THE BOONDOCK SAINTS
In…
"Mikrokosmos"
Synopsis
This story follows Faith No More, but you don't necessarily have to read it to get what's going on. Here's a short, dirty synopsis of Faith No More:
The brothers are stricken with grief when their father is killed during a relatively routine operation by a Russian mobster. Murphy starts seeing Rocco everywhere and Connor loses his faith. They start to fight with each other and their brotherly tie severs. Then Connor gets captured by a sick fuck named Mr. Glass. He gets tortured and almost killed, but a Dr. Mary Lamb saves him. She is a doctor at an underfunded, understaffed hospital in South Boston. She figures out who the brothers are but decides not to tell anyone because they remind her of her own sons who died in the war in Afghanistan. After Connor gets discharged, Dr. Lamb and Detective Greenly get captured by Mr. Glass and the brothers are forced to separate in order to save both victims. They just barely manage, but Greenly was tortured pretty badly. Dr. Lamb opens the doors to the hospital for the brothers whenever they need medical attention. Meanwhile Smecker gets reassigned to the South Boston area permanently. Connor ends up bashing Mr. Glass's face in with a crutch and Murphy shoots the Rocco-look-a-like in the eye.
Disclaimer
I am not suggesting at all that the German-American Bund, Yakuza, or the National Socialist Japanese Workers and Welfare Party would ever do anything like this.
Chapter 1
Venona
The old man ran with all his might. Before he got ten feet away, the weapons fired. Bullets pierced the man's back pushing him to the ground. As he bled profusely he heard one of the men approach slowly. "Goodnight… old man," the heavy accent blurring the clarity of the words. One last shot was fired straight into the man's skull.
"Hey."
"Smecker? What's wrong?" Connor asked. The new loft was proving to be very nice, and the new phone was loud and clear, allowing the MacManus brothers to hear all the subtleties of the human voice.
"We lost a good man last night. Judge Rowson was shot to death on the street," Smecker sighed.
"Aye? Did anyone see anything?" Connor asked.
"Classic Genovese Syndrome. No one is talking. That's why they called me. They think it may have been mob related," Smecker replied.
"Do ya think that?"
"There's no way of knowing so soon… but this judge. He was huge in getting the bad guys. He put away so many gang members and mob overlords. He was the one judge you could really trust," Smecker choked.
"Do ya want us ta look into it?"
"No, no. Just wanted to let you know what I'm working on. I may call on you guys later for help," Smecker said.
"Absolutely. It's been quiet. We need somethin ta do," Connor smiled. "You hang in there. I'm sure you'll catch the guy!"
"Talk to you later," Smecker said. His phone clicked off. Connor hung the receiver back up.
"News?" Murphy asked from the couch he had dozed off on.
"Not yet. But I've got a feelin they're goin ta need us," Connor replied.
"Detective Moore, What can you tell me?" Smecker asked speedily walking through the sorry excuse for a police station.
"Actually a lot sir," the new detective replied.
"Spit it out."
"Well, about two months ago Judge Rowson put away a big member of the Yakuza Crime Syndicate…" Detective Moore began.
"What affiliation?" Smecker interrupted.
"Kokka Shakaishugi Nippon Rōdōsha-Tō," Moore answered.
"Shit. The National Socialist Japanese Workers and Welfare Party?" Smecker's knowledge of mobs and crime syndicates was vast.
"Exactly. So naturally we thought it might be them," Moore replied.
"But…" Smecker said.
"But the M.O. isn't at all like them," Moore replied.
"Who is it like?"
"German-American Bund."
Smecker rubbed his head, "Neo-Nazis?"
"Yeah, there's a chapter in South Boston. They are heavily into the Nazi ideals," Moore replied.
"Why would they want to kill Judge Rowson?"
"Well, we thought that maybe the two teamed up," Moore said shakily.
"Fuck. Why?"
"Well, they're both Neo-National Socialist groups. And they have been known in the past two clean up each other messes. It makes it harder for the judicial system to pin it on them," Moore said.
"All right. Good work Moore, you really know your shit," Smecker said. "I'm glad to have you on the team."
"Thank you, sir," Moore said bowing his head slightly.
"Where's Greenly?" Smecker asked.
"He's picking up the coffee you ordered, sir," Moore quickly replied.
"Oh, right. Tell him to get his ass in the Interrogation Room when he gets back," Smecker shouted as he disappeared into the room.
Greenly came bursting into the room five minutes later with Smecker's coffee, "What's up?"
"Greenly, what's the word on the street?" Smecker said.
"I heard that the judge was actually taken out by the Japs," Greenly replied.
"Yakuza ordered it AND carried it out?" Smecker raised his eyebrow in disbelief.
"No. Yakuza didn't order it. Apparently the Bund ordered it, Yakuza gladly did it for them."
"Shit, why did the Bund want the judge dead?" Smecker asked sipping his coffee.
"That's what I can't figure out," Greenly said, slamming his fist on the table. "I asked around, but no one's talking. Especially not to the cops!"
"So did you go undercover?"
"Shit yeah! And still, this thing is fuckin silent! I mean fuckin shut solid!"
"Jesus Christ! You thinking what I'm thinking?" Smecker asked.
"Yeah. They're our only option. I mean fuck. They can just take all of them out. Fuckin BANG and it's done!" Greenly shouted.
"Yeah, but one problem," Smecker said pointing his finger.
"What?"
"The Bund and Yakuza are both heavily guarded groups. And it's a bitch just to find out information. I don't think they could do it," Smecker replied.
"That's where you're wrong. I happen to know that one of the bosses drinks at a bar not too far away. The guys can start there," Greenly said.
Smecker sighed, "All right, call up the MacManus's, see if they're up to it."