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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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Smecker hung up the phone. There had been a bit of friction in setting up the travel arrangements at first but one phone call to a private number in Vatican City had taken care of that. The pope hadn't even batted an eyelash when Smecker explained that the local Irish pub he was calling from had been ground zero for a rumble scene straight out of Westside Story.
Smecker turned around to survey the damage. Minus Doc and the boys mother the entire gang was pitching in to lend a hand and get the place cleaned up. Smecker had fielded the questions by saying that what happened was tied into his mysterious trip to Rome and not to ask anymore questions. He looked up and the door opened to admit Romeo and his uncle carrying boxes full of liquor to replace the ones that had been broken.
Murphy and Connor were diligently scrubbing up demon blood and imp brains. They had called Smecker first so he had arrived in time to take part in questioning Kali. Out of all the interrogations Smecker could imagine in his wildest dreams, questioning a demon and playing the good cop/bad cop routine with the devil taking on the role of bad cop was so far outside of the realm of possible; his mind was still boggled.
“Well tha's the last o it.” Connor said standing and stretching the kinks out of his back.
“Did ye get it arranged?” Murphy asked Smecker. “We don want tha bitch ta get a heads up ye know?”
“It's all set be at the airport at 7:30 am. The Cardinal's plane will be waiting to take you to Sea-Tac. You'll be met by someone from the Archdiose. They will handle yopur ground travel and accommodations.” Smecker said. “I don't want her getting away anymore than you do. After all I may not be totally in the loop, but I know enough to figure out that whatever is happening, it's huge.”
*****
Lilith was surprised to see Shiva standing in her living room. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Boston?”
“I was but something has happened and we have to assume that they know where you are. Since you don't have the means to travel except by human means, we need to get you out of here now.” Shiva said taking her arm and dragging her back into the bedroom. “Take a shower and get dressed. I'll pack a light bag for you. A car will be here in 20 minutes to take you to the airport.”
“Shiva, it's 3:00 am. Come back in the morning.” Lilith grumbled.
Shiva grabbed Lilith by the throat. “I've already had one headstrong female cause me problems this night. Kali got herself captured by Lucifer because she wouldn't listen. I'm in no mood to put up with your estrogen fueled bullshit!”
“Lucifer has Kali?” Lilith asked rattled.
“Yes and even worse those damned saints were there.” Shiva let go of Lilith's arm and dragged a suitcase out of the closet. “If you don't think that they weren't able to find out where you are, you've got your head even farther up your ass than I thought.”
Lilith gave Shiva one last glance before heading to the bathroom to shower and dress leaving Shiva to toss things into a small suitcase.
*****
“Fergus Reilly!” Connor said slapping the arms dealer on the back. “How's business?”
“Right back where it was before we lost the unfortunate Mr O'Malley, God rest his soul.” The arms dealer gave the two a wide grin. “I'm glad I made it in time.”
The twins, Smecker, the Arms dealer and the pilot were meeting inside a Private Hanger at Beverly Regional airport. The arms dealer opened the cargo area of the Escalade SUV and pulled out a medium sized wooden box.
“These came for you yesterday.” the man now known as Fergus Reilly said handing the box to Murphy who opened it revealing two identical knives with crosses engraved on the blades.” I hear the main man himself prayed over those knives.”
Connor smiled before handing the box to the pilot who placed it on plane. “Can't get much more holy than bein blessed by tha Pope himself!”
Fergus reached into to cargo area again pulling out two garment bags “Don't get too comfortable with this guys, I'm not a gentleman's clothier you know.”
“Aye Fergus we were just a wee bit pressed fer time.” Murphy said as he began stripping down to his underwear like Connor. In a few moments the two serial killers were gone replaced by a couple of young priests.
“Well how do I look?” Connor said adjusting his collar.
Murphy snorted. “I wouldna be trustin ye ta take me confession.”
Fergus laughed “Well it's not like you would be telling him anything he didn't already know.” Reahing into his coat pocket he took out a couple of wallets. “Father Thomas, Father Michael, have a pleasant flight.” Fergus closed the back of the SUV and climbed into the driver's seat, with a final wave he was off.
Smecker was just snapping his cell phone shut. “Your mother arrived at the convent with no problems. The arch-Bishop himself was waiting to welcome her.”
Murphy nodded. “Good, With what we stepped into Holy ground is probably tha safest place fer her.”
“We'll give ye a call when we get our hands on Lilith.” Connor added before the boys boarded the plane.
Smecker walked to his car and watched as the small jet tacied down the runway and took to the skies.
*****
“Belial, are the boys on their way?” Lucifer asked as he stood outside of a cage deep in the bowels of the earth. Kali was laying on a cot obviously in pain from the bullet wounds to her knees while an imp wrapped bandaes around them..
“Yes and Apophos is playing wingman.” Belial answered. He glanced into the cage, “She's still alive? I figured you would have let them kill her.”
“I admit that I was tempted, but Shiva has a soft spot for her. She could very well come in handy before this is all over.” Lucifer's shoulders were slumped in what Belial could tell was sadness. “She's still determined to follow him into oblivion.”
“We both know that most of Shiva's followers will do so. But many more choose to follow you.” Belial placed his hand on his father's shoulder. “Think about those who have hope because of you.”
*****
Katie MacManus knelt before the altar. She had already lit a couple of candles. Eunice shifted uncomfortably on the pew. The woman had been at prayer for an hour already.
Katie lifted her head and turned toward the restless FBI agent behind her. Standing she went to join the woman on the pew.
“Can ye find no comfort in tha Lord's house lass?” Katie asked.
“I'm not Catholic.” Eunice said. “I was raised a dyed in the wool hellfire and brimstone Southern Baptist.”
“So?” Katie asked. Tha Lord's house is tha Lord's house. Doesn't matter which one of his houses ye walk into it's still his house and it she bring ye comfort.”
“It's not that Katie, it wouldn't make a difference if this was a Baptist Church. It's not about the denomination, it's about the fact that I just don't have faith anymore. I haven't set foot in a church except for funerals and weddings since I graduated from college.” Eunice said. “There just doesn't seem to be any point to it.”
“No point lass?” Katie asked. “Let me guess ye see so much evil, so many things that ye can't believe a loving God would let happen right? So if God doesn't make tha world perfect, he doesn't exist. Or it doesn't matter if he exists? Am I in tha ballpark?”
“Katie I look around every day and I see the world slipping further and further into the gutter. I'm supposed to make a difference but it like climbing uphill and getting nowhere.”
“Ye know lass, everyday people pray about the very situation ye see. How can God let this happen? Tha thing is he doesn't let things happen, people make them happen by tha choices they make. He gave us tha ability ta choose, tis free will. Our will wouldna be free if we had ta follow some blueprint that made everybody happy now would it?” Katie questioned.
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