"Shit," former FBI Agent Paul Smecker growled while he sat back in the chair and he thumped his right fist lightly against the edge of the desk.

"Something wrong?" former FBI Agent Eunice Bloom asked while she walked in the room and Father Sibeal followed her.

"Yeah. I just got off the phone with the warden at Hoag Maximum Security Prison. He still won't tell me what's going on with the Saints."

"Have they been t'court yet?" Sibeal asked.

"No. They haven't. My people at the Mayor and the Governor's offices told me the Mayor and the Governor are having a tough time finding not only a courthouse to hold the trial, but there isn't a judge, a prosecutor or a defense attorney who want to try the case. Also, mostly everyone who was picked for jury duty are on the Saints' side."

"That makes sense," Eunice said as she sat on the edge of the desk. "Those guys have a really big fanbase."

"Imagine the riots if they were found guilty," Sibeal said.

"Yeah," Paul said with a sigh and he puffed out a breath of air.

"So… If the warden won't tell you anything…," Eunice said, crossing one leg over the other. "Maybe he will talk to their lawyer,"

"You want me to pretend to be their lawyer?"

"No. I'm talking about me."

"That won't work. Even with your hair dyed. Someone at the FBI might recognize you from the security photos at the prison."

"Then I'll go," Sibeal said and they gave him a confused look. "I am not only their priest. I am also their uncle."

"Sounds like a plan," Eunice said and Sibeal nodded before he left the room. She looked at Smecker as he frowned and he leaned his forearms against the edge of the desk. "Now what's wrong?"

"I'm just worried about the Saints," Paul said.

"Knowing those two, they're fine. In fact, I bet they're running the place," she said with a smirk and a dismissive wave of her right hand, but she didn't deny she was worried.

Hoag Maximum Security Prison

The sunlight warmed the back of his neck as Warden Henry Jenkins looked at the files for the Saints and their friend, Romeo. He leaned back on the chair while he looked at the pile of petitions, some of them had death treats attached to them, and he sighed.

"Why the hell did they send these assholes here?" he grumbled as he closed the files and a knock on the door made him look up. The door opened as his assistant. Jerry Lake, looked at him then Jerry looked back at someone behind him. "What is it?"

"There is a priest here," Jerry said.

"Did someone die?!" he asked as he stood up and he prayed one of the Saints hadn't died during the night.

"No. He says he's here to see them."

"The Saints?"

"Yeah."

"Did he pass security?"

"Yeah. He's clean."

"Send him in."

Jerry nodded while he stood back and Jenkins watched Sibeal walked in the room. He scanned Sibeal with his eyes as Sibeal stopped in front of the desk and Jenkins arched an eyebrow.

"Hello," Henry said with a nod.

"Good afternoon," Sibeal said.

"If you don't mind me asking…. Why you're here? I was not informed of any services being performed today."

"I am not here t'do a service. I am here t'see my nephews."

"Your…nephews?"

"Aye. Connor an' Murphy MacManus."

"The Saints are your nephews?" he asked with a suspicious look.

"I jus' said that."

"I didn't know they had any family here in Boston."

"Well. Now you do. May I see them?"

Something about Sibeal sent red flags into his mind as Jenkins looked at him and Jenkins' eyes became tight slits.

"I am sorry, Father. Until I get confirmation about your relationship with the Saints, I am afraid I cannot allow you to see them," Henry said.

"Not even t'give them some spiritual comfort?"

"I am afraid not."

"By denyin' it, you are at risk of condemnin' their souls t'eternal damnation."

"Their souls are already damned."

Sibeal glared at him as Jenkins sat straighter then Sibeal placed the palms of his hands on the desk while he leaned closer.

"Imagine what will happen if I tell th'press about this. Not only will yer career be over, but it will be your soul which will be damned," Sibeal said with a growl. Jenkins had been threatened before, but there was something terrifying about how Sibeal was looking at him and Jenkins swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Again. Until I get confirmation, I cannot allow you to see them." Henry said.

"Then you leave me no choice," Sibeal said as he stood straighter.

