angry. And I guess I just snapped.

I fell back against the mattress and sighed to myself.

Helping break out the Saints and their Mexican sidekick to go on a supported killing spree of all the low life scum of the earth. In all honesty it was tempting, and I had heard about the Saints and their return. But I wasn’t going to do it on someone else’s accord.

There was a bang on my cell door, followed by a gruff voice yelling.


I stood up from doing push ups and made my way to the door taking the tray that was offered through the slot.

As I was eating the mashed potatoes I noticed something off, something sticking out wrapped in plastic.

I grabbed the exposed corner carefully and pulled it out. Tucked into a sealed plastic baggie was a note, I opened the baggie and pulled out the paper. It was a typed out note directed at me.

“You can choose your targets, but we need the brothers first. ~S”

I sighed and flushed the baggie and the Note before finishing my meal and sending it through the slot at the bottom of the door.

I then layed on my bed and contemplated everything.

I stared at the line of lawyers who were trying to get me out of this hell hole, and the line of lawyers who were trying to get me to stay here. The fact I was doing this was amazing to myself more than anything. But, a girl’s gotta live.

Almost two hours later I was back in my cell getting ready to leave. I was allowed civilian cloths, but what I was brought in with was blood covered six years ago and consequently thrown out. But I was granted a white cotton t-shirt and blue jeans along with black high tops.

I was still chained up, without the straight jacket this time, as I was wheeled out. And unchained just before the front lobby, but there was someone who was waiting for me out there.

I was escorted out to the lobby and was greeted by Smecker. He held not only a black duffel bag, but an all too familiar black leather jacket.

“Good to have you back.” He teased as he handed me my jacket. I pulled it on and followed him out to the car that was waiting outside for us.

He held open the back seat door for me and followed me in. Once inside he closed the door and the car began to move. The duffel bag was put in my lap. My jeans, long sleeve shirt, combat boots, guns with silencers and knife were all in there. I put it at my feet once I knew everything was there.

Then a very thick file was placed in my hands.

“I know you like knowing everything you can.” Smecker recollected as he pulled out a cigaret, offered me one, which I declined, and lit it, “There’s as much detail as we could get on the brothers in there.” He told me as I opened it up and began speed reading, “A little on their new sidekick, Romeo. And everything we could get on Hoag, the prison they’re being held in. I’ve taken the liberty of including a blueprint of the prison for you too.”

“Why not just pay the bail, or get the lawyers to get the three of them out?” I asked, finishing up with the brothers and moving on to their sidekick.

“A public disturbance might be heard if we released all three of them at the same time.” He began puffing his smoke out the window, “Besides that, it’s much cheaper to get one out legally than three. And, on top of that, would you have gone if I tried to break you out?”

I shrugged a little knowing that he was probably right. I finished the last of the file and closed it.

“What are you gonna need?” Smecker asked cutting to the chase as he pulled out a note book and a pen.

“You must be the new nurse.” A large, muscular African-American officer, clad in a dark blue and grey uniform said to me.

I nodded, feeling odd that my head was so light now that I had gotten a hair cut.

“And the new order of medicine.” He said picking up the clip board on the cart I was pushing and giving it a once over.

“Dr. Dan sent you to put it all away?” He asked me peering over the clip board.

I nodded, “I was a pharmacist for four years before getting my PhD in medicine to become a nurse.” I explained, “I’m hoping to become a doctor myself one day.”

“Why would someone like you chose to work here of all places?” He asked with a smile on his face as he placed the clip board back on the cart.

I shrugged a little, “Person’s gotta start somewhere.”

He smiled more and opened the locked door for me to go down the hall to the infirmary.

I took the key off of my belt and used it to unlock the door. Two armed officers turned to look at me as I came in, the one closest to the door held it open for me as I pushed the cart in.

“Thank you.” I said to him with a smile and parked the cart next to medicine cabinet.

“Never seen you before.” The guard furthest from me said, “You new?”

I nodded picking up the clip board from the cabinet of bottles and looked at it as I grabbed something from the cart.

“And you won’t be seeing me again.” I said, taking the gun in my hand and landing a single shot in both the officers’ necks.

I walked up to them, grabbed the keys from the one’s belt and put the ring between my teeth as I turned the both of them over onto their backs and pulled the tranquilizer darts out of their necks.

