The sun was shining brightly the next morning as the girls got up. They sat at the edge of their beds looking at each other. They were sharing a silent conversation. They both knew their feelings were right the day before. Something big was going to happen. They both understood the dreams from the previous night and why they had woken up. Even sitting there staring at each other they heard their dreams echoing through their minds. They could hear their family prayer clearly and the MacManus family prayer. They could still see Connor and Murphy holding guns and also waking up in the jail cell the same way they did. Their lives were now intertwined with the MacManus'. Patricia went into the shower first as Shayla made coffee and a quick breakfast. After Patricia finished in the bathroom and came out showered and dressed Shayla went in.

Both girls were fully showered and dressed sitting in the kitchen finishing their breakfast. "Hey Shay. What do ye think is in tha bag Murph gave me?" Shayla shrugged. "Let's find out." Patricia got up to retrieve the bag. She came back a few moments later and set the bag on the table. Both girls started to dig through. They were pulling out guns, money and jewelry. "Well look 'ere Pat. Our boys already have tha right idea." Both girls were checking out the guns making sure they would possibly work. "Aye Shay I think they do." They stopped investigating the bag and put everything back.

Patricia and Shayla were sitting on the couch watching a movie on T.V. when they heard a knock on the door. Patricia got up and answered it. I was Connor and Murphy. She gave Murphy a kiss and ushered them in and they sat in the living room. Connor and Murphy noticed their shopping bag on the table and shared a look of concern. The girls realized their looks but decided to ignore it. Connor gave Shayla a kiss and sat next to her.

"So how was it sleeping in a jail cell boys?" Patricia was trying to lighten the mood.

"Better than our place, honestly." Murphy caught on to what Patricia was trying to do.

Shayla was being completely serious. She wanted to get this over with. "Did ye two have any weird dreams last night?"

Connor and Murphy stared at each other for a moment. Having a silent conversation. Connor was the first to speak. "Aye we did. How did ye know about it?"

Patricia decided to answer before Shayla could. "Let's just say we had our own weird night last night."

Murphy felt like he was missing something. "What did ye two dream about?"

Now it was Shayla and Patricia's turn to share a silent conversation. "It involved tha two 'o ye and us. Which leads me to what we have ta tell ya."

The guys were looking between the girls anxiously awaiting what they had to say. Shayla turned to Connor. "Remember tha first night when ye asked me about tha Avenging Angels?" Connor nodded. Patricia finished Shayla's thought. "Well yer looking at 'em." Connor and Murphy kept looking between the two girls, shock evident on their faces. "Your tha Avenging Angels?" Murphy squeeked out. The sisters both nodded.

Connor placed his hand on Shayla's shoulder looking her straight in the eyes. "Ye were doin Gods will? Fer how long have ye been doin it?"

Shayla giggled at Connor's hurried questions. "Aye we were doin Gods will and it's been seven years now. Just last week we decided to stop so we can be happy with you guys and now here we are thrown back into it. Last night wasn't the first time we had that dream. It's actually the second time fer us." Connor and Murphy had a look of understanding on their faces.

Patricia now spoke up. "Did ye both wake up last night during tha storm and say anything?" The brothers shared a look again.

"Aye we did. I said…"

Patricia cut him off before he can speak but as she started Connor continued. "Destroy that which is evil..." Both Shayla and Murphy finish in unison. "...So that which is good may flourish." They sat there looking between each other for a few minutes. There was an understanding between all of them. The girls were meant to work with the brothers.

Murphy was the first to break the silence. "So what now?"

Connor decided that now was a perfect time to tell the girls what he found out. "There's gonna be a big Russian mob meetin tanight at the Copley Plaza."

Shayla turned to Murphy with a smirk on her face. "Well Murph there's yer next step. But first ye need weapons and ammo. We'll take ya ta someone we know."

Murphy turned to Patricia. "I take it ye looked through tha bag?"

Patricia nodded. "Ye can use what's in there ta get what ye need. Shay go call Aidan and let him know he has new customers." Shayla nodded and exited the room. She came back a few moments later. "Ready when ever ye guys are." They nodded and got up grabbing their coats and left the apartment.

