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Chapter 1 As The Fire Spreads

When Connor and Murphy first left Boston they left with a promise, that if men did evil they would be there to send them to hell. After the Saints fled Boston for the second time they did not stop. This time instead of going back to a peaceful life they remained at war. When they were called back to their city they realized it would never be over; that evil would not stop until it was stomped out. They realized that they could not stop, they had pledged to bring God's judgment upon the depraved. Evil still festered in the hearts of men poisoning the world and it was their duty to destroy it.

In Boston the heat was coming down big time. They couldn't stay there. They had virtually destroyed the Italian mafia in one fell swoop killing the entire governing body. There were however many other factions of organized crime, there and in every city in the world.

As they had in Boston, they knew they'd need help to carry out God's work. They would find people to help them everywhere. People who were fed up with the bullshit, getting fucked six ways from Sunday by corrupt fucks that get away with everything. Guys with more money than God, guys who use that money and power to be above the law.

Conner and Murphy went all over the world; aided by a large network of law enforcement and every day citizens they brought judgment to those who did evil. What they did inspired the masses to rise up against the crime lords and corrupt businessmen who ruled their world. The Saints had done what they could not. The Saints didn't hold trials or put people in jail they were accountable to no one but God.

For five years they had done what needed to be done to rid the world of evil men. Fate now brought them to San Francisco to face off the Yakusa. The many heads of the Yakusa controlled much of the crime on the west coast of America. San Francisco was a major crime hub, like New York City was the center of the Italian Mafia; San Francisco was the focal point of many Japanese and Chinese cartels in the US.

*Unto The Day It Is Done*

Fresh off the boat they waited on the dock for their contact sitting on their bags. They only had one bag each. They always had their guns with them no matter what but other than that they traveled light. They usually traveled illegally by boat. They only packed enough clothing for the trip. When they got to a new city they just got new clothes and whatever else they needed. They never stayed long, a moving target was harder to hit. Besides they could do more damage that way.

Their contact Charlie was late, very late. The boys were starting to get spooked. He knew when the boat was getting in; Charlie was supposed to be waiting at the dock. Instead he was 45 minutes late and they were sitting around exposed like a pair of dumbasses with their dicks hanging out.

Murphy was getting antsy he wanted to hoof it, and then meet up with someone from the network later. They argued vehemently in fluent Celt. Conner was also worried about Charlie's absence but he wasn't quite ready to abandon their plan.

*Unto The Day It Is Done*

The harbor buzzed with activity, their boat and many others were being unloaded by dock workers. Out of nowhere a half dozen SUVs appeared, a small army spilling forth from them. They were armed to the teeth wearing armor and tactical gear. They spread out in a formation opening fire as they moved into place around the pier.

The boys were so consumed in their argument that they did not notice the men until they spilled out of the cars. They had only seconds to react before the newcomers opened fire upon them. At that point they'd barely taken their guns out of their hiding places. They did not have them ready to fire for a few more seconds. Most of the bullets went wide; the men were using automatic assault rifles. A lot of firepower but no accuracy what so ever.

They did a lot of damage to the area around them but by then the boys realized how hopelessly out-gunned they were so they looked for another way to escape. They began to fire in the hopes of punching a hole or creating an opening they could escape through. There were at least two dozen men shooting at them but it was impossible to tell and they only managed to kill a handful of them.

Then many of the dock workers pulled out weapons of their own and began firing on them. They knew something was wrong. There were too many of them, they were too well armed and prepared for this to be a coincidence. This was an ambush, a setup it had to be. They even appeared to be of many different races, something unheard of in the mob.

The brothers were being shot at from all directions. They had both been shot and cut many times as they tried to fight. Their only choice was to run, to try and escape. There were fewer men on the boats so they decided to try for the water. At this point they were completely surrounded on the dock and the soldiers were closing in fast. It took them almost a full minute to shoot their way through those between them and the water.

When they made it to the edge they wasted no time jumping in. Their enemies kept shooting; some even tried to jump into the water with them. It took them some time but they were able to shake or kill all of them. They were heavily wounded and bleeding like stuck pigs when they finally made their way to an abandoned pier and got out of the water. They knew they were being targeted now so they had to be extra careful. After a quick discussion they decided to try to get to the city undetected and find some help. Conner and Murphy knew they needed medical attention and soon or they would die.

So holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the waterfront they made their plan. They needed to get into the city undetected, find out where they are, and get to the clinic. The clinic was in the harbor area, close to the boat. It was their fall back in case the pickup didn't go as planned.