Chapter 2-The Courtoom and the Unveiling
It had been been longer than Agent Smecker originally thought. It was actually a month and a half. But that was good. Matt, Tom, and Alex all had time to prepare for it. Over the first two weeks, Tom had been training Alex and Matt in physical fitness tests. Normally, Matt and Alex could barely do a hundred push-ups. Now, they were actually able to do two hundred. Matt was horrible with running, but now he could run the mile run without a problem. Alex was just as well off as well. They were lifted a hundred and eighty pounds each as well. Tom was quite pleased that he was able to train his two best friends.
Next came the target practice. Alex had grown up with a paintball gun, and he was pretty amazing with his accuracy. But nothing prepared him for the weapons they were going to use. Tom had gotten hooked up with special help with him being in the Marines. Tom himself had gotten an M-4 Carbine assault rifle with silencer. It was his weapon of choice. He had bought enough rounds to help him take out a warehouse full of people. Tom bought Alex's prefernce, a Beretta M9 with Silencer, he himself following the direct patterns of the Fallen Saints. And Matt, well he was a sucker for weapons that can cause big holes in people. He chose a .357 Magnum. Tom had gotten him enough shells, as well for Alex. Alex's aim with the new weapon was off in the beginning, but now it was spectacular. Matt's aim with his weapon of choice was definitely off in the beginning. There was a lot of recoil on the gun, but now he had it down to a T, and could blow shoot a penny out of the air without thinking twice. The three were ready. And when they got the call from Agent Smecker on their cell phones, they knew that their time was now.
Officer Duffy, well, now it was Agent Duffy, as well as Agent Greenly and Dolly, waited inside the courtoom. The three Bostonian officers had been tested to join the FBI, as per Smecker's request. They passed the test, and they were now partners with Agent Paul Smecker. Agent Duffy waited inside with Agent Dolly, undercover and at the Fire Escape as Agent Dolly had done once before. This all felt so familiar to him, and something was strange and unsettling about it. Agent Duffy waited, calmly. He wanted a cigarette so bad at this point. Greenly waited outside to confirm to Smecker when the new three were on their way.
In the Courtroom, Judge Presling was presiding, trying to get straight answers out of the hitman, known as Anthony Genovsi. He kept telling them that he did it because they had no right to go around killing innocent people. The reports and journalists happened to love how serious the guy was. There was no doubt in their minds that he would do time, but thanks to his charisma and serious tone, he might do maybe two to three years and get off with parole in a year. That would be lucky for him.
"Mr. Genvosi, please try to be serious. You are being charged with murder in the first degree." Said the Prosecuting attorney.
"No, I am serious. Those Irish Bastards had no right taking lives in the name of God! They killed GOOD PEOPLE." He argued in his serious tone. "Just like they'd have killed your mother."
The Judge countered that little statement. "One more wise crack and I'll have you removed from this courtoom." He said seriously.
"Yeah well..." The trial droned on.
A green Jeep Grand Cherokee pulled up. Out of the driver and Passenger side, stepped Tom and Alex. Matt exited out the back carrying a black duffel bag, and Alex and Tom did the same.
"They're here." Green said through his radio.
The three boys from Jersey walked to where Smecker met them, and he pressed a few numbers on a keypad. The three of them walked through, throwing the duffle bags over the metal detector. When they were clear, they made their way towards the courtoom, pulling out their weapons.
"Never shall innocent blood be shed. Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings, and become the vengeful striking hammer of God."
They made their way to the door, and they rammed through them, Tom whipping out his M-4 Carbine. He aimed across. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! EVERYONE TO THE BACK! AND SHUT THE FUCKING CAMERAS OFF!" He roared out in a dark, enraged tone as he grabbed hold of the judge, and threw him right towards the security guards. "Weapons down, weapons down on the floor!" The guards complied easily, scared shitless. Matt and Alex made their ways to where the hitman, Anthony Genvosi was, and grabbed hold of him, literally lifting him, and tossing him over the stand. He landed firmly on his back and they lifted him up. Tom looked as everyone panicked. It was chaos, disorder, and fear. Matt sniffed the air. He held his gun out, his thumb on the hammer. Alex did the same. Tom spoke:
"You people here, have been chosen, to reveal our existence to the world. We are the new three who will take the place of the murdered ones in which HE KILLED! HIRED BY A MAFIA DON! You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later." He said and looked at Matt and Alex. He nodded. The other two cocked the hammers on their gun, and then jumped onto two seperate tables. Tom, followed jumping on the judges stand. Matt was the first one to speak. Everyone's eyes went wide.
"Now you will receive us!" Matt spoke.
"We don't want your hungry, or your poor!" Alex told them darkly.
"We don't want your tired and sick!" Tom yelled as he held his gun looking at the crowd.
"It is your corrupt we claim!" Matt yelled out at them.
"It is your evil that will be sought by us!" Tom said with passion.
"With every breath, we shall hunt them down." Matt said.
"Each day, we will spill their blood! Till it rains down from the skies!" Alex filled in with passion.
"Do Not Kill, Do not Rape, Do not Steal. These are principles with which every man of every faith can embrace!" Tom said.
"These are not polite suggestions! These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost!" Alex said.
"There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain." Matt barked out darkly.
"For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three! And on that day, YOU WILL REPENT!" Tom cursed out at them.
"And we will send you to whatever God, you wish." Alex said with a dark, yet soothing tone.
The three of them jumped down in back of Anthony Genvosi. They began in unison.
"And Shepards we shall be. For thee my lord for thee."
"WHY DON'T YOU THREE GO FUCK YOURSELVES!" Anthony screamed out at them. The three continued with their guns to the back of his head.
"Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we'll flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be." They ended their unison, and then the three boys took their own parts of the ending.
"In nomine Patris." Tom said.
"Et Fili," Alex spoke.
"Spiritus Sancti." Matt said. The three had already cocked their guns, and fired straight into the skull of Anthony. He would kill no more.
The three boys had run out through the back of the courtroom, as the fire alarm had been pulled. It was time to get the hell out of there. They made their way to the Jeep Grand Cherokee. On the phone, they received a phone call. It was from Smecker.
"Meet us at a safer location. What do you prefer?"
Matt looked at Alex and Tom, and he nodded.
"We got a place in Queens." He gave him the adress and then hung up.
Back in Boston however, the head of every major family on the east coast met. The leader, who now ran the Yakavetta family, shook his head. He was a fairly tanned man with brown, long hair. He was wearing a black Armani Suit, smoking a cigar. "It seems to me, that we got a problem. My informant tells me that...Anthony Genvosi has taken...a downward spiral. He did manage to kill the Irish Cocksuckers who did this! But...we have three new bastards who want a peice o' the action. What do we propose to do about this?"
"I say, aside from killing them, we make sure that the sons of bitches understand they aren't on God's time. They're on ours. Why not hit em' where it hurts? Take out the family first." The leader of the NY Family said.
Hmm. That was a good idea. Papa Joe never really thought of that, did the son of a bitch? No. You didn't, the new crime boss said. And it's a shame I had to come and take your family by force too. Oh well. As the man thought to himself, a hand found its way to the .45 pistol on the table. One guy, he knew was a cop. Suddenly, he lifted it up, and fired right into the cop's throat. A hot red liquid fell from his throat as his eyes widened and he fell. He crumpled to the floor. The new leader smiled. "Well, meeting adjurned." He said, getting up, and leaving.
A/N: Well, that's chapter two. I know that there were lines from the movies...and I appologize for those who want to completely kill me. I just figured if they are going to take after the three, they might as well go with it. More will be explained in the next chapter of how they knew exactly what to say, I promise you this. So again, review.