They got outside and all lit up cigarettes as they walked to the girl's car. Shayla was driving and Connor called shotgun. Murphy and Patricia climbed into the back seat. After driving for a few minutes Shayla pulled up to a store and parked the car. "Were here guys." They all exited the car and followed Shayla down an alley to a heavy looking metal door. Shayla knocked in a rhythm and a moment later the door was opened and everyone followed the young guy to a basement. Aidan turned to the girls. "So yer back fer some more. What ye can't get enough 'o me?" Both Shayla and Patricia laughed out loud. "In yer dreams Aidan. Would ya really want a couple 'o girls that can kill ya in less than a minute?" Shayla snapped back through fits of laughter. "Okay Shay ye win this one. Well what do ye have fer me this time?" Aidan sat down on the couch. Connor and Murphy sat across from him and started putting everything on the table. Aidan looked at the bounty before him and grabbed two black duffel bags tossing them at the brothers. He reached behind and flipped a light switch. "Knock yerselves out." The girls couldn't help but to laugh at the expression on the guys faces as they walked into the other room. They looked like a couple of kids in a candy store.

As the guys were looking around at the different guns Shayla and Patricia sat across from Aidan throwing some money down on the table "This should cover anything we decide ta grab." Aidan picked up the money Shayla threw on the table. "Have fun girls." They smiled and got up from their seats. They walked into the room with all the guns just as Murphy was complaining about rope. "Wow that complaint sounds familiar." Patricia smiled looking at Shayla. "Oh shut it that fight is seven years old now." The guys were looking at the girls wondering what happened. Shayla noticed the look on Connor's face and decided to answer his unspoken question. "When we first started my darling sister decided she wanted to get rope to have just in case. We ended up fighting fer about a week over it." They all started laughing. Murphy walked over and placed his bag near Connor as he still complained about the rope. Connor reached into Murphy's bag and pulled out a knife "Isn't that right Rambo?" The girls bust out laughing and Murphy gave into Connor for his rope. Shayla walked over to Murphy as he was playing with one of the guns. "I give ye credit Murph. A knife comes in handy. In my opinion more than a rope does." She made sure she spoke loud enough for Connor and Patricia to hear. "You and yer fuckin knife Shay." "Hey don't bitch. It saved me life quite a number 'o times." Patricia just shook her head knowing she was defeated. They all got what they needed and headed back to the girls apartment.

They went straight back to the apartment. Sitting at the kitchen table with various guns and parts spread across it. "Well guys ye better be ready fer this. Make sure ye have a good game plan here." Murphy put his gun on the table and turned to Patricia. "Pat we're sure about this and we do have a game plan." Patricia nodded. "I'm gonna give ye guys a good piece of advice. When ye leave tha hotel, go separate ways. Go down separate stairs and exits and come up with a meet up point." Shayla was looking between them to make sure they got her point. "Don't worry M'aingeal. We got what yer sayin." Shayla smiled and got up from the table. Patricia followed close behind. "Where are ye two goin?" Murphy blurted out. Patricia turned to answer as Shayla continued into the bedroom. "We have some business to take care of. There's a mafia hit man that Shayla has been after and we're gonna do some surveillance." They guys nodded and went back to their guns. "Oh before I forget. Here so ye can lock up after ye leave and if ye decide ta come back 'ere afterward." She handed her set of keys to Murphy. He took them and pocketed them then nodded his thanks.

It was starting to get dark as the girls were sitting in their car parked near an apartment building. They have been out there for a few hours watching their target. They had followed him from his fancy house to a rundown neighborhood. They had watched him when they first came to Boston and knew he came to this place four times a week. And they also knew there was about nine under bosses in there as well. They were all from New York and were trying to move into Boston. A lot of them were the worthless lackeys the girls spared when they wiped out some of the big time guys. Now they were taking over and moving the families. The girls had to be patient for this to work. It would be their biggest hit if done right. They needed to have the element of surprise on their side. They had checked out the building during the day to see the best point of entry. They had everything set now it was a matter of doing it. Shayla was getting bored and started to let her mind wander. She was wondering how the guys did. Just as that thought entered her mind her cell phone rang. "'Ello." "Hey M'aingeal. Everything went well and were headin ta Roc's. Can ye meet us there?" "Sure. We'll be there in a little while." Connor quickly hung up the phone. Shayla closed her phone and turned to Patricia. "Con said everything went well and fer us ta meet up at Rocco's." "Why at Roc's place? How did he get involved?" Patricia had too many questions for Shayla to deal with at that moment. "I don't know but we need ta find out. Nothin new is goin on 'ere. Let's go meet up with them." Patricia nodded and Shayla turned on the car and they made their way to Rocco's.