"If you will allow me to continue," he said and Sibeal nodded. Jenkins knew he had to think of something quick when the information about Romeo clicked in his head and he gave Sibeal a sad look. "The other reason I cannot allow you to see them is because one of the Saints is in a coma."

Sibeal felt like someone had hit him in the chest. He sat down hard in the chair behind him and Jenkins saw worry in Sibeal's eyes.

"That can't be. From what I've heard, both of them were conscious when they were captured by th'FBI," Sibeal said.

"I am afraid you were misinformed."

"I…see," he said as he felt his heart squeezing slightly in his chest. "Which… Which one of th'Saints is in a coma?"

Again, Jenkins had to think fast when he saw Murphy's photo sticking out of the file folder and he hoped Sibeal didn't see him sliding the photo back into the file folder.

"It's Murphy MacManus," Henry said. He noticed the look on Sibeal's face as he sat up a little straighter and Sibeal cleared his throat.

"Why is he here an' not in a hospital?" Sibeal asked.

"The FBI agent who contacted me said they couldn't take him to a hospital due to the risk of the other Saint running off or going on a killing spree if he died."

"Aye, I can see that happenin'. Those two have a very strong bond. If one dies, the other would be inconsolable."

"I am sorry."

"I still wish t'see them."

The pain in Sibeal's eyes started to eat away at his soul as Jenkins sighed then he stood, walked around to the front of the desk and Sibeal looked at him.

"Let's go," Henry said.

Sibeal stood as they headed for the door when Sibeal stopped and Jenkins looked at him.

"Do they at least have their rosaries?" Sibeal asked.

"No. We took them."

"What did you do with th'rosaries?"

"They're in the storeroom."

"Please send someone t'fetch th'rosaries."

Nodding, Jenkins opened the door as they left the room and Jenkins told one of the guards to go get Connor and Murphy's rosaries.

In the infirmary, the guard stood at the door while he looked over at the three men lying on the hospital beds and his right hand was hovering over the handle of the gun in the holster on his right hip.

He remembered the first time he had read the articles about the Saints. He wasn't sure how he felt about what they did, but he did consider them heroes.

"You ok over there, Mike?" Connor MacManus asked and the guard looked at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mike Ryder said.

"Any idea when they're gonna feed us?"

"Lunch's not for another hour."

"But we're hungry now," Murphy MacManus grumbled as he pouted. Even though it had been a month since their arrest, both of them were still bandaged up and Murphy lightly scratched the stitches in his right shoulder.

"Told you to eat your breakfast, Murph," Mike said with a grin.

"You call that shit food?!"

"Hey… You think you guys are the only ones who have shit to eat? The crap we get isn't good enough to feed a starving dog."

"Someone needs t'do summat about it," Connor said, lightly scratching the stitches in his right shoulder.

"Yeah. Our union rep is looking into it."

Mike became silent as the doors opened and Jenkins and Sibeal entered the room. Connor glanced over at them when he looked at his twin and Murphy titled his head to one side.

"What th'hell is Uncle Sibeal doin' here?" Connor asked in French.

"How th'fuck should I know?" Murphy answered back.

They watched Jenkins and Sibeal walking by the bed where Romeo was sleeping and Sibeal stopped to do a silent prayer. Jenkins cleared his throat as Sibeal nodded and the twins watched Sibeal go to stand between their beds.

Sibeal looked them over with his eyes and he noticed the scars on Connor's wrists, the bandage covering the bullet wound on Connor's right shoulder and the bandage wrapped around Connor's lower chest and stomach. Sibeal then looked at the scar from the bullet wound on Murphy's left arm above his elbow, the bandage covering the bullet wound on Murphy's right shoulder, the bandage covering the bullet wound on Murphy's left calf and the bandage wrapped around Murphy's lower chest, right shoulder and stomach.

"Dammit, Noah. Look at what this damn callin' has done t'yer sons," Sibeal thought then sighed and he folded his hands in front of him. The twins could see their rosary beads wrapped around his fingers and Sibeal blinked his eyes a few times.

"It appears you've lied t'me," Sibeal said as he looked at Jenkins. "Both of them are awake."

"Why wouldn't we be awake?" Connor asked.

