Loving the Sinner
I don't own the Boondock Saints, I am nowhere near badass enough. Graham however is an OC of mine.
The room was cold, almost freezing, but then again it was February in New England. The only one in the room who seemed both surprised and annoyed by the weather was ex-special agent Eunice Bloom. She gripped her jacket tightly around her 2 layers trying to keep warm. Paul Smecker (who was indeed alive) and another man sat at the table, both trying to ignore the weather.
"Well this is some fucking state you got here Graham. Why I didn't stay in Texas is beyond me"
The brunette man across the table leaned inwards into the single light hovering above them. "Well Eunice, our weather may not be as "ideal" as the Lone Star State but there's a reason the brothers were here for 2 years. Practically the entire governor's council and police force knew they were here and made sure they were kept safe and hidden. I think you own New Hampshire some gratitude."
"I recommend you both stop bickering. We have a problem on our hands. The brothers went missing somewhere in a trip to meet up with Romeo near the border."
"In Texas, I may add." The comment drew a dagger stare to Graham from Bloom.
"Where it happened has nothing to do with it and I hope to God one of you has an idea of where they are." The table went silent for a few seconds until Graham produce a leading cough.
"I believe Special Agent Bloom does." Another few seconds passed until Bloom finally spoke.
"I have it on good word that the brothers were captured."
"Captured?!? By whom? The drug trade?"
"I wish that were the case. They've been captured by Tribunal de Justicia del Diablo." A grim mood fell over her with those words. And that lead to those ever persistent silences.
"Now I may just be a simple Granite Stater but I have no clue what that means." Graham broke in. This brought a worried sigh from the other two.
"It means The Devil's Court. Tribunal de Justicia del Diablo is a gang like organization specializing in the hard core drug and sex trade. It specializes in male sex slaves." The explanation seemed painful for agent Smecker to get out.
"You mean…they've been sold into…"
"I'm afraid so. It'll be almost impossible to find them. This gang will continue to feed them high levels of meth and coke until they're nothing but mindless zombies. Based on the time we expect they were kidnapped, they only have days until the effects begin to set in." The darkness of the situation set in.
"Well according to what we know they went missing 40 miles south of Corpus Cristi. Which means wherever they've taken them can't be that far." Smecker
"They've been missing for two days! They could be anywhere in Mexico by now!" Graham stood up in frustration. And proceeded to grab his hair and walk around, assumingly trying to pull some of it out.
"No. Tribunal de Justicia del Diablo doesn't make base in Mexico; ironic huh? No they settle just on the border in San Juan. It's a small city of 64,000. It's barley on the map." Agent Bloom seemed satisfied with her answer.
"64,000 are small?!?! I was mayor of one of the largest cities in New Hampshire and we only barley had 80,000!"
"That's cause it's New Hampshire hun. Everything's bigger in Texas." Bloom got up and walked towards the door with a further sense of self satisfaction.
"Yea, especially the egos." Graham said under his breath.
"Whatever. We need to them out of there."
"Well that offers some serious challenges; 1, You're dead 2, Eunice is "missing" 3, I'm an elected official whose running for governor. Clearly no need to be inconspicuous…"
"Sarcasm only helps if it's me, so shut ya mouth!"
"Well use that sarcasm and think us up a plan before the brothers become a buffet item and Chez de Ass rape!" Graham walked out of the room to go find Eunice, leaving Smecker to his thoughts. Paul sat in that rusty chair and leaned back. Ha….Chez de Ass rape….
Eunice leaned against the wall and drew in another breath of a cigarette. "You know those things kill you." Graham came out from around the corner.
"Really!? I had no idea!" she finished her response by blowing a puff of smoke in the tall brunette's face. He coughed and waved the thick smoke away.
"I shouldn't have believed you when you told me you would stop. I also shouldn't have believed most of what you told me." He turned away and went to grab a beer from the fridge.
"I'm surprised you did. You seemed to have a good head on your shoulders." She smiled and threw the cigarette on the floor. "It's fucking freezing in here."
"I'm surprised you turned out to be a cold bitch but I guess life is just full of surprises." He pulled the cap off a bottle of beer and threw it down a hallway into the darkness. "Maybe one day after all this you'll fix that attitude of yours" He began to walk away until his exit was interrupted.
"And maybe then you'll have fucked Connor and you can get over that little phase." He stopped at this and thought. This was true, but how to come back…
"Well maybe by then you'll have grown up to the point where I don't feel like a pedophile when we do it." He smiled and walked away. He heard her growl in anger and hit something. She was cute when she was angry, come to think of it so was Connor…
~Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave any comments. Actually please do. They always brighten up a writers day! Also: Graham is bisexual, hopefully this was clear but just though I'd explain~