They just stared at her for a good long while, not entirely sure how to proceed. She was knocked out cold, and tied up tighter than tight to the dining chair from her hands to feet. They put her weapons on the table after properly examining them. Everything about her said assassin from the weapons, to her clothes, and rather late break in to their house. How she found them was beyond them, but she was there for an obvious purpose; to kill them.

"What are we gonna' do with her?" Conner was the first to ask after a rather long and uncomfortable silence.

"We can't kill her, I mean, she's a woman!" Murphy argued.

"But she did try to kill us. Woman or not, she would have put bullets in both our heads."

"But she didn't. She could have, but she didn't." Murphy reminded his brother as they turned to face each other each. "And I'm rather curious as to why she didn't."

"I'm more curious as to how she found us." Conner mused before they looked back to her. "She looks so young."

"That she does." Murphy added. "Too young to be running around killing people in the dead of the night, that's for certain."

They heard her groan and saw her arms twitch ever so slightly. Her eyes fluttered opened, and her neck rolled before she lifted her head up. Her nose had stopped bleeding, but the blood was dried down her face, and the hit she took was definitely going to leave a black eye after a while.

Murphy looked at Conner, Conner kept his eyes on her for a moment before speaking to her, "Don't suppose you're going to tell us your name, are you?"

She spit at them, both saliva and blood, before mumbling something in Russian they both easily recognized as "Burn in hell."Conner was first to respond to her, in her mother tongue, "Burn yourself." Her reaction made it apparent she hadn't known much about them, that they were fluent in several different languages. "Who are you?" Conner again asked, speaking Russian.

"Kill me." She spoke in English now, her voice sounding tired. "If you don't, they will."

"They?" Murphy stepped forward, kneeling down to her eyes level. "Who sent you?"

"Don't act like you're surprised. They all want you dead, every criminal in Boston wants your heads."

"It was probably the Russians." Conner mused out loud.

"You think just because I'm Russian I work for Russians? What a dull man you are. I kill for whoever has the biggest check book."

"But you didn't." Murphy sort of whispered. She looked at her, her big round eyes staring at him in wonder as he continued, "You didn't kill us."

"You fought me. I'm not used to that."

"You just sneak in late at night and kill people while they're sleeping? Not very sportsmen like of you." Conner commented dully.

"I'm not a fighter, I'm a killer, there's a difference, let me assure you." She rolled her eyes.

"But you could have killed us, before we fought you there was a chance for you to kill us without any altercation but you didn't." She looked at Murphy as he spoke to her, her eyes seeming to cloud as he watched the turmoil build inside her. "Tell us who sent you."

"Why won't you kill me?" She almost sounded like she was begging now.

"You've never failed before?" Conner asked.

"If I had you think I would have lasted this long in the business?"

"Judging by your age I'd say you hadn't been in the business that long at all." Conner retorted.

"You have no idea how old I am." She sort of laughed under her breath.

"Why don't we just kill her?" Conner finally said, as if he had been thinking it the entire time. "She's not going to tell us anything, woman or not we might as well just do it now because if we don't she'll just kill us first chance she gets."

Murphy stood, looking at his brother with a more lack luster expression, "I don't think we should."

"You better listen to him," She coughed out. Murphy looked back at her and she sort of smiled at him, "Because he's right. I will kill you if you don't kill me first."

Murphy turned away from her, shaking his head, "If we kill her before she tells us who sent her, they'll just send someone else to kill us. They'll keep sending more until we find them and kill them."

"Wanna' know the truth?" They both looked at her as she leaned her head back a bit to look at the ceiling. "You kill me, and the people who sent me will be the last of your problems." She looked back at them, arching her eyebrows up a bit before sighing softly, "I'm not trying to convince you not to kill me or anything, I mean, you might as well. I'm simply saying even if I tell you who sent me, it's not going to matter, not now anyway."

"C'mon," Conner grabbed his brother's shoulder and lead him out of the kitchen, leaving her there tied to the chair as they went into the bedroom and shut the door. "We need to figure out what to do with her, and quick." Conner whispered, being careful she didn't hear.

"She didn't kill us for a reason Conner." Murphy tried to argue, but Conner shook his head.

"That doesn't really matter right now." Conner looked down at his feet, trying to figure it all out in his head. "We can't let her go, she's not going to tell us what we want to know," He looked up at his brother with almost a pleading look in her eyes, "We just need to kill her Murphy. If another assassin comes, we can see if they'll break, but she won't."

Murphy said nothing for a while, just looked off to the side before mumbling under his breath, "She said whoever sent her would be the last of our problems, right?" He looked up now at Conner, an idea brewing in the depths of his mind. "Someone will be coming for her, a partner or something. We hold her here, hostage, and when they come we bargain her life for the answers."

"That's if only one comes." Conner pointed out. "If they ambush us, they'll kill us and take her. Why are you so against us killing her?"

"Because I saw something in her eyes, when she had that gun to my head. She looked confused and scared. Even if we hadn't fought back, she would have stood there for hours with that gun to my head and never even think about pulling the trigger. She didn't want to kill me Conner, I could tell."

"Murphy, whatever she's a part of, it's dangerous because she sounds pretty convinced she's going to die whether it's us who kill her or not."

"I can't…" Murphy whispered, "I can't kill her Conner."

"You won't have to." Conner shoved his brother back away from the door. Murphy just stood there, not fighting back or trying to stop Conner as he opened the door and went back out into the kitchen. He shut the door behind him and looked at the girl sitting so helplessly in the chair, not even trying to untie the rope or anything. He went over to the table, picking up one of her guns and checking the see if it was loaded before stepping back in front of her. He took a few steps back, holding the gun level to her forehead. She looked up at him, not afraid of the gun. Her eyes caught his, he tried not to look but he couldn't help it. He saw it, in her eyes just like Murphy had said. She was scared.