"He told me Murphy was in a coma," Sibeal said as he looked at Murphy.

"Why would he tell you that?" Murphy asked.

"I was just… Just thinking about your safety," Henry said.

"What did you think he was gonna do!? Holy Water us t'death!?" Connor asked and Murphy winced as he snorted a laugh.

"Boys," Sibeal warned and the twins lowered their heads.

"Look…. I really need you to go," Henry said and Connor glared at him.

"He hasn't heard our confessions yet," Connor said.

"I also haven't given them these," Sibeal said as he held up the rosaries. "Or are you still denyin' them any spiritual comfort?"

"Aye, are you?" Murphy asked, arching his eyebrows up.

"Go on," Henry said. Sibeal moved toward Connor as Connor watched him unwrap one of the rosaries and the wooden cross dangled down from the beads.

"That's not mine, Father," Connor said, glancing at Murphy.

"Oh," Sibeal said as he turned to look at Murphy and Murphy smiled. Sibeal helped him slide the rosary around his neck while Murphy nodded and Sibel unwrapped the other rosary from his fingers. He helped Connor slide the rosary around his neck and Connor lightly nodded his head.

"Do you have anythin' t'confess?" Sibeal asked.

"There are a few things," Murphy said as he looked at Jenkins. "But only in private."

"My brudder's right. What we have t'say should only be between us," Connor said.

"I can't do that," Henry said.

"Then you are interferrin' with th'rights of confession," Murphy said.

"Aye, you are," Connor agreed.

Jenkins felt the blood pounded in his ears as he sighed and he slowly walked to Mike. Mike tried hard not to smile over how Connor and Murphy controlled the situation and Jenkins looked at the twins and Sibeal.

Sibeal looked at his nephews as a flash of them as small boys moved through his mind and he felt a cold ball of ice forming in his chest.

"So, Uncle, were you able t'get hold of Da's body?" Connor asked.

"Aye, I was," Sibeal said with a nod.

"How did you know if it's really his body?" Murphy asked.

"I am havin' tests done t'make sure it really is his body."

"Is th'FBI doin' th'tests or did you send th'tests t'a private lab?" Connor asked.

"I sent them t'a private lab."

"Ma must've had a fit when she found out what happened," Murphy said with a sigh. The thought of her hearing about their father's death made his chest hurt and he lightly shook his head.

"She was rather…moody when I called her."

"You didn't tell her we were involved, did you?" Connor asked.

"Aye, I did."

"Oh great," Murphy said with a roll of his eyes.

"You didn't tell her about th'rest of it, right?" Connor asked.

"I had to. She venomously told me I had t'get yer asses outta here or she'll remove my balls with a rusty clever," Sibeal said.

Murphy looked at Connor then they broke out laughing and Sibeal smiled. Both of them moaned afterwards as Connor shook his head and Murphy wiped the tears out of his eyes on the back of his right hand.

"Ow. That fuckin' hurt," Connor said.

"Do you want me t'get th'doctor?" Sibeal asked.

"Nah," Murphy said while Connor looked over at Romeo and Sibeal followed his gaze.

"Is he a friend of yers?" Sibeal asked.

"Aye," Connor said when he told him about Romeo and Sibeal sighed.

"Have th'doctors said if he's goin' t'wake up?"

"They keep sayin' it's up t'him," Murphy said and Sibeal saw the guilt in his nephew's eyes.

"Easy, Lad. You're not t'blame fer all this."

"How are we not t'blame!? Rocco. Romeo. Greenly. That fuckin' cat. Da. They're all dead because of us!"

"Is everything alright over there?" Henry asked.

"Aye, we're fine," Sibeal said and Connor slowly got out of bed.

"Connor, get back in bed," Mike said and Jenkins watched him slowly lift the gun out of the holster.

"Jus' gonna stand next t'Murph." Connor explained and Mike placed the gun back in the holster. Connor slowly walked to the bed while Murphy looked at him and Connor locked eyes with his twin. Sibeal watched as Murphy started calming down and Connor smiled. "Feelin' better?"

"Aye," Murphy said with a nod then he looked at Sibeal. "Sorry."

