Another small battle was not actually that small: Get the Punisher into the Hoag. But that's coming up. Let's check in our boys…
Conner sat in the small prison cell while Murphy paced back and forth.
"Quit ye pacin!" He finally snapped at his brother. "Doubt anythin' has changed in de last two minutes!"
"Aw fook you Conna!" Murphy paced some more before he looked through the barred window again. "Ye ain't a bit worried as ta where they took Rome?" He admitted he was worried about their Mexican friend.
"Ye heard it yerself. They took him ta a hospital that is guarded by de prison guards!"
Murphy sighed and sat down beside his brother.
"Ye think we're eva getting outta here?" He asked while one of his hands went up to hold his rosary that wasn't there. It was just habit he still reached for it. One of those fucking bastard guards took it from them and hadn't given it back.
"Honest one or lie?" Conner asked with a sad smirk.
"Lie." Murphy sighed his answer.
"Course we are! They'll realize we be de good guys. Could use some rope though." Conner sighed wistfully and Murphy glowered at his brother.
"Would ya stop wid de fooking rope?" He snapped angrily. "I'm sick and tired o hearin about your rope! And hearing about how Charlie Bronson always used it. Charlie Bronson was a horrible actor!" He spat acidly at his brother.
Conner's face darkened in fury.
"Ah beg ye pardon? Did ye jus say Charlie Bronson was a bad actor?" He asked dangerously.
"Nay Conna." Murphy sighed and Conner smirked at him. "Ah said he was a HORRIBLE actor!" Conner's face darkened again and stalked forward.
"Ye take tha back!" He stated simply poking his brother in the chest angrily.
"NAY! And ye can't make me either!" Murphy challenged angrily and that was all Conner needed. He dove into his brother and tackled him to the cell floor.
"HEY GUARD THOSE CRAZY IRISH PIGS ARE AT IT AGAIN!" A prisoner screamed down the hallway.
A rough looking guard walked down the hallway and groaned at the two Irishmen beating each other up on the ground.
"Ah come on guys!" He bit out angrily. "Why is it you idiots pick my rounds to try to kill each other?" He moved forward and picked up the smaller twin. "Come on boy!" He put Murphy back on the ground who tried to dive for Conner again. "BREAK IT UP!" Conner was already up and shoved his brother harshly who toppled into the guard knocking them both down. "OKAY THAT'S IT!" The guard stood up and grabbed Murphy by his collar and slammed him onto the bed. "Now you two sit there and talk this through like adults!" The guard shook his head woefully and walked away before slamming and locking the cell door again. He walked back down the hallway out of sight.
Conner rubbed his aching shoulder and looked over at Murphy.
"Ye git em?" He asked curiously and Murphy smirked pulling out something he had hidden.
"Gits easier every time." Murphy handed a cigarette to Conner then tossed another across the way to the prisoner that called for the guard in the first place. "Watch it wid tha Irish Pig nonsense Kyle."
"I let you call me Aladdin!" Kyle snapped at the two who just smirked and lit up the cigarettes. "Just because I look Arabic!" he shook his head morosely.
"Hey now we keep ye in de loop." Conner offered and Kyle rolled his eyes before lighting his own cigarette and laying on his cot.
"Ya know Conna. We should try dis idea for the cell keys."
"And Murph how far do ye think we'd git?" Conner asked condescendingly.
"Nay far enough." Murphy shook his head woefully.
"Murph?" Conner asked quietly.
"Yah Con?"
"Ye didn't mean what ye said about Charlie right?" He asked worriedly.
"Course not Conna. Charlie Bronson was the greatest actor that eva graced de planet." Murphy patted his brother's shoulder sarcastically.
"Yah he was."
Murphy rolled his eyes when he looked away from Conner and grumbled 'idiot' under his breath.
"What was that?" Conner asked looking over at him.
"Nothin." Murphy added quickly.
Oh if only the boys knew that the Punisher was coming to help them…
