Chappie Two introduces new characters and adds to the plot. ALSO! I rated this M for language mostly and probably some other things that may or may not go on later... Continue please!
When Conner and Murphy returned to their apartment, all they saw instead of two girls attached to a table, was one set of handcuffs, a bobbypin and a note. Moving to the table swiftly, Conner tore open the note and scanned it quickley before exclaiming his anger with, "Fuck!!!" Murphy looked over his shoulder and pushed his hands into his dark hair.
Hey boys!!!
You should really consider thinking of better holding situations...and maybe search us next time, HA like we're gonna meet again! You see that little bobbypin...oh yeah, got passed the handcuffs and door, what now?! Anyways, we won't go to the police because well, we're-FINE EIRA! I won't put that then! Oh, by the way...NANANANANA! I'm sticking my tongue out at you and Eira is dancing around in her lacy undergarments! OW! YOU WIJFJE! Gah...welllllll see you in the after life!
Eira and NiamhWhy is your name first? Not now, Niamh!
Murphy cursed and slunk into the living area.
"What'll we do now, Con?" He called to his brother who crumpled up the paper and threw it into a corner.
Miles from the brothers apartment, Eira and Niamh slunk into their motel room and grabbed their bags. The trucks engine started with a slight choke and then they drove off. Without a word passed between them, they drove to another apartment building about middleclass-ish. They shut off the truck and went to the door. Jumping up the stairs, two at a time, they ran to the fourth floor and began to bang on the closest door.
"Yuri, we know your in there! Open up the fucking door!" Niamh shouted banging angrly on the door while Eira looked around nervously. The door was thrown open and they were met with a tall, scrawny man with large green eyes and messy black hair, as though he had just woken up.
"Why?!" He yelled being shoved to the side as the girls entered.
"We need a place to stay for a while, so we chose here. Deal with it." Niamh muttered, throwing her bag in the bathroom and following it. Eira went into the bedroom and left Yuri staring at the closed doors. They reopened to reveal Eira in jeans and a longsleeved black shirt and Niamh in jeans and a red tee shirt.
"Thanks by the way." Eira said as they grabbed their wool jackets and left. Yuri sat there a second and stared at the door.
"What the HELL!!!" He yelled and they couldn't help but giggle lightly as they ran down the stairs and out the building. The air was a bit bitter cold as they walked down the street instead of driving. Soon, Eira had a grin come across her face and she began to giggle. Then the giggle progressed into a side-splitting laugh. Niamh stared at her friend and silently raised an eyebrow watching people who stared at Eira. Some people even ran across the street to avoid walking passed her.
"Eira...what have I told you about doing drugs before we go to work?" Eira waved at her friend and wiped her tear stained cheeks.
"Oh...I-I-I just realized...those guys were damn fine...and we ran away from them! We are idiots!!!" Niamh looked off into space and slapped her forehead.
"I hate it when you make a point!" She screamed at her friend before grabbing Eira's arm roughly and dragging her the rest of the way. Stumbling up the stone steps, they walked in and were instantly stopped by their boss. A lean man with medium length strawberry blonde hair that was combed back and high defined cheek bones.
"And where the hell have you two been?!" He yelled in his cold voice.
"Sorry, Smecker, we kinda ran into some problems." Paul Smecker looked over the girls coldly and shrugged,
"Well, I guess I would be late too if I had spent all night drinking!"
"It's not that!" Eira yelled back, her anger spiking rapidly, "On our way to our hotel room, this guy ran out of an alley way and two guys killed him, then took us prisoner and we had to escape from their apartment building this morning! I puked at the place and am a little cranky, SO BACK OFF!" She finished her rant with a scream and Smecker looked at them more intently.
"These, uh, guys...would they happen to be brothers? Irish brothers?"
"Well, they had a gaelic accent and yeah they were brothers...who are they?" Niamh stared at Smecker, her gaze piercing his skull.
"The locals call them the Saints of South Boston. They go around killing mobsters and mafiosos."
"Yeah, they told us, and their names are Conner and Murphy, we know! Why aren't they in prison?" Eira was now piercing their boss with her stare.
"Nobody has gotten any leads on them, I can't arrest them without a warrant and all the judges are chalk full of cases, so don't go into it, let it go." And he walked off...with the girls hard on his heels.
"Smecker!" they shouted in unison and he took a sharp turn into his office and slammed the door shut in their faces. Eira slammed her fist into the wooden frame and they turned at the sound of laughter. A tall skinny Boston cop with dark hair sat at his desk, lightly laughing at the girls.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Greenly?" Eira shot stalking over to stand over him. Greenly put his feet up on his desk and just continued to laugh. Grabbing his feet, Eira shoved him over and watched as he fell onto his back and shot her a heated glare. Niamh pulled Eira away from the ego-bruised man into a dark room. It was lined with file cabinets and a small woman sat at a desk looking over articles and putting them in certain folders.