"No. I am glad you are feelin' remorse over what happened. An' t'answer yer question, you are not t'blame. That rests on yer da," Sibeal and they gave him a stunned look.

"How can you say that!? He was yer brudder," Connor said.

"You're right. He was. Then he got th'callin'. He wouldn't listen t'anything Louie or I said. Even when I told him that what he was doin' wasn't gonna bring our da back."

"No offense, Uncle. But was it really th'Roman who betrayed him?" Murphy asked.

"None taken. Aye, it was Louie."

"Why didn't you stop him?" Connor asked.

"Do you mean th'Roman or yer da?"

"Either one."

"I tried," Sibeal said with a sigh. "I really tired. Louie told me he was th'only one who could stop yer da. And I reminded yer da about yer ma an' you two. I told him time an' again he was goin' t'lose everythin' if he kept on doin' what he was doin'. But, like th'two of you, he is…was…a stubborn son of a bitch."

Connor nodded while Murphy looked at a spot on the ceiling then he looked at Sibeal.

"Did you know?" Murphy asked.

"What are you talkin' about?" Connor asked with a confused look on his face.

"Da was sick."

"How do you know?"

"One night, I woke up an' I heard him coughin'. I got up then I opened th'bedroom door. He was sittin' at the table with a bottle of whisky an' he was lookin' at th'hankerchief in his hand. He saw me. I asked him what was wrong. He said he was fine, but I knew he wasn't. When I sat down next t'him, I saw th'blood on th'handkerchief. That's when he told me th'truth."

"What was wrong with him?"

"He had lung cancer."

Connor felt like Murphy had kicked him in the chest. He leaned against the wall while rubbing his face with his hand then he looked up at the ceiling.

"Shit. Now I remember. I caught him nearly coughin' his lungs out when he was in th'barn. I asked him if he was alright. He said he was, but I didn't believe him. That's when he told me. I didn't wanna believe it. I asked him if there was anythin' I could do an' he said no."

"When did you find out?" Murphy asked while he looked at Sibeal.

"He told me before he left t'come here," Sibeal said.

"You mean when he came here t'kill us?"

"No. It was shortly before you two came back from th'barn."

"What were we supposed t'do after he died?" Connor asked.

"We wouldn't be able t'do shit. He'd take over lookin' after us," Murphy said with a nod of his head toward Sibeal.

"He's right. The last thing yer da wanted was fer me t'keep an eye on you," Sibeal said.

"We can look after ourselves," Connor said.

"That's not what he means. He means we wouldn't be allowed t'continue what we were doin' eight years ago," Murphy explained and Connor frowned.

"But we were called."

"An' he's hangin' up."

"Boys, please, you have t'understand," Sibeal said, but he went silent from the cold look they were giving him.

"I don't think we're gonna need you lookin' after us now that we're in here," Connor said with a cold tone.

"But…. If you are thinkin' of getting' us outta here….," Murphy said while Connor helped him sit up. "Romeo goes with us."

"Why?" Sibeal asked.

"He was there when we took down th'Roman," Connor said.

"I was told that you had help, but…."

"It's either th'three of us or you might have t'arrange another burial," Murphy said.

"What does that mean?"

"He means we've made some enemies. Really powerful ones. That's why th'warden's so paranoid about our safety. He knows it wouldn't be that hard fer someone t'sneak someone in t'kill us or have someone in here do th'job. That's one of th'reasons why Da was kept in solitary. They were protectin' th'other prisoners from him and him from everyone else," Connor said.

Sibeal looked at them when he sighed, turned then he walked to Jenkins. Jenkins looked at the twins then at Sibeal as he nodded and Jenkins led him out of the room,

After he was escorted out of the gate, Sibeal opened the door to the black car when he took a look at the prison, sighed and he got into the car.

Safe Haven

"Well?" Paul asked after the door opened and Sibeal and Eunice walked in the room. Sibeal walked to the desk when he sat down and Smecker saw the sad look on his face. "What happened?"

"I was able t'see th'warden," Sibeal said.

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say much, but I feel he didn't believe I was their uncle."

"That make sense."

"Were you allowed to see the Saints?" Eunice asked.