The girls parked the car and headed up to Roc's apartment. They knocked on the door and Rocco opened it ushering them in. The guys had already started drinking and they ordered pizza. There were guns across the table as well as beer cans and bottles of whiskey. Rocco had scrounged up two more chairs for the girls to sit. Shayla sat between Connor and Rocco and Patricia sat between Connor and Murphy. They both grabbed a slice of pizza and a beer. Shayla turned to Connor. "Well what happened? Or are ye gonna make me beat ya up ta get tha answer?" The guys started laughing. Patricia was backing up her sister. "Believe me boys. She can do it too." They stopped laughing and Connor turned to Shayla. "I believe she can kick me arse if she wanted ta." The girls were sitting there urging the guys to tell them what happened. Murphy started to tell them. "We went through tha vents ta get there." Both Shayla and Patricia raised an eyebrow to their method. Connor continued. "Me rope came in handy. Murph an I got inta a scuffle as we were in tha vent and we fell through tha ceiling hanging by our legs with the rope. It was quite funny really. It helped get tha element 'o surprise." Shayla and Patricia looked at each other in disbelief shaking their heads. Rocco finished telling the story. "And I was sent by my boss to do the hit. I get there and they had done it already. Your boys here scared the fucking shit outta me. I didn't even know it was them. They held guns to my head." They all laughed at that. Now it was the girls turn to respond. Shayla and Patricia shared another look and both silently agreed that Shayla should be the first to say something. "First of all…" She turned to Connor and Murphy. "That two 'o ye are complete fuckin idiots. No one does that shit. Going through the air vents is a fuckin retarded thing ta do." She turned to Rocco next as Patricia was giggling knowing the guys were all gonna get it. "As fer ye Roc, How were ya gonna get in there and where is yer gun?" Rocco handed Shayla his six shooter and began to answer her. "I dressed as an employee and carted food to their room." Patricia decided to get into Shayla's fun. "Okay we see Roc's got tha brains here. He had tha right idea not ye two. How many guys were there?" Connor and Murphy spoke at the same time. "Nine." The girls looked at each other and nodded. Then Shayla spoke to Connor in Spanish. "Usted habló con él sobre esto. Si él entró con seises tirador y usted los individuos no estaba allí…" She didn't want to continue her thought. Connor shook his head and responded. "Aucun nous allions lui parler demain à son sujet." Shayla nodded knowing it was up to them to talk to Rocco.

They all dropped any talk of what they were doing and continued to drink and enjoy each others company. They had been drinking for a few hours by this point. Rocco started ranting about how the guys ruined his career and that he was a permanent package boy. They all agreed that Rocco can take credit for what they did. Rocco started working himself into a frenzy talking about taking credit. The cat was ignoring them all just lounging on the table. He sat down and slammed his fists on the table for emphasis causing Connor's gun to go off and splatter the cat all over the wall. Shayla and Patricia were the first to get up taking off for the living room with Connor, Murphy and Rocco right behind them. Shayla was the first to say something. "Holy fuckin shit!" Murphy was the next one to come out of shock. "I can't believe that just fucking happened!" After a moment of staring at the splattered cat on the wall Rocco spoke. "Is it dead?" Shayla and Patricia both slapped him on the back of the head. "What do ye think genius?" Shayla shook her head at Rocco as the guys laughed at his stupidity. The guys took care of the mess with the cat and decided to hang a picture in the middle of the stain. They were all very drunk and decided they were going to sleep. Rocco fell out onsomething in the kitchen. Patricia and Murphy were curled up on the couch while Shayla and Connor were out cold on the floor.

Translations:

Usted habló con él sobre esto. Si él entró con seises tirador y usted los individuos no estaba allí… (Spanish)

(Did you talk to him about this. If he went in with a six shooter and you guys weren't there...)

Aucun nous allions lui parler demain à son sujet. (French)

(No we were going to talk to him tomorrow about it.)