"Can you see anythin'?" Murphy asked as he tried to see what was going on.
"Aye," Connor said as he watched the guards move Vincenzo into the cell.
Mike had heard them talking as he walked to Connor's cell and Connor slid his forearms back through the bars.
"Keep it down," Mike warned.
"Who is that guy?" Murphy asked.
"Don't know."
"I need t'ask you summat? I know you can lock the doors t'our cells if you have to. But, if we're in lockdown, how come th'door t'that cell isn't locked?" Connor asked, looking at the cell door.
"It had to be left unlocked due to the prisoner transfer."
"But you didn't know there was a new prisoner."
"The guys in security did. So, they hit the override button," Mike said and Connor and Murphy nodded. Mike walked back to the other cell and he stood in the doorway.
"How am I supposed to examine him if he's in there?" Oliver asked.
"Don't bother. I ain't staying here for very long," Vincenzo said.
"Want to bet on that?" the guard asked.
"My lawyer will have me outta here within the hour."
"Then I guess I'll go back to my office," Oliver said. He nodded his head toward the doorway and he and Wanda left the cell after Mike moved so they could walk by him. Mike and the guards left the cell as Vincenzo growled and he pulled on the chains.
"Hey! Aren't you going to let me outta this thing?!" Vincenzo shouted.
"Nope!" the guard said as they went to stand near the doorway. Mike looked at Vincenzo as Mike closed the cell door and the lock clicked into place.
"You can't do this!"
"Looks like they can!" Connor shouted and Murphy snorted a laugh.
"Guys…," Mark warned.
"Are you gonna let us out now?"
"No."
"Come on! We're hungry!" Murphy said.
"Hold on," Mike said, walking to the kitchen. Maggie had placed the plates and glasses on the trays as he watched her place them in the holder under the window and he opened the small, steel door. He picked up the first tray when he headed for Connor's cell then Mike placed the tray on the floor. He slid the tray to the slot under the cell door and Connor walked to the tray. Kneeling down, Connor picked up the tray when he went to sit on the bed and Mike headed back to the kitchen. Mike removed the second tray when he walked to Murphy's cell, placed the tray on the floor and he slid the tray to the slot under the cell door. Murphy knelt down as he picked up the tray then he walked to the bed, sitting down.
"Get me outta here!" came from the cell and Vincenzo tried to move, but the chains kept him in place.
"Shut it!" Connor shouted, taking a long sip of coffee.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
"Someone who will kick yer ass if you don't shut up!"
Vincenzo became quiet when he thought about the guard mentioning his cellmates and he frowned.
"All of you shut it," Mike said, walking to the cell and Vincenzo saw Mike had his right hand over the handle of the gun. They locked eyes and Vincenzo sighed.
"This is gonna be a long day," Murphy said, after finishing his lunch then he placed the tray under the small opening, walked to the bed, went onto his right side and he closed his eyes.
"Aye, it is," Connor said, placing the tray under the small opening, walked to the bed, going onto his left side and he closed his eyes. The quietness filled the room as Mike walked back to the doorway leading to the front door, stood next to the guards, turned and he could just see Vincenzo glaring at him.
An hour later, Connor snorted a breath of air after someone shook him and he blinked his eyes open. He was surprised to see Maggie kneeling next to the bed. She placed her finger against her lips when he sat up and she pointed to the security cameras. He noticed the red light was no longer lit. She headed out of the cell while he put on his socks and the snakeskin cowboy boots someone had sent him and he stood. He watched her unlock the door to Murphy's cell then he walked to his twin's cell.
Murphy gasped as his eyes snapped open after Maggie shook him and he looked at her. He could see Connor standing in the doorway and Connor shrugged. Murphy sat up as he placed on his socks and brown work boots someone sent him and he tucked the bunny slippers under his right arm. They followed Maggie out of the cell when Murphy saw Mike sleeping on the couch and the guards were sleeping on the floor.
"I drugged their coffee," Maggie whispered.
"What about that asshole they brought in?" Connor whispered.
"He fell asleep."
"How did you get in here?" Murphy whispered.
"This."
She held up a small, black box with a keypad and a display screen.
"It overrides the locking mechanism. Once I got the door to the kitchen open, I just walked around to the front of the building and came in through the front door," she explained and Connor and Murphy frowned.
"What about th'security cameras?" Murphy asked.
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"Where did you get th'keys t'our cells?" Connor whispered.
"Will you stop asking questions and move?!" she whispered and they heard the small growl in her voice. They headed for the iron door to the yard when she pushed on the push bar and the door opened. Murphy and Connor looked at each other, had a silent conversation then nodded and they followed her outside.
Just as the iron door closed, the front door slammed open as several men dressed in black body armor and riot helmets burst through the door and Vincenzo snorted awake.
