This is my first ever fanfic, so bear with me lol. I appreciate any R&R's, as long as they are not meant spitefully. Also, sorry for my attempt at the Irish brogue, I know it's probably horrible. And I do not own the characters of Murphy,Connor, or Smecker; but Sorka and any other characters not from Boondock Saints are of my original creation.

Chapter One

Hands bleeding, Sorka Collins raced down the hallway of the hotel. In her rush to get away, she didn't really feel any pain from the cuts on her hands, just a slight stinging. She looked back fearfully down the corridor as she turned the corner, checking for signs of being pursued. She paused, trying to catch her breath, and then turned to try find the elevator that would take her to the ground floor – and security. As she turned she caught a glimpse of a large man clad in black; she opened her mouth to scream …and then everything faded to black…

"Hurry the fuck up Murph, we gotta get goin'," Connor cursed at his brother. "Quit bein' such a damn pansy!"

"Ya, we'll see how fast ye move whenever your ribs get all busted up. I might even give ye the pleasure of a cracked rib meself, how 'bout that?" Murphy grimaced as he pulled his faded black t-shirt over his head.

"It's not my fault that ye tried to stop a moving car with yer body ye idjit, now is it? Ye should've just gotten outta the way when ye seen that it was bullet proof! And the doc said the rib was just bruised, not cracked ye baby."

"Aye, in hindsight that seems like a good idea, but at least it got those fuckers outta that damned SUV didn't it! Now quit fussin' at me and get a move on, I'm the one waitin on ye now."

Both men grabbed their rosaries off of the nails beside the door, tucking them into their shirts to keep them safe after pulling the beads over their heads. After locking the door, they made their way out of the ran-down motel, heading to the local Catholic Church. The brothers entered the church together and, kneeling in the back pew, began their prayers. Once finished, the brothers walked simultaneously up to the statue of Jesus on the Cross, reverently kissing his feet. After taking their turns in confession, Connor and Murphy left the church, lighting up a cigarette after they were out the doors.

After working their shift at the meat packing plant, the brothers returned to their motel room to get cleaned up for the night. The guns that were going to be brought were tore down and rechecked, even though they had been cleaned after the last mission. Each brother pulled on a dark turtleneck and gloves to hide their identifying tattoos; then slipped the double holster harnesses over their shoulders. The suppressed Berettas were secured in the holsters, and then covered with a black pea coat. The McManus brothers again secured their rosaries, and headed out the door after each grabbing a duffel bag containing the rest of the ammo and munitions needed that night.

"Have ye heard anything more from Da 'bout when he's gonna be back?" Murphy asked his twin as they paused to light a cigarette.

"Nah, he just said he was checkin' out a lead 'bout a possible meeting of the new syndicate heads and would be back in a few days."

Murphy nodded at this, and the twins set off down the sidewalks into the chilly Boston evening. When they had walked a few blocks away from the motel they were staying at, they hailed a cab, which dropped them off in a suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of town. They had purposely had the cab drop them off a few blocks away from their target, for the same reason they had waited until they were away from the motel before they had grabbed the cab. Connor and Murphy made their way through the quiet neighborhood, as most of the houses were still under construction, ducking behind a pile of lumber in front of the partially built house next to the one that was the target. Now that the action was about to start, they opened up the duffels, strapping an extra pistol to their legs. Connor smirked as Murphy secured a large serrated bowie knife to his opposite leg.

"Aw, your just jealous 'cus ye didn't get to bring yer fuckin' rope along," Murphy said as he noticed the smirk.

"Well, I've got me a new toy to play with now don't I?" Connor retorted as pulled a small canister out of his duffel. "You ready, my brother?"

Murphy nodded, and the two men strode to the front of the house they came all this way for. Unnoticed as yet by the men inside, Connor pulled the pin on the canister in his hand, and launched it as hard as he could through the front window of the house.