Chapter 4

PURPLE

Murphy closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on their leather couch. "Comfortable?" Connor asked.

"Aye! Lamb is a blessin!" Murphy said lightly touching his wound.

The door to their loft was made of wood, so naturally, it was not hard to break down. The rectangle fell with a bang, and Smecker, wild-eyed and guns flaring ran into the room pointing two guns, one at each brother.

"YOU TWO HAVE SOME FUCKING EXPLAINING TO DO!" Smecker screamed. The MacManus's had never seen Smecker in this state before.

"Wha?" Murphy asked.

"Don't play dumb!" Smecker was still shouting. "You know what I'm fucking talking about! The fucking police station!"

"Wha about the police station?" Murphy asked again.

Connor interrupted his brother, "Agent Smecker, we don't know what ya are talkin about." Connor's voice was calm and soothing. "Why don't ya put down the guns?"

Smecker only moved closer to the brothers, "NO! You killed my own men! Just to get at the fucking German!"

"We swear, we didn't do anything like that," Connor said his hand gesturing Smecker to lower the guns.

"We don't know wha you're talkin about," Murphy added.

"Just tell me one thing before I pull these triggers!" Smecker demanded. The brothers began to worry even more. Smecker was not himself. "Where is Greenly?"

"We don't know what you're…" Murphy began.

Connor halted his brother's voice, "We'll take you to him. Just lower your weapons."

Smecker was beginning to tear up with anger. "NO! Tell me!" Smecker pointed both guns at Murphy, "Tell me or I'll shoot your brother first!"

"Okay! Okay! He's in the closet behind you," Connor said pointing behind Smecker.

Smecker softened a little as he turned to look. Connor leapt from the couch a tackled the agent. Murphy could not move too fast because of the bullet wound. Instead he carefully stood and kicked away Smecker's guns.

"GET A HOLD OF YERSELF!" Connor said pinning Smecker to the floor. "YA KNOW US!"

"But Greenly," Smecker whimpered.

"We don't know what yer talkin about," Connor said shaking Smecker slightly. "Calm yeself." Connor waited for Smecker to respond. Smecker exhaled a long breath before nodding. "Good," Connor began, "now start from the beginning and we'll do our best ta help."

"So they said that WE shot up a police station?" Connor asked after Smecker had finished explaining the situation.

"Yeah, it's you guys' M.O. down to the last detail. I mean penny in eyes, arms crossed, and everything!" Smecker elaborated.

"Shit," Murphy said.

"Shit is right. Who could this be? The Yakuza's?" Connor asked.

"No, they were Caucasian males matching your description," Smecker replied.

"Fuck! Are we dealing with another Mr. Glass character?" Murphy said kicking the couch he was standing next to.

"We took care of Mr. Glass," Connor reminded Murphy. "Plus, this doesn't seem to be the same deal. Glass did it to emotionally distract us. It was a part of his torture process."

"Detective Moore is waiting for me at the station. I'd better get there," Smecker said standing from the chair he was resting in.

"Moore? We've never heard that name. Should we be worried about this fella?" Connor asked.

"No, not at all," Smecker replied, but stopped and thought for a second. "Well after this you might need to worry about him. But before this incident he was an ally. He doesn't know anything, he's just a believer in what you guys do."

"We'll just have to win him back, won't we?" Murphy suggested.

"Guess so," Connor shrugged.

"This is Dr. Lamb," her voice said.

"Doctor, it's Connor," he replied.

"Connor! What's wrong?" She instantly asked.

"Nothing really. There is a pair of imposters out there apparently disguised as us. We don't know how much they really look like us, but we can't be too careful. I was thinkin maybe we should have like a password, ya know, just in case," Connor suggested.

"Sure, what were you thinking," Dr. Lamb asked.

"How about Annabelle?" Connor replied.

"Okay, why Annabelle?"

"It's our mum's name."

Smecker sprinted into the police station. Detective Moore came running to greet him, "Sir!"

"What news do you have for me?" Smecker asked.

"Greenly turned up," Moore replied. "He was patrolling for information."

"Where is he?" Smecker asked sternly.

"Over there, sir," Moore pointed to Greenly, hunched over his desk.

"Why didn't you fucking pick up your phone, Greenly?" Smecker shouted.

Greenly looked up. "Wha? Oh," he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Shit, sorry, it was on silent. Forgot to check for messages."

"Dumb fuck," Smecker muttered under his breath. "Anything else?"

"No sir, not at this moment. But we are following all leads," Moore said. "We'll get the Saints." Moore's last few words sounded like he was let down.

Smecker grabbed the detective's shoulder and pulled him against the wall. "I want you to listen to me and don't as any fucking questions," Smecker whispered harshly.

"Yes, sir…" Moore shakily replied.

"Don't interrupt me," Smecker said shaking the poor detective. "I have reputable sources that tell me that it was impossible for the Saints to have committed this atrocity. It seems that this is a pair of imposters, so I want you to take that angle with your investigation, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," Moore replied.

"Good," Smecker said tightening his grip. "You are a good detective. I trust that you will prove yourself during this investigation. Hell I'm proud to have you on this team. And never, I repeat, never lose your faith in the Saints again."

"Yes sir," Moore lowered his head in shame.

"Good, now get to work," Smecker said letting go of Moore's shoulder.

The brothers finished preparing their weapons. They wanted to make sure their weapons were clean and in working order before they embarked on their mission against the German headquarters.

"Ye ready?" Connor asked.

"Aye. Aren't I always?" Murphy replied.

"Ya, just thought I'd ask," Connor said.

"How about you? You ready?"

Connor sighed, "Yeah. Just wonderin how this one's goin ta turn out."

"This one does feel a bit different, doesn't it?" Murphy said.

"Aye. A bit different."