Sibeal looked at Smecker as he felt the same red flags Jenkins felt. The sense there was something wrong. He thought for a few seconds then he sighed and he half-lowered his eyelids. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he sent a silent prayer for forgiveness then he sat up a little straighter.

"Aye, I was. But not before I was told some startlin' news."

"What sort of news?" Paul asked.

"It appears one of the Saints is in a coma."

"Bullshit! Both of them were conscious when the FBI arrested them!"

"One of them wasn't."

"Which one?" Eunice asked.

"It was Murphy."

"Shit," Paul whispered.

"If he really is in a coma, why wasn't he taken to a hospital?" Eunice asked.

"Th'warden said the FBI agent who arrested them told him they couldn't take him to th'hospital due to th'risk of Connor runnin' off or goin' on a killin' spree if Murphy dies," Sibeal explained.

"And they thought placing them in a prison filled with members of the Yakavetta mob was a better alternative?!" Paul asked while he raised his hands.

"Did the warden say when Murphy'll wake up?" Eunice asked.

"Connor told me th'doctors said it's up t'Murphy," Sibeal said.

"Have you spoken with their doctor? Maybe they could do something," Paul said.

"No, I never got t'talk with him,"

"Then how do we know Murphy's really in a coma?"

"I saw Murphy. He was hooked up t'machines and…"

"They could have just knocked him out. Faked it."

"Smecker…," Eunice said with a sigh.

"We need to get them out of there! Now!" Paul said while he stood and he slammed the palms of his hands on the top of the desk.

"Be reasonable. We can't do shit until Murphy wakes up or he is stable enough to be moved."

"I am being reasonable!"

"I need t'tell you one more thing. Connor did make one request if we were goin' t'break them out," Sibeal said.

"What request?"

"Agent Bloom, do you remember a young man named "Romeo"?" Sibeal asked as he looked at Eunice.

"Yes. He was working with them," Eunice said with a grin. "He's quite a character."

"What does he have to do with any of this?" Paul asked.

"We need t'break him outta prison as well as the Saints," Sibeal said,

"No!"

"It's either all three of them or no deal."

"Are those your words or Connor's?"

"Connor's."

Smecker knew he was good at detecting when someone was bullshitting him, but something told him Sibeal was telling the truth. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he thought for a few seconds then he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine," Paul said and Sibeal nodded before he stood then he left the room. Eunice followed Sibeal while Smecker sank down into the chair, sighed, placed his head in his hands and he scraped his fingers through his hair.

Hoag Maximum Security Prison

Connor sat against the pillows while he watched the guard helping Murphy get into bed after he aided Murphy with going to the bathroom. He moved the wheelchair back as the guard looked at Connor and Connor noticed how tired Murphy looked. The guard checked the bandage around Murphy's left calf when he nodded to Murphy and Murphy sighed. Whenever Murphy tried to stand up or walk, his calf started bleeding and they had to rebandage his calf afterwards.

"You sure you don't need to go?" Jeff Barker asked, looking at Connor.

"Nah, Jeff. I'm good," Connor said. They watched Jeff steer the wheelchair to the door as Jeff returned to his post and Connor glanced over at Murphy. "Are you ok?"

"Aye," Murphy said.

"We shouldn't have been short with Uncle."

"Aye."

"Do you really think he can get us outta here?"

"I don't see th'point. We've already escaped from prison."

"What are you talkin' about?" Connor asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm talkin' about where Da took us. We spent eight years on that fuckin' farm."

"You're comparin' that t'this?"

"Th'only difference is we're not covered in sheep shit an' we might be able t'be around other people at some point."

"People who wanna kill us."

"That's better than nothin'."

"Sorry, Guys. You're going to have to be quiet now," Jeff said as he watched Connor carefully going onto his back and Jeff turned the lights off. The only light came from the window as Connor looked over at Murphy and Murphy looked at the ceiling. He could feel the anger, fear and frustration coming off his twin as Connor placed his hands on his chest and he blinked.

"Night, Murph," Connor said.

"Night, Con," Murphy said and the room became quiet as they closed their eyes then they soon drifted off the sleep.