"In here!" Vincenzo shouted as Mike and the guards woke and they rose to their feet.
"What the hell?" Mike growled. Mike and the guards removed their weapons from their holsters when they opened fire and the men fired back.
Vincenzo watched one of the men head for the cell when he noticed the man was aiming the rifle at him and he frowned.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Vincenzo demanded.
"What do you think I'm doing, Asshole?" the man asked.
"Wait! You can't do this!"
"Yeah, I can."
"Aren't you here to rescue me!?"
"No, I'm here to rescue them."
"Who the hell are you talking about?!"
"The Saints."
"The Saints?" he whispered. He had been at "Papa Joe" Yakavetta's trail. "Papa Joe" was his mother's brother and he was grooming Vincenzo to be one of his underbosses. Vincenzo was in the upper balcony when the Saints entered the room then they executed his uncle. Vincenzo glared at the man then he laughed.
"You can't harm me! This glass is bulletproof!" he shouted.
"It also has airholes," the man said, pulling the trigger. The world seemed to slow down as the bullet sailed through the air, headed for one of the small holes in the glass then the bullet slammed into Vincenzo's forehead. Blood splattered at the back of the glass as the man lowered the rifle then he walked to the other cell. He looked into the empty cell when he walked to the other cell and he saw the cell was also empty.
"What's the hold up?!" a voice asked and he turned to look at the figure standing in the doorway.
"Uh… They're not here, Sir," the man said.
The riot helmet fell to the floor with a loud thud after Smecker removed the riot helmet, walked to the cell, looked into the empty cell and he placed his hands on his hips
"Son of a bitch," Paul mumbled.
"Don't move!" came from behind him as he turned and he saw several people wearing black body armor and riot helmets and FBI was painted on the front of the armored vest. "Put your hands in the air!"
Sighing, Smecker slowly raised his hands and he barely shook his head.
Outside, Connor and Murphy were stunned when they saw the large hole in the fence, but they didn't hear the crackling sound.
"Well?!" Maggie said after she had walked through the large hole and she stood near the car.
"How did you do this?" Connor asked.
"The less you know the better. Now, let's go."
"I ain't goin' anywhere," Murphy said, walking to the cement table and he sat on the cement table.
"Me neither," Connor said, walking to him and sat beside him.
Maggie walked to the car when she opened the trunk lid, removed something, closed the trunk lid then she walked back to them.
"Then I guess you don't want these," she said as she held up their rosaries, their sunglasses and their black Navy pea coats.
"Where did you get those?!" Connor asked.
"Again. The less you know…"
"Fuck off," Murphy grumbled.
"Boys," Sibeal warned as he went to stand next to her. He was wearing black body armor and a riot helmet was in his right hand.
"Uncle!?" Connor asked.
"You better get a move on. He's gonna be out here any second."
"Who is!?"
"Smecker."
"He's dead," Murphy said.
"No, he's not."
Connor and Murphy looked at each other, had a silent conversation then they got up and they ran to the fence. They went through the hole in the fence and all of them headed for the car.
"Uh… Why aren't we usin' th'helecopter?" Murphy asked.
"I don't know how to fly a helicopter," Maggie said.
Maggie got into the car as Sibeal opened the back door and Connor and Murphy got in the car. He then got into the car and Maggie started the engine. The car headed down the road while Connor looked out the back window when he turned and he leaned back against the seat. Murphy was looking out the window while confusion and anger moved over Connor and he lightly nudged Murphy's right knee with his left knee.
"I guess I should explain what's goin' on," Sibeal said, turning in the seat to look at them.
"That would be nice," Connor said.
Sibeal looked at his nephews as the memory of the conversation he had with their father, Il Duce, before they came back to Boston moved through his mind and he sighed.
"You see… Yer father knew you two were not handlin' exile well. Th'memories of what you did… Of what happened… They had not brought you any sense of peace," Sibeal started then he paused.
"No, they didn't," Connor said.
"They were drivin' us nuts," Murphy added.
"He tried t'think of summat which would help you, but nothin' he thought of seemed t'work. He knew th'only thing which would make you happy is fer you t'go back an' do what you were called t'do," Sibeal said.
"Are you sayin' Da would have said yes if we told him we wanted t'leave?" Murphy asked.
"Aye, but…," he said then he paused again. "What you boys have t'understand is yer da an' th'Roman. They were… They were not well."
"Da was fine," Connor said.
"No, he wasn't."
"What was wrong with him?" Murphy asked.
"He told me he was diagnosed with cancer."
The stunned look on their faces hurt his heart as Connor blinked his eyes a few times and Murphy pressed his lips into a thin line.
"What was wrong with th'Roman?" Connor asked.
