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Saints or Martyrs?	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Actually O'Malley is dead. That was the real William O'Malley.” The arms dealer said as he handed a prepaid cell phone to Murphy who went into the kitchen to put it away. “Just ask for Fergus Reilly when you call.”
“So, Fergus can I assume that name is 'borrowed' too?” Smecker asked.
“We've done a lot of business Smecker, you and the guys here are at the top of my client list but you can't be too careful in my line of work.” The newly dubbed Fergus said. “It's not just government agencies like the ATF I have to watch out for. People tend to deal with competitors in this business by making them disappear.”
“Ye know tha phone works both ways.” Connor said. “Ye have any trouble with yer competitors ye can give us a call.”
“Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest? Getting in the middle of a territory war doesn't exactly seem like it would fall under your destroy evil men mandate.” Smecker said as he lit another cigarette.
“Actually no. He's a part o this just like ye.” Murphy said as he sat back down. “Tis kind o like a army. Ye have yer men on the front lines, me and Connor. Then ye have yer headquarters which would be ye Smecker. Finally ye have yer supply line which would be Fergus here.”
“And when ye attack tha supply line ye attack tha army.” Connor said stubbing out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. “Not ta mention he's supposed ta be a part o this, God gave us a sign tha first time we met him.”
“God gave you a sign?” Fergus looked confused at that bit of news.
Murphy spoke up, “While tha wicked stand confounded,”
“Call me with thy saints surrounded.” Connor finished. “He meant ye ta supply us with what we needed.
“Well if it's any consolation, we have a contact now in the ATF. People in critical positions are taking note. While agents are dicking around with two bit street thugs, you two are taking out the key players.” Smecker explained standing up. “Well guys I have work to do, I'm still trying to find this Bacchus person and I have a few leads to check into. Call me if you need anything.”
*****
“Lucifer, welcome.” Baron Samedi gave an elegant bow as the delicate man entered the fancy plantation home outside of New Orleans.
“Baron I was expecting your call. We do have a lot to talk about.” Lucifer said as he stepped into the foyer.
“Come, we can talk in the library.” Samedi said as he lead the way to a dark paneled room with a large fireplace.
The room was richly appointed in a mix of antebellum era furnishings and African masks and other odds and ends. A large altar graced one wall with a myriad of candles burning. Samedi gestured to a pair of comfortable looking leather chairs while he made his way to the small wet bar in the corner.
“Do you still enjoy cognac?” Samedi asked pouring two glasses of the liquor before handing Lucifer a crystal goblet and sitting in the chair opposite.
Lucifer took a sip of the cognac. “Pan is no longer with us, he chose to side with Shiva.”
“Yes I know. I called you here to let you know that the Loa stand with you which should be no great surprise. After all we have become so tangled in Catholic dogma we may as well attend mass each Sunday.” Samedi said.
“You didn't exactly fight it.” Lucifer said. “When the slaves started pairing you with the saints you seemed to be okay with it. Voodoo has become it's own separate religion different than Vodun.”
“We were. Most of us see the opportunity that your father has given us and we are grateful that we have a chance to gain paradise. Why do you think Apophos stands with you. It is the greedy and destructive that stand with Shiva.” Samedi said. “Although you accept your father's help in this, you are still rebellious and making things difficult. Your watchdogs have no place in the plan although they are helpful for the moment. Your father allows it, but once this is over he will not be happy that you stand between them and their destiny.”
*****
“What are we doing at a bar at 10 am Smecker?” Reynolds asked as he followed Smecker into McGinty's.
“Well if you're going to be a part of this you might as well meet the gang, Reg.” Smecker said as he headed in the direction of the group in the back. “And the gangs all here.”
Reynolds looked at the group all huddled together around the large booth with a table pulled up to it for good measure. Eunice Bloom he recognized since she was usually the one who ended up on camera deftly avoiding answering questions from the media. Next to her was a Hispanic male that could only be Ybarra. He might as well have FBI Stamped across his forehead.
“Special Agents Eunice Bloom and Juan Ybarra.” Reynolds said. Bloom I recognize from all her time charming reporters and Ybarra has spent too much time toeing the company line.”
Directly across from the two were two men that he assumed were Duffy and Dolly of the Boston PD. Paul had told him to think of Columbo from the old Peter Falk TV show and he would know who was who.
“You two have to be detectives Dolly and Duffy. Dolly is the one that looks like Columbo Junior.”
Sitting at the table on one side was a was an Irishman if the “Kiss Me I'm Irish” T-shirt were any indication and next to him another Hispanic man wearing a La Raza T-shirt. “I know you are Romeo,” Reynolds said pointing at Rome “But I havent got a damned clue who the hell you are.”
Across from them facing the door wearing identical black turtleneck pullovers with large rosaries tucked underneath were two me who could only be the MacManus brothers. The rosaries were a dead give away.
“And let's see, dark hair and a mole, you would be Murphy. And that would make you Connor, the infamous MacManus brothers AKA The Saints.” Reynolds nodded at the two. “So Paul how'd I do?”
“100% since there's no way you could know Fergus here.” Smecker said. “Everybody, this is Reginald Reynolds, Director of the local Branch of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. He has decided to join our little cause.”
Romeo let out a laugh. “We got the Irish, the Greeks, the Mexicans, the Cubans and now the African Americans. Aren't we just turning into a Rainbow Coalition!”
Reynolds noticed the stares Romeo was getting. “I'm sure Jesse Jackson would love that reference, although I think we do have the multicultural part down.”
“FBI, ATF; will we look up one day to see you coming in the door followed by the DEA and CIA too?” Duffy asked.
Paul glanced at Reynolds “We're strictly a domestic operation, I doubt you'll be seeing the CIA but the DEA? Maybe, after all the boys have taken out more than one drug dealer.”
“And about to take out another.” Reynolds said. “Ronald Bacchus Terrell owns a winery outside of San Antonio, Texas. It's a legitimate front for a large drug smuggling operation. He works with the drug labs across the border in Mexico. He's bringing it in along the I-35 corridor from Laredo. I can get you plenty of intel on him but he's going to be impossible to pin down. He's on the road a lot. He could be anywhere in south Texas.”
“It's definitely not something to rush into.” Smecker added. “There's no one in Texas I would trust and I'm not comfortable with throwing you guys to the wolves without a safety net.”
“You know, I have family all over the valley in Texas and in Mexico.” Romeo said. “So it wouldn't be like going all Lone Ranger and shit. I can have my uncle make some calls, put out the word for a little back up.”
“See Connor,” Murphy said with a smirk. “I told ye havin our own Mexican would come in handy.”
Connor looked at Smecker “Ye know we want Bacchus, but I can see twill be a twofold thing. We couldn't in good conscious leave his little operation standin. So tha means a lot o plannin.”
“You'll be needing some special ordinance too.” Fergus piped up. “I'd recommend C4 for the explosive, it's stable and travels well. The problem will be detonating it from a safe distance. It will take me a couple of days to figure out a good detonation system. I'll also need an idea of the area you plan to blow up. Blueprints of the winery would work if you can get them.”
“Takin a more active role, then Fergus?” Murphy asked.
“I just lost over a million dollars worth of inventory and a very good friend thanks to these jackasses, so why not give them a good kick in the ass.” Fergus answered.
“So what about us?” Dolly asked. “I'm kind of feeling left out.”
“Ye and Duffy keep a eye on Doc and Ma. We still got ta worry about tha serial killer angle.” Murphy said.
“Aye all o this shit still goes back ta Lilith.” Connor said. “Sooner or later we are going ta have ta take that bitch down. Work on findin her.”
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