Romeo: "Are you saying I look gay?"
Murphy: "No. You jus hail from a colorful..."
Romeo: "You don't know me. You think these make me look gay?"
Irish Gun Dealer: "You look like you might have seen one up close."

A week had passed since the twins had killed the guy who had attacked me. Since then Becky, Mitch, and I had been itching to go on another mission. The only problem was that Connor and Murphy weren't so keen on letting us join them.

"Look, if you two don't let us help then we might just go out and do this on our own," Becky threatened for about the millionth time as she sat on the couch between me and Murphy.

"Yeh'll do no such thing," Murphy warned.

"Well then let us help."

"We're still thinkin' about it."

I sighed and flicked the bottle cap from my hard lemonade at him.

"You need to hurry it up 'cause I'm tired of waitin'."

Connor sat down beside me and took a drink from his beer.

"We'll tell yeh when we've decided."

"Don't take too long," Mitch warned. "Those two aren't kidding when they say they'll go out and do this by themselves." I leaned around Connor and raised an eyebrow at Mitch who was sitting on the floor by the coffee table.

"Are you not going to help us?"

"I didn't say that."

"You did so. You said 'those two' as in me and Becky and not you."

"Well I meant that even if they tell you guys no then you're still going to go out and do it. And if you go then so will I."

"Good." I smiled and sat back. I smiled up at Connor but he didn't smile back.

"Look, wha' we do, it's not easy," he said. "We don' think tha' the three of yeh are ready fer this."

"All you have to do is tell us what to do," Becky replied. "We want to do this. We even know who we want to go after."

"Oh yeah?" Murphy questioned. "An' who's tha'?"

"Antonio Yakavetta."

Murphy coughed halfway through a sip of his beer and started choking. Becky hit him on the back a couple of times until he stopped coughing.

"Yeh want ta wha'?" Connor demanded. He looked at the three of us like he thought we were insane and considering what Becky had just said, we probably were. Antonio Yakavetta was the younger brother of Papa Joe Yakavetta, the old leader of the Boston Mafia. The twins had killed him in 1999 and then his son, Concezio, had taken over and the twins had killed him in 2009. Now Antonio had come from New York to take over.

"Yeh can' be serious." Murphy looked around at the three of us.

"We've never been more serious," Becky replied. Mitch and I nodded in agreement.

"Yer not anywhere near ready ta take 'im down," Connor argued.

"Well we didn't say that we were. But if you teach us then we would be."

Connor shook his head and looked over at his brother.

"Wha'dyeh think Murph?"

"I think if we don' let 'em 'elp soon then they're goin' ta go out an' get themselves killed. So we might as well teach 'em wha' ta do."

Connor nodded and took another drink.

"All righ'," He said at last. "We'll take yeh out on a job. If you can handle tha' then you'll be Saints."


Becky, Mitch, the brothers, and I stood outside the back door of the Sin Bin. The twins had given us all black ski masks to hide our identities. The three of us had to tuck our hair up under the mask so that no one would be able to see our hair color.

"So how're we going to do this without guns?" Becky asked as she put her mask on.

"We'll let yeh borrow ours fer this," Murphy replied as he loaded one of his black MI Desert Eagle Mark XIX and then did the same thing to his other one.

"If yeh prove yeh can do this then we'll take yeh ta get yer own," Connor added as he loaded his guns which were identical to his twin's.

"Ready?" Murphy held up his gun and put his hand on the door.

"Ready," Mitch, Becky, and I replied. He pushed open the door and we slipped inside. The twins led us to the room where the stripper would be entertaining. Connor checked to make sure she was in there before he motioned for us to continue. We burst into the room, scaring the woman who was getting ready. Murphy grabbed her before she could start screaming and covered her mouth.

"We're not goin' ta hurt yeh. Jus tell us how many there are."

She held up three fingers. Murphy looked at Connor. Connor nodded and Murphy used a stun gun to knock the woman out. After she was unconscious we were able to take off our masks. Connor checked the three rooms and turned back to us.

"All righ' who's goin' first?" He held up one of his guns.

"I'll go," Mitch replied, walking over to the booth on the left. He took the gun and stood in front of the glass that separated him from whoever he was supposed to kill. "Should I say the prayer?"