"His heart was failin'," Sibeal said, pausing again. "I had gotten word from him about it an' his final wish was t'see yer da one last time."
"An' Da's idea was fer us t'go with him t'act as backup?" Murphy asked.
"That was th'original plan."
"But Concezio Yakavetta killed our priest," Connor said.
"Aye," he said with a nod. "Yer da knew you would rather avenge th'priest then help him out. So, he told you about that instead of tellin' you th'truth."
Maggie felt like she was intruding. She lightly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she glanced at the rearview mirror and she saw the sadness, confusion and anger on their faces.
"Do you think th'Roman told th;FBI that Da was gonna be there?" Murphy asked.
"I'm sure he did," Sibeal said.
"He knew Da would have wanted a final showdown instead of dyin' in a hospital," Connor said.
"Aye."
"That would explain why there were no guards at th'Roman's place," Murphy said.
"But we didn't know that," Connor said.
"Aye, we thought those FBI eejits were th'guards."
"Th'question now is where does Smecker fit in t'all this?"
"He wants you two t'work fer him," Sibeal said.
"So, he decided t'break us outta prison?" Murphy asked.
"Aye, he did."
"How did you find out about Smecker?" Connor asked.
"Th'Roman. He had some run ins with Smecker over th'years. He was able t'find out where Smecker was an' he told me how to get in contact with him if I needed to," Sibeal said and they gave him a blank look. "When Smecker found out about you being taken into custody, he came up with a plan t'get you out of prison. Only summat happened t'change his plans."
"Are you talkin' about our new cellmate?" Murphy asked and Sibeal nodded.
"Do you know who it was?" Connor asked.
"It was Vincenzo Yakavetta," Sibeal said. "He was Papa Joe Yakavetta's nephew."
"Do you think he was sent there t'kill us?"
"Aye, I think he was."
"Who did you think sent him?"
"My best guess? It was th'Governor."
"Then I was right. They wanted us dead so they didn't have t'do a trial."
"What I don't get is why you two decided we weren't gonna work fer him," Murphy said.
"It wasn't jus' th'two of us."
"Who else was involved?" Connor asked.
"Agent Eunice Bloom."
"Why would she do that?" Murphy asked.
"It was her way of payin' you back fer messin' things up."
"Christ," Connor whispered.
"Lord's name." Murphy said and Connor nodded. Connor looked out of the window when he sighed and he shook his head. He looked down at the black Navy pea coats, sunglasses and the rosaries sitting on the floor by their feet then he looked up at Maggie.
"Stop th'car," Connor said, lightly tapping Maggie's right shoulder.
"Why?" Maggie said.
"Stop th'fuckin' car!"
Maggie pulled the car onto the side of the road when she turned the engine off and they got out of the car. She and Sibeal watched Connor and Murphy get into the car when she tapped on the window and Connor pushed the button to lower the window after he started the engine.
"Did you see that I put your stuff in the back of the car?" she asked and he nodded. "Now, just so you know, there is money, untraceable credit cards and some burner cellphones in the glove compartment."
"Thanks," Connor said.
She stood back as Connor steered the car onto the road and they watched the car speed away. Maggie saw Sibeal was looking back down the road from where they came and she sighed, folding her arms under her breasts.
Hoag Maximum Security Prison
Smecker frowned when Maxwell walked in the room and Maxwell looked at the bodies lying on the floor. He walked to the cell when he looked at Vincenzo, turned and he walked to Smecker.
"Do you have any idea what I am going to have to do to clean this up?!" Jeffrey demanded, locking eyes with Smecker.
"Like you're really upset," Paul said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Look…"
"No! You look! This was a sanctioned extraction! Those men you had locked away in here were…!"
"I know full well who they were."
"Which is why you allowed for that asshole to be put in here!" he said as he pointed toward Vincenzo. "Did you know he was sent here to kill them!?"
Maxwell glared at him as Smecker grinned, rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Of course, you did. As did the Governor."
"And that gave you the right to come in here and shoot up the place?!"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to call the Governor the moment I get back to my office!"
"You do that," Paul said as he patted Maxwell's cheek then he walked to the FBI agents. He noticed the cold look in their eyes and Smecker frowned. "Get out of my way."
"Sorry. They can't do that," Eunice said as she walked in the room and he gave her a confused look.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're under arrest."
"For what!?"
"For the death of the Saints."
"What?!"
"Take him away," she said as she looked at the agents.
"Why are they listening to you?! You're no longer FBI!"
"I made a deal. My reinstatement for you."
"And you really think they're going to believe I did all this?!"
"Yep."
He heard the truth in her voice and Smecker glared at her. She watched as the agents handcuffed Smecker, surrounded him with some of the agents pointing their guns at him then they them walk away.
