"I-I-I have n- I have have n-.. ah fuck it, get out of my face! Fuck! Ass!" Doc yelled into the news reporter's microphone. Before turning to walk farther down the street to make another victim of the media, the news reporter felt a slight tug on her skirt. She looked down to see a small girl of the age of 6, holding Doc's hand tightly. With an eyebrow raised, she lowered her microphone to the girl's mouth.
"I know the Saints! I know the Saints!" she cheered into the microphone, bouncing slightly on her heels. The woman then asked,
"D-do you have something to say on the matter..?"
"Only that I wish them good luck in the future, and when they come home, I'll be waiting for them! Stay strong, boys!" she cheered with a big smile, running over and grabbing Doc's hand again, who had already started walking back home.
- maybe... we should have a little background story, eh~?-
The young girl was named Veronica LaFleche. The reason she is with Doc(more lovingly known as Fuck-ass) is because he parents were murdered by command of one Guiseppi Yakavetta. Her parents were regulars McGinty's Pub and close friends of Doc and others. Their death hit close to home, and on a whim, Doc adopted the young girl. Growing up on the Irish side of town and living in the pub, the Polish-French girl grew up fast and smart.
At the age of 5, she began helping around the bar, cleaning and serving. I think the rest is self-explanatory.
- all done! -
Conner smiled as he watched the dumbfound reporter talk to the camera, the young girl bouncing along side Doc as they walked down the street to his car.
"Hey Murph! Dia ya hear that?" he asked, looking over his shoulder to his brother. Murphy smiled and nodded.
"Looks like we've got somethin' t' look forward to."