I then straightened up and walked over to the three men who were staring at me like I was crazy. I went to the brother with the shortest hair and unlocked his cuffs before handing him the keys and pointing at the other two while holding my finger to my lips motioning them to stay quiet.

I then made my way back to the cart and pulled out four black backpacks. I pulled my light blue scrubs off, revealing the black long sleeved shirt and dark jeans I had underneath. I opened up one of the back packs and pulled out a screw driver, flashlight and a pair of grip gloves before picking up the other three and throwing one at each of the men.

“Change.” I ordered before turning my attention to the vent on the far wall of the room.

I heard nothing behind me, so I turned and looked to see the three of them staring at me.

“What did I just say?” I snarled.


“Shhhh!” I insisted in a whisper, “There’s a lot of explaining that needs to get done on everyone’s part, right now the only things I know are; I have to get the three of you morons out of here without a body count and to a safe house about a hundred and fifty miles away and wait for further instructions from a former F.B.I. agent who I was more than certain was dead the past eight years only to be surprised he wasn’t and he got me out of jail too. So, if you thick skulled, idiotic, fucktards can’t understand the current situation, you are dead weight to me and I need to adjust the body count clause.”

“But’cha killed ’em!” The twin with the longer hair whisper-yelled at me.

“It was a tranquilizer.” I assured, “I don’t kill innocents. Now change, and get ready to go.” I growled.

I then turned my attention fully back to the vent, hearing the changing of cloths behind me. I got the two screws off the vent and swung it open. I went back to my back pack, got my knife out, threw the screwdriver in the pack and pulled out a bundle of rope. I pulled my pack on the put the rope over one arm and my neck. I used the flash light to look down to see how far it would be and I couldn’t see the bottom.

I looked behind me to see the three of them standing these staring at me waiting for further instructions. All of them had their packs.

“I’m going to go down first.” I told them pulling my gloves on, “We’re gonna have to climb down, use the groves in the side to guide you. Last one to go though, pull this thing shut.” I said motioning to the swinging door of the vent.

“Why?” I heard the mexican ask me as I was about half way in.

I turned and gave him a dull look before sneering, “It’s polite.”

I got all the way in, faintly hearing the stifled snickers of the Irish twins as I put the flash light in my mouth and began to climb down. When reaching the bottom I went to the left and waited for the three of them.

“This way.” I whispered, army crawling forward with them right behind me.

I found the grate I was looking for and managed to pry it off. I pulled the cover into the vent on the side of me where the boys weren’t. I looked down to make sure the coast was clear and as carefully as I could, took off the rope and my pack before throwing them down and out of the vent, myself following close after. The opening wasn’t too small, but I wasn’t going to risk getting caught on something after all this.

I landed on the ground and pulled my pack and rope back on, digging in my pocket for the blueprint I had taken with me. I looked around the dark room to find what I needed, the three of them, surprisingly, never fell too far behind me.

I turned to the twin directly behind me, the one with the longer hair.

“Go into my backpack.” I told him in a whisper, “There’s a crowbar. Grab it.”

He did as I asked and handed it to me after zipping my pack back up.

I put the flashlight back in my mouth and used it to open the man hole cover that in the floor of the boiler room. I motioned for the three of them to go down, they looked at me skeptically. I gave one of the twins the flash light and they went down slowly. I was the last, and I used the crowbar to pull the cover back in place.

I got down the short ladder and took the flashlight back as one of the twins put the crowbar back in my pack for me. I took out the blueprint and started to asses where we were. There were three directions to go. I went south-east. The boys hot at my heels.

I was surprised that they hadn’t said anything at all.

After a few minutes we came to another cross in the roads, as I was looking, no longer at the blueprints to the prison, but rather an intricate workings of the sewer systems. I was a little lost. I put my right pointer finger in my mouth before popping it back out feeling the slight breeze coming from my right I followed it until we got to the gated end of the sewer system.

I put the flashlight and blueprints back in my backpack and pulled out a blow torch and a pair of protective goggles.

I turned to tell the guys to look away, but their backs were already turned.