"Hey, Mary. I want to see all that you have on the Saints of South Boston please, if you would be so kind. You don't even have to get up just tell us where the cabinet is." Niamh smiled at the cop.
"M'sorry girls, but Smecker has all those files in his office." Niamh's head fell to her chest, "But we do have some newspaper articles on them." she added hopefully, rising and going to a far cabinet. Opening the middle drawer, she flipped through several pages before a look of confusion crossed her face.
"That's odd...their gone. I wonder if Smecker has them, he's been on that case ever since the first murder."
"When was the first murder?"
"About a year ago. These two brothers got in a bar fight with these Russian crime syndicate thugs and the thugs took one of the brothers to kill in an alleyway, the other brother dropped a toilet on the thug, that held the gun to his brothers head and jumped on the other thug from a six story building. They were let off of all charges, but then other mobsters, pimps, mafiosos, every evil man began to drop dead. Then, about nine months ago, during the trial of the Yakavetta boss, Papa Joe, they stormed the courthouse and with their father, killed the boss and told everyone that they wouldn't stop until they were all dead or changed their evil ways, pretty much." Mary explained, "Now get outta here, I've got work to do." she waved them out and huddled over the articles again.
"Hey, Sayorsy!"
"It's Saoirse! SEER-sha! Sound it out!" Eira yelled at Greenly.
"Whatever. Smecker gave me this to give to you. It's a mob shooting at-"
"Wait. Why didn't Smecker give it to us himself?" Eira walked over to Greenly and hovered over him.
"He left a few minutes ago. Anyways, it's a shooting at-"
"You mean, he's gone?" Niamh joined her.
"Yeah." Greenly thrust the folder into Eira's stomach. "Take it. It's at Somerset Street." And he left. Eira looked at Niamh, who was already at Smeckers office door. He had left it unlocked.
Three hours later, Eira and Niamh stood at a brutal shooting of three Russian thugs. Eira stood looking at the surrounding buildings while Niamh poked and prodded at the bodies. Eira something off about an alley close to the murders.
"Hey, Niamh. What does that look like over there?" Niamh looked at where Eira was pointing.
"Well, Eira. That looks like a shoe, still attached to the foot. Which I hope to God is still attached to the leg which is attached to the body of a bum."
"Sadly," Eira muttered walking over to the body with Niamh, "I don't think bums get pedicures or wear high-heeled bright pink flip-flops." It was a tall blonde woman in her late twenty's. She had the fake tan, platnium bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes fogged over. A few feet from her lay another woman. This one was dark haired, but also had a tan and fogged over blue eyes. They were wearing matching jean short-shorts - Both Eira and Niamh thought the same thing, IN MARCH?! - and very sheer pink and white tops.
"Well, they didn't leave much to the imagination did they?" Niamh asked Eira as they looked at the wounds. Two bullet wounds to the stomach. A very slow painful death. Eira shook her head and sighed as two cops stalked over.
"Hey, ladies. What do we got?" Smecker mumbled around a cigarette as he walked up behind the cops.
"Two more DB's probably got caught watching the shooting and were thusly, killed." Niamh said turning to look the detective in the eye.
"Do you think your Saint's did this?" Eira asked from her place looking at the murders.
"No," Smecker dropped the cigarette butt to the ground and squashed it, "They don't hurt innocents. It's against their rules."
"Oh, really?" Eira shot out, laced with sarcasm.
"Yes. Really." Smecker shot back with an equal portion of venom. Eira clenched her fists, her anger rising again. It was something she was working on. Constantly.
"Well, since we're heading this case. I want files on these two," Niamh pointed to the women, "And those three. Send it with a cop to Yuri's apartment." Niamh grabbed Eira and dragged her to their police car. The officer stopped a block from Yuri's and let them out. The cold Boston air cooled Eira off as they finished their walk to the house, their arms full of files and paper. Eira followed Niamh into Yuri's apartment and threw her stack of papers onto a table.
"You like a little coffee with your bourban right?" she laughed as she walked into Yuri's kitchen. Niamh grinned as she began to seperate the papers into phone bills, news clippings, letters and murder files. Eira joined her and set down a coffee cup filled to the brim with bourban. Niamh began to read through some of the letters as Eira began to work on her stack of papers. Smecker was actually helping the brothers. He helped them break into the courthouse during the Yakavetta trail with their father and kill Yakavetta in front of his family and the families of several men Yakavetta had killed. Eira began to go through phone bills to try and find a phone number while Niamh ordered their dinner from a chinese restaurant. A police officer arrived with the files of the women and thugs soon after. The food arrived and was spread out among the files and papers. Hours passed as the girls went over file after file and munched away on the greasy yet delicious food.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY HOUSE?!?" Yuri's screams came from the entrance way.
