"That will be all. Now get home, Lizzie. It's late."

Lizzie nodded, "You know I don't mind. Goodnight, Tommy." She closed his office door behind her. Then, she grabbed her belongings from her desk and walked out the front door, which closed with a soft clap.

Tommy's shoulders relaxed as he sat back in his chair. The office was quiet. Everyone had left for the night. He shook his head, leaning forward once more over the reports on his desk. He had to focus, or he was never going to leave the bloody office.

The front door slammed open, the bell ringing as Isaiah burst in. He made a beeline for Tommy's office, not stopping to knock, but not coming over the threshold as he threw open the door. "Tommy, you got to come quick. The coppers all over the next block down asking for who seen Ada."

Taking a deep breath in, Tommy stood and crossed his arms in front of him, "What the fook did she get up to now?"

"I don't know. They tried to talk to me, but I took off too fast and came straight here. People were talking about a gun goin' off. It's bad, Tom." The kid's eyebrows were raised, and he was breathing hard, clearly understating how fast he had run to get there.

"Alright, Isaiah. Thank you. Lock up the shop after me and then go home. Which block was it on?"

"Two down and One over. I think people are gathered on fifth."

Without another word, Tommy grabbed his jacket off his chair and took off, pulling open the door to the business and almost colliding with Arthur and John. Arthur put his hands out and stopped himself against the doorway, his head draped down as he panted for breath.

"Cops fookin' raiding the house, Tom," Arthur said as he pushed his hair away from his sweat-dripping forehead.

John, who looked a little less put out from the sprint, stepped in, "We told em' to fuck off. They said they're on strict orders and are looking for a fugitive."

"Ye, I know," Tommy said impatiently as he stepped out onto the street. "That fugitive is our damned sister. Let's go."

The three Shelbys marched down the street at a fast walking pace. As people saw them coming, they turned their eyes away, confirming what Tommy already thought was true: everyone had heard about what had taken place in his city. Everyone except him. And the cops would have to answer for their disrespect and intrusion.

They passed down two blocks and swung a left. Now the shouts of cops met Tommy's ears, as well as the excited hustle of people as they tried to get a look at what was happening.

"I think we're at the right place," Arthur muttered.

"What we gonna do, Tommy?" John reached for his gun casually as he spat the toothpick from his mouth.

"You two don't do a damned thing," he turned to each of them in point. "Leave the talking to me." Neither looked happy, and neither of them nodded. But Tommy knew neither of them would disobey.

As the three of them rounded the corner, their hands in their pockets and heads bent low, people jumped out of the way. Their pace didn't change as they took in the shit show in front of them. Two cabs were parked on the street, and six officers stood around them. One was leaned up against the car holding his throat. Other police officers were pushing the crowd back and asking questions.

One such officer spotted the three of them as they approached. He was rather muscular and not as pudgy as most of the coppers. Perhaps for that reason, he marched up to the three of them, planted himself in their way and crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. This street is blocked off. You'll have to go around."

The three men came to a halt and looked up. Arthur cocked his head, "I think you've made a mistake," he said, pronouncing each word slowly. "Officer."

The man, unphased, simply stood his ground. Tommy looked up at him, giving the man his most calculated glare. The officer held for ten seconds before Tommy grew impatient.

"Okay," he said as he sidestepped the officer and strode forward like he owned the street. Of course, he did.

"HEY!" the officer called from behind him. Tommy heard the cocking of a gun. "Don't you move."

Tommy stopped in his step, taking a deep breath in to try and keep himself from shooting this man. He turned around, spread his arms wide, and forced an unfriendly smile on his face. "We're all friends here, officer." He pointed at the gun. "Now put that thing away before someone gets hurt."

"It's alright, Ernie," a familiar voice called. The officer referred to as 'Ernie' didn't lower his gun, but his mouth dropped open in shock.

"You said…."

The fatter and balder cop stepped into view. "And now, I'm saying it's alright. I want to talk to them. Now put that fuckin' thing away and apologize to Mister Shelby."

The man dropped his gun to his side, gritted his teeth and said, "Apologies, Mister Shelby."

Tommy smirked, not bothering with a reply as he turned to the new cop. "Get your fuckin' men out of my house, Moss."

Inspector Moss' face turned uncomfortable. His eyes dropped as he replied, "I'm sorry, Mister Shelby. This is above me. They're not my men, and it's not my op."

This time, Tommy crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in a way that made the inspector flinch. "Okay, then tell me what the hell you're after Ada for."

"Well…" Moss looked very much like he didn't want to go on. The ground was much more interesting at the moment. "Your sister and her companion assaulted some cops."

"Ada?" John took several steps forward. "Ada, our sister took out your men?"

"Well that is pretty embarrassing," Tommy said as he lit up a cigarette and put it to his mouth. He took a long drag on it as John and Arthur smirked.

"They resisted arrest, sir. And, well, the men are hurt in a bad way."

Now, Tommy needed straight answers. He turned his back on Moss and marched up to the gathering of police officers. One was leaned up against a car, sitting on the ground while a doctor bent over him.

"My sister did that?" he demanded, making the other cops take a step back as they noticed his presence.

"Bugger off!" the cop snapped from the ground, his forehead sweating and hands clenched.

The doctor looked up, a little calmer than the officers and not unsettled by the presence of a Shelby. "This man was impaled in the calf."

"Impaled?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raising. His sister carried a gun, but a knife seemed a little too personal for Ada.

"Yes, sir," the doctor didn't lose a beat as he attended to the wound. "He said it was a knife."

The injured officer spoke up from the ground. "The one pinned me and held me back while the other tried to stab me to death. I kicked at her, and she stabbed me leg instead of me heart. Lucky I got out alive, I am."

"So, you're admitting two women overpowered you and held you down?" Tommy asked, taking another drag on his cigarette.

The other officers all smirked and held back laughs while the man on the ground considered the appropriate response. Tommy didn't have time to wait.

"Why were you lot after my sister?"

"Orders came from higher up the chain of command. From somewhere in London," the officer standing up against the car spoke, his voice hoarse.

"But why?"

"Said they were commies, and they were spreading commie propaganda. We were to take em' to London," a third man spoke up, bruises on his face.

"Where'd they go?" John piqued in, making Tommy grit his teeth.

"We were hoping you could tell us," Moss said from behind.

Tommy whipped around, "If I fookin' knew, I wouldn't be here looking, would I?"

With that, the three men took off and stalked back up the street the way they had come.

"You know where they are?" Arthur muttered when they were out of earshot.

"Yeah, I know where they are."

"Where?" John asked.

"Fucking Polly's."