"Where do you think they went?" Jeffrey asked, walking to her.
"You mean the Saints?"
"Yeah."
"I'd be more worried about what's going to happen to you once the press gets hold of what really happened to them."
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see," she said as she headed for the door and he felt the sweat rolling down his neck.
"Shit," he whispered and he scanned the room with his eyes before he left the room.
Boston - McGinty's
After ditching the car, Connor and Murphy were careful while they walked down the sidewalk and Connor pulled up the collar of the black Navy pea coat.
"You sure we should do this?" Murphy asked.
"It's only fer one night," Connor said.
They walked by the buildings when they saw a familiar sign and McGinty's shimmered in a soft red light.
Inside the bar, Doc watched the crowd while the music played and the sounds of laughter, talking and shouting filled the air. He glanced at the two empty barstools. Connor and Murphy usually sat there and Doc had yelled at anyone who tried to sit on the barstools.
"Assholes. All of 'em. Shit," Doc whispered. He walked to the door to the backroom when he heard a soft knock on the delivery door and he frowned.
"Doc, open the door" Connor's voice said.
"Blessed Saints," Doc said, walking to the door. He unlocked the door when he opened the door and Connor and Murphy smiled at him. "Get in here."
Connor and Murphy quickly walked inside as Doc closed the door, but not before checking to see if anyone was around.
"Sorry t'bother you…," Connor said, but Doc waved his right hand in dismissal.
"You two are never a bother," Doc said.
"Thanks," Murphy said.
"Now, get upstairs," he said, pointing to the staircase which led up to the old storage room. Nodding, they quickly went upstairs and Connor was surprised when he found the door unlocked.
"Hold on. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Murphy asked.
"Why wouldn't it?" Connor asked.
"I just… I just don't want him t'get hurt. He's been… He's been th'only da we've known."
"I agree."
"Then let's go."
Connor knew his twin was right.
They headed back down the stairs when they headed for the door, but stopped when they heard someone clearing their throat. Turning, they saw Doc and the regulars standing there and Doc had tears in his eyes.
"Goin' somewhere?" one of the guys asked.
"Aye. We don't wanna cause any trouble," Connor said.
"Bullshit," one of the other guys said.
"Yeah. You were always causing some sort of trouble," one of the other men said and laughter filled the air.
"You sure you wanna leave?" Doc asked, blinking the tears out his eyes.
"We have to," Murphy said.
"We don't want you t'get hurt if someone comes after us," Connor said.
"Then go with God."
Nodding, Connor opened the door and they left. The door closed behind them as they stood in the dark alleyway and they locked eyes. They placed their hands in the pockets of the black Navy pea coats and they started walking.
Later that night - the Blue River Motel
The soft hum from the motel sign came from behind the glass as the pink and blue light filled the room and Connor was looking up at the ceiling. Murphy was on the other bed as he looked at the wall and he blinked his eyes a few times.
"You awake?" Connor asked, glancing over at the bed.
"Kinda hard t'sleep with that fuckin' hummin'," Murphy said as he looked over at the pink and blue light.
"Better than Da's snorin'."
"Hey. No speakin' ill of th'dead."
"I wasn't."
"But you are right. It was loud."
Connor smiled as Murphy made a soft hissing giggle then he rolled onto his back.
"Do you have any idea what we're gonna do now?" Murphy asked.
"The first thing we need t'do is get outta Boston."
"How? They must have th'bus stations, airport an' th'docks surrounded with cops by now."
"We could find a car."
"There are a few in th'parkin' lot."
"I saw one or two with th;keys in 'em."
They became quiet as Connor looked at the ceiling and he thought about their father had said.
"Do you…? Do you still have th'constitution t'keep goin'?" Connor asked. "Do you still have faith?"
"Are you talkin' t'me or t'yerself?" Murphy asked.
"I guess both."
Murphy looked at the ceiling while he listened to the soft humming sound and he placed his hands behind his head.
"Would you think less of me if I said no?" Murphy asked.
"Would you think less of me?" Connor asked.
"No."
"Then, no, I don't think less of you."
Murphy and Connor watched the lights blinking on the ceiling when they heard the soft sound of heavenly singing and music and they sat up. A powerful voice spoke as what felt like rain fell over them and they arched their heads back. A familiar feeling filled them as the singing and music grew louder and they were breathing hard and fast. A sense of dread moved through them as they looked at each other and they wiped the water out of their eyes.
"I can't believe this," Connor said.
"Neither can I," Murphy said.
"I don't know about you, but I'm scared shitless."
"Me, too. What do we do now?"
"I've got no clue," Connor said as he went onto his back. Both of them watched the blue and pink lights as both of them held the crosses at the end of the roseries tightly in their hands and their hands were shaking.