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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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Murphy and Connor had a window seat at the little roadside diner. Murphy was picking at his heuvos rancheros while Connor sipped on a cup of coffee and ignored his breakfast instead watching the steady parade of emergency response vehicles that whizzed past heading away from the now extinguished fire at the winery.
“There's another one.” Connor noted. “Looks like tis from a different town though. Twas a big bang we caused.”
“Aye, and fer once ye had a plan tha went off with no problems.” Murphy noted. “Well except fer tha wildfire tha is.”
“Twas unexpected.” Connor agreed. “I knew Texas was dry, I didn't think it would be that dry.”
Romeo slid into the boot beside Murphy. “Well it looks like they contained it to the winery and the surrounding fields. The local fire Marshall announced that it was arson but that there was also evidence of possible drug trafficking. They found a 2 kilo block of suspected heroin. It's being documented as a rival cartel trying to corner the market.”
“And Bacchus?” Murphy asked pushing his plate away.
“There's a warrant out for him but I think that's the least of his worries.” Romeo said with a smirk. “His buddies south of the border are pretty pissed right now. There was a couple of million dollars worth of shit in there waiting for distribution. It all went up in smoke.”
“He's goin ta be a busy man watchin his ass then.” Connor said. “So Murphy, think we should stay and try ta find him or head home?”
“I say head home. Ye know as soon as he pokes his head out from under what ever rock he chooses ta hide under, someone is goin ta blow it off.” Murphy answered as he pulled out his wallet and laid a $20 on the table. “Besides, I want ta see if Smecker is any closer ta findin tha rock Lilith is hidin under.”
*****
“Bacchus? What on earth could you possibly want?” Lucifer asked as his new butler Yakavetta showed the demon into the sitting room. “I'm here to ask you to call off your dogs.”
“Call off my dogs? Whatever do you mean?” Lucifer asked condescendingly.
“You know exactly what I mean, the fucking saints! I know that was their handiwork blowing up my winery. And now I not only have the human authorities looking for me, my own business partners want my head on a platter!” Bacchus sputtered.
“Bacchus, first let me correct your mistaken assumption. The saints are not my hellhounds to command, they are more like heavenly pitbulls.” Lucifer said. “They are my father's pets, not mine. And second I have no reason to want my father to call them off. You lost any hope of my assistance when you chose to throw your lot in with Lilith.” Lucifer leaned back on the couch in an unconcerned sprawl.
“I never made any deals with Lilith!” Bacchus denied. “I would be a fool to do so! We all know that you have practically made her human, stripped her of all but the most basic of powers.”
“Bacchus, you are indeed a fool.” Lucifer stood up coming to stand in front of the demon. “Did you think Lilith would be stupid enough to confront me directly? She is smarter or perhaps sillier than that. She chose to have a champion confront me in her stead. Did you think Shiva's little rebellion formed in his one track mind? As soon as you made your deal with him, you made a deal with her.”
“I did not agree to anything with Lilith!” Bacchus yelled.
“This is not the human court system you so often squirm your way through Bacchus.” Lucifer told him. “Technicalities mean nothing to me. You can always appeal to me father, I'm sure the thought of you begging him for mercy would amuse him no end.
But those 'pitbulls' have your scent now. Sooner or later you will find the MacManus twins at your back. Or...You can save yourself from being completely destroyed like Pan and put a bullet through your human skull before they find you.” Lucifer went back to the couch and sat down. Picking up the newspaper on the coffee table he loudly shook it open, dismissing the demon.
*****
Duffy looked at the body staring sightlessly at the ceiling. The man had died from a single gunshot wound dead center of his forehead. He lifted his eyes to the woman sitting at the kitchen table talking to Dolly and sipping a cup of coffee liberally laced with whiskey. He made his way over to the table to join them.
“You know the boys are going to be pissed.” Dolly said.
“Don't remind me! I'm doing my best not to think of Connor and Murphy right now because we are so fucked when they get here.” Duffy shook his head.
“Don ye worry about me babies, they won't blame ye none. Ye had a man set ta watch o'er me. Tis not yer fault tha man left his post.” Katie said. “Anyway tha lump over there ended up getting tha worst end o the scuffle.”
“Lucky you were able to get off a good shot.” Dolly said.
“Lucky?” Katie harumphed. “When me Connor or me Murphy puts a bullet into one o these bastards do ye say they were lucky? O course not, ye call it good shootin! Who do ye think taught tha wee lads their good shootin?”
“You taught Connor and Murphy to shoot?” Duffy asked stunned.
“I learned from me man Noah. I knew how he paid tha bills.” Katie got up from the table and poured herself another cup of coffee. “Noah taught me how ta shoot before those boys was a itch in his bollocks. He always knew there could come a time when someone would think ta come after me and then when tha boys was born, twas even more important to him that I know how ta defend meself and me babes.
Soon as tha rascals was big enough ta hold a gun I was teachin em. Me Murph took ta shootin like a fish ta water. Took a little more effort for Connor but by tha time they were 10 they could both hit a bull's eye without thinkin.”
Duffy looked over at the body. “We can't call this in Dolly. Give Smecker a call ask him how to handle this.”
*****
“Eunice,” Juan knocked on her office door before walking up to her desk and handing her a printout. “What do you make of this?”
Eunice took the page and looked it over. “Oh my that's a large money transfer from this L. Sinister to Elysian Wineries last month. And another just as large to Satyr's Rest.”
“Yes and there are a couple more to other businesses with in the past 6 weeks. I called the Seattle office to see if they have any information on this Sinister character and nothing.” Juan said. “But in these post 9-11 days there's an extraordinary amount of red tape involving bank accounts. I checked into that angle and it seems that Sinister gets regular wire transfers from an account in the Cayman Islands. You know how closed mouthed they are, so I took the liberty of freezing Sinister's domestic account.”
“Smart man.” Eunice said. “Let's hope this is more than just a coincidence. After what happened this morning, those boys are going to be breathing fire down our necks until we make some progress.”
“I know. I'm just glad the old lady could take care of herself. That was a close one.”
*****
“Jaysus Christ!” Connor said as he opened the apartment door. Both twins cringed expecting the usual 'Lord's fuckin name!' from their mother. When it didn't come they cautiously entered the apartment.
“It smells like a fuckin bleach factory in here.” Murphy said as he dropped his duffle and pulled out his gun. Connor followed suit, scanning the kitchen which was empty.
Murphy was plastered against the wall at the entrance to the hallway. Catching Connor's eye, he gestured that he was about to enter the hall and Connor moved to cover his brother from across the room. Murphy darted into the entrance to the hall way with his gun up and ready to shoot any threat.
“Waht tha fuck?” Murphy said lowering his gun as he caught sight of his mother and Smecker both on their knees attacking the carpet with scrub brushes. That explained the overwhelming odor of bleach. Connor quickly joined his brother.
“Don just stand ye muddle heads!” Katie said looking up at her sons “Grab somethin and start scrubbin!”
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