"No," Connor answered. "We'll teach yeh tha' if yeh prove yeh can do this." Mitch nodded and raised the gun.

"Ready?" Connor stood by the button that would raise the steel door behind the glass. Mitch nodded again and Connor hit the button. The door went up and Mitch pulled the trigger. The glass shattered with the first bullet. He pulled the trigger again just to make sure he hit the guy. Connor looked into the booth.

"Very nice." He nodded his approval and took his gun back. Murphy turned to Becky and offered her one of his guns.

"Want ta go next?" He smirked at her. She smirked back and took his gun.

"Hell yeah I do." She stood in front of the booth on the right and raised the gun. "Do it." Murphy hit the button and Becky pulled the trigger twice. Murphy grinned at her, walked over to her, and kissed her.

"I knew yeh could do it."

"Did you? The way you were talking before made it sound like you didn't have any faith in us at all."

"Well I always thought you could do it. The other two I wasn' so sure about."

"Thanks Murphy." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, yeh haven' had yer turn yet so I'm still not sure about you."

"I can do it!" I protested.

"Well then prove it."

"She'll do it." Connor walked over to me and pressed his gun into my hand. I gripped the gun and turned to the booth in the center of the room. Connor put his hands on my shoulders.

"Jus take a deep breath an' pull the trigger. Don' think about anythin' else." He whispered. I nodded and he walked over to the button.

"Okay," I said. "Hit it." The door went up and I pulled the trigger twice. I knew that both bullets had hit their mark and as soon as I knew that I felt like something clicked inside me. Something that had been missing. Doing this felt good.

Connor cheered. He came running over to me, picked me up, and swung me around in a circle.

"I knew yeh could do it!" He kissed my forehead before setting me back on my feet.

"Told ya so!" I smirked at Murphy. He waved dismissively at me and pulled Becky against his side.

"Looks like we'll be gettin' the three of yeh yer guns."

Mitch, Becky, and I grinned at each other.

"Well let's get going then," Becky suggested. "Preferably before she wakes up." She nodded toward the stripper.

"Can' even wait 'til morning can yeh?" Murphy asked as we walked back out into the alley behind the Sin Bin.

"No we can't," I replied. "We've waited long enough." Since he couldn't argue with that or at least couldn't think up a good argument at the moment he just shrugged. The two of them led us to a building that had a basement apartment built into it. We walked down the stairs that led to the door from the street. Connor knocked twice and the door opened.

"Gentlemen!" a guy dressed in a white button up top, a pair of brown dress pants, and a light brown flat cap said cheerfully. "It's been a while. I see you've brought some friends." He let us into the room where there was only a small table and was lit only by a bare light bulb.

"Aye, these three are our new recruits," Connor replied. "We've come ta get them their weapons."

"How much're we goin' ta owe yeh?" Murphy asked. The guy shook his head.

"Oh please, you two are my best customers. Everything's on the house." He hit a button under the table and some lights came on behind us. We turned around and saw that half the room and been blocked off with a cage and inside the cage were more guns than any of the three of us had ever seen.

"Well shit," I said.

"Damn straight," Becky agreed.

"I think I'm in heaven," Mitch added. The twins grinned at us and handed us each a black bag.

"Well 'ave at it kids," Connor said. We grabbed the bags and hurried into the cage. I found a black case and opened it. Inside were two black MI Desert Eagle Mark XIX with matching weights. They were the same guns that the boys used and as soon as I saw them I knew they were the ones that I wanted. I lifted one of the guns out of the case and tested how if felt in my hand. I liked the feeling of the cold metal against my skin. I put it back and set the case in my bag.

"Wha'd yeh pick?" Connor asked.

"The same guns as you and Murph."

"Why those?"

I shrugged.

"I like 'em." I put the bag over my shoulder and began looking at the other weapons and accessories that filled the room. I picked up a pair Beretta 92Fs and a pair of silencers that matched these guns and added them to my bag then I walked over to Becky as she picked up a gun from a case identical to mine.

"What'd you pick?" I asked.

"Akdal Ghost TR-01s with detachable silencers," she replied as she put the case into her bag. "They've got fixed sights and built in suppressors too."