"We have commindeered-nauticle term-your house for the use of..well..your looking at it." Niamh said with a grin. Eira simply ignored him as she read through files.
"First, lay off Pirate of the Carribean. Second, no more chinese food and third, WHAT THE HELL?! My house stinks of oil and alcohol!" Yuri screamed manuvering around the papers and cartons of food.
"The smell of alcohol was here long before we showed up and probably before you showed up, I will not lay off Cap'n Jack Sparrow, he's a hotty and I love chinese food like I love vodka, it's addicting and better than sex. So NAH!" Niamh stuck her tongue out at Yuri and went back to looking at the thugs files. Eira let out a giggle and changed files.
"And what do you have to say about this, Eira?" Yuri stood over her and looked at the file. Eira closed the file and looked up at him. Yuri could never come off as threatening to these girls, they had known him too long,
"I say, 'Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A pirates life for me!'" She smiled taking a bite out of sweet and sour pork. Yuri glared at her and stole the box of pork.
"I hate you, girls." He hissed. Eira pulled out another box of pork and grinned.
"We know." He stole that box too and ran into his room. Eira pulled out, yet another box and sulked over it. Niamh laughed at her until Yuri ran in and stole her box of chinese food and ran back into his room as sanctuary. Then they grabbed forks and instead of the chopsticks they had before. Now it was war. Yuri learned that the hard way. Sneaking back into the living area, Yuri went to grab Niamh's other box and was jabbed in the hand with the fork. Now the files were coated with oil, and any other stainable stuff in the chinese food and Yuri's blood. The information from that day was swimming around both girls minds and overtaking their senses. Eira, gathered up her stacks and stumbled into the dinky little kitchen. Pulling out a bottle of Crown Royal, Eira took a sip, then another and another.
"Niamh," Eira called and her friend looked up from her papers, "What if these are copycats? Actually, I'm almost certain these are copycats, but they probably know the system well. The two women, have nothing but a speeding ticket. What were they doin' at the crime scene?" Eira took another sip.
"I dunno." Niamh muttered throwing down the papers and running her hands over her face, "Listen, whaddya say, tomorrow we see if we can do some undercover work. I know it's a little sudden but, it's the only thing we can do right now." Eira walked over and passed her the bottle.
"Don't tell me, call up Smecker and convince him." Niamh shrugged and took two small sips of the rich liquor.
"I'll do it in the morning. Just because, I'm tired and I really don't want to talk to him right now." Niamh and Eira laughed lightly. The Crown Royal was emptied and the girls fell asleep in the tiny living area. Eira sprawled across the floor and Niamh on the couch. Yuri woke them early in the morning and got a faceful of chinese food. Cursing, Yuri picked up the papers laying around the room and threw them on the small table he had between the kitchen and the living area. One of the folders plopped open and he went to close it only to stop and give a light chuckle.
"What happened to this guy?" He pointed to the picture and Niamh stumbled over to look at it. It was a picture of one of the men found the day before.
"That guy was killed in an alley yesterday. Part of a Russian crime syndicate thing." She grumbled rubbing her eyes. Yuri looked from her to the picture, then laughed again.
"Well, that isn't the guy that the name says he is." Eira joined them and gave him a puzzled look.
"What did you say?" Yuri pickd up the folder and pointed to the name. Viktor Pashkovski.
"This isn't Viktor. I'm meeting with Viktor today. He wants to talk to all the guns for hire in the city. This might be a lead to take the trail off of him." Yuri looked at the folders of the other man and two women. "This is that guys brother, father and their two wives. They were in Viktor's mob but they were really low and most of the time stayed out of trouble." He continued, talking about it as easy as talking about the weather.
"Can you get us a meeting with him..as in a undercover meeting?" Eira smiled at him.
"So you can bust him." Yuri said unamused.
"No...just catch him in the act is all...then bust him." Yuri gave Eira an unamused look and smiled.
"Well, of course. Why don't I stick a target on my forehead and yell 'I did it, please kill me!' while I'm at it?"
"Well, it would be an improvement of attitude on your part." Niamh said from her spot, leaning on the counter. Yuri glared at her and wiped at his face. There was still a thick coat of oil on it (even though he had scrubbed it thoroughly) and he sighed.
"I dunno, guys. Talk to your boss and get a hold of me later."
"How much later?"
"I don't know...how about in an hour." Eira looked at Niamh, who grabbed the phone and began to dial.
"All right. I'll page you." Yuri nodded and grabbed his thick jacket. Leaving, Yuri locked the door behind him and went on his way to do what ever he did during the day. This left the girls to deal with Smecker.
End of Chappie 2...So sad...Well, please R&R!