I put the goggles on and ignited the blowtorch. It took a little while but I went full circle around it. I then turned the torch off and put that and my goggles back in my pack. I then gave the gate a good, hard shove loosening it from the metal it was once attached to and set it down against the side of the tunnel before grabbing my pack and stepping out into the fading sunlight.

The boys followed close behind me. We made our way quickly away from the sewer and to the underneath of a bridge, where the car was. I knelt down by the trunk and pulled the key out of my boot. I popped the trunk and pulled out four Duffel bags. I tossed one to each of them.

“Cloths you’re wearing now, go in those packs. Put on what’s in these. And then get your asses in the car.” I snarled.

I left them at the trunk and went around to the hood. Pulling my soaked jeans off and shoving on dry ones before replacing my shirt with an almost identical white one and my black leather jacket. I then threw everything with the back pack. The threw that in the trunk. The boys followed suit and got in the car with me.

I turned on the car, put it in first and tore out of there.

The car was silent, the air was so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife.

About thirty minutes into the drive I pulled into a deserted alley and pulled over. I got out of the car and opened the trunk taking out all the backpacks and a can of gasoline. I threw the backpacks into a dumpster and poured the gas on them before lighting a match and throwing it in the dumpster.

I felt the warmth of the fire as I made my way back to the driver’s seat.

I got in and closed the door to find the three boys staring at me.

“Who t’fuck ‘er you?” The twins asked me together.

“Piss me off,” I said turning the car on again and pulling out of the alley, “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

The rest of the two hour or so drive was silent. The boys were sizing me up, and I was focusing on the road. Finally we came to the address. I pulled in to the drive way and turned off the car, getting out.

The boys followed cautiously behind me. I took the key out and turned it in the lock. I walked in, leaving the door open and turned on some lights. It was a small, three bedroom, one bathroom house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

I opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in, closing it behind me. After that trip I really needed to pee.

I could hear the boys in the poor excuse of a kitchen talking.

“That crazy bitch has to go.” I heard Romeo tell the brothers.

“Yer jumpin’ ta conclusions, Romeo.” One of the brothers said.

“Aye, we don’t even know who she works fer, or what they want.” The other said.

“I tink da best ting ta do is ‘ear ‘er out. Sh’might know someting important.”

“Fine.” Romeo agreed, “But if shit goes sideways, I’m shooting first asking questions later.”

I finished up washing my hands before leaving the bathroom. On my way into the kitchen, through the living room, I grabbed a duffel that was on the coffee table and dropped it on the kitchen table.

“If you want to get the drop on me.” I said unzipping the bag and starting to pull guns out, “You might want to make sure yours are loaded.”

I grabbed my two forty fives with silencers and put them in the gun holsters in my jacket before clipping my knife into my belt.

“You’re Romeo.” I said wanting confirmation, he nodded, “Conner.” I said looking at the longer haired twin, “And Murphy.” I said looking at the shorter haired twin, “The orders now are to wait. But the house is completely stocked. I wasn’t told what to do from here on in. So we’re on par now.”

“Well, s’long as we’re gettin’ everyting out in’ta da open, lass,” Murphy told me, “How bout we straighten up some tings. I’m Connor, dis shite fer brains is Murphy.” He said motioning to the longer haired twin, “And just who da fuck er you?”

“They call me the fallen angel of Manhattan.” I told him, “And I’m sorry for messing you two up, but you kinda look alike.”

“We’re kinda brothers.” Murphy told me with his arms open in a no duh gesture.

“No shit, dumb ass.” I snarled.

“What do you want us to call you, miss ‘Fallen Angel of Manhattan’?” Romeo asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“For right now, nothing.” I told him, “We’re to wait here until we are contacted. I don’t know how long that’s going to take, but until then, I don’t care what you guys do. Just don’t leave the house.”

“Why were you in jail!” Murphy called after me as I left into the living room to find a room to lay down in.

“Doesn’t matter.” I called back.

“What were ya ‘fore all dis?” Connor called after me this time.

“Unimportant.” I said picking the one opposed to the other two rooms and right next to the bathroom.

“Are you going to answer any of these questions or are you going to give us the cold shoulder like a bitch!” Romeo yelled after me as I stepped into the room.

“We’ll see.” I said and shut the door, making sure to lock it before falling backwards onto the bed.

It was going to be a long night.