"Might want ta grab another set of guns," Murphy suggested. "Jus in case somethin' 'appens ta the set yeh've got."

"All right. Any suggestions?"

"The Berettas are always nice."

"Of course they are." Becky rolled her eyes playfully and picked up a pair of the guns as well as the matching silencers. She tossed a pair of each to Mitch and he added them to his bag.

"What other set are yeh gettin'?" Connor asked.

"Heckler & Koch Mark 23s," Mitch answered. "With detachable silencers and this." He held up a pair of little black squares.

"What're those?" I asked.

"Laser sights."

"Wha' the fuck do yeh need laser sights fer?" Connor questioned. "It's not like yeh've got a sniper rifle now is it?"

"I think they're cool. Who knows, I might need 'em."

"What the fuck could yeh possibly need 'em fer?" Connor argued. "It's not like yer goin' ta be pickin' people off from a rooftop!"

"Maybe not but you never know what could come in handy."

"Yer insane."

"Says the guy who's obsessed with fuckin' rope," Murphy sneered.

"I 'aven't got any, have I?" Connor replied. "No. So there."

"Oh really?" Mitch grabbed Connor's bag and ripped it open. He reached inside and pulled out a long coil of rope. "What'dya call this?"

"Fuck the both of yeh," Connor snapped as Murphy and Mitch started laughing. "Me havin' rope has come in handy more than once."

"The fuck it has!" Murphy replied. "Every fuckin' time yeh bring yer stupid rope I end up getting' tangled up in it!"

"Oh you shut yer fuckin' mouth!" Connor warned. "If it weren't fer my 'stupid' rope we never would 'ave been able to pull off tha' hit at the Pru."

"Yeah well—" Murphy began.

"Enough!" Becky stepped between the two of them. "Quit yer bitchin', quit yer bitchin', quit yer bitchin'." She pointed first and Murphy, then at Connor, and then at both of them.

"He started it!" they cried.

"I don't give a fuck who started it. Just quit it!"

"Oh an' wha' about you Murphy?" Connor asked. "Wha's in yer bag?"

"None'a yer damn business, tha's wha'."

"We'll see about tha'." Connor snatched Murphy's bag and ripped it open. "Oh, wha's this?" He pulled out a bowie knife. "Why do yeh 'ave this again then, Rambo?"

"I said quit it!" Becky snatched the knife and Murphy's bag from Connor. He chuckled.

"Sorry Becky." Murphy came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Becky snorted and turned to him.

"So you're going to try and butter me up now, are you Murphy MacManus?"

"Is it working?" He smirked at her.

"We'll see." She shoved his things into his arms and picked up her own bag. "Are we all done here?"

"I'm good to go," I replied. The two of us headed back over to the table, the guys following behind us. Connor and Mitch were still bickering over the point of having laser sights but they were doing it quietly, probably in an attempt not to piss off Becky. Becky, Mitch, and I set our bags on the table and showed the arms dealer what we had chosen.

"Very nice choices," he said with a smile. "Much better than the last recruit."

"What last recruit?" I asked.

"Some Mexican."

"He means Romeo," Connor said. "He picked these god awful guns that had the colors of the Mexican flag on 'em an' gold silencers."

"They were gay," Murphy added.

"What happened to him?" Mitch asked.

"He died," Murphy answered. "When we were in Hoag."

"Sucks for him," Becky replied.

"Tha's why we 'ave doubts about lettin' the three of yeh be Saints," Connor said. "Our last two recruits died. Rocco was killed by the Mafia and Romeo died from the shoot out we had at the Roman's place."

"The who?" I asked.

"Some asshole who used to be friends with our Da. He's dead now too, Da killed 'im."

"Where's your dad?"

"Dead. He died takin' out the Roman."

"I'm sorry."

Connor shrugged.

"Tha's the risk of bein' a Saint. We don' think the three of yeh quite get tha'."

"Of course we do," Becky argued. "We're not stupid. We know we could get killed doing this but we want to. If feels good."

"If feels right," I added. "Like we should have always been doing this."

"Then the three of yeh completely fuckin' insane," Murphy replied.

"We're just as insane as the two of you, dearie," Becky said.