Manhattan Micks
Jade got into the Lincoln and took off the hat and sunglasses.
"Ya look like ya in yer fif'ies," Finn said, starring at the woman who climbed in beside him.
"Ah'll be more than 'appy if'n Ah look this good when Ah'm fifty," Jade said with a smile. She met Michael with a cold stare as she caught him watching her in the rearview mirror. "This betta' be good. Ah had ta pass th' Punisher to get 'ere." She finally said to Finn, settling into the corner of the spacious Town Car.
"T'is, lass; they've got Petah," Finn said, looking out the window with his chin resting on his hand. Jade didn't ask how he had lost the plexiglass mask that kept his flesh to his face, she'd rather not know. His eyes looked sad, she knew how much family meant to a lot of the Irish boys, and Finn was just one of those boys to whom family meant more than most. "Ah think they're gonna kill 'im. The bloke 'o's fatha 'e killed is wi' Frank an' Ah know 'e's gonna wan' vengeance..."
Jade looked at the man from her corner and felt little. Peter was never a favoured boy by Jade, inspite of their proximity in age they always ran with different crowds. "What do you want me to do?" she asked in the American accent which was becoming more comfortable to put on and take off when she needed to.
"Jus' know tha' ya migh' be in danga'... If Petah tells ya secrete coul' be blown," Finn told her and his obvious intention was betrayed. He still held feelings for the woman sitting in the backseat with him. "Mayba' ya shoul' go back ta Irelan'..."
"Ya 'ired meh ta do a job, Ah'll git i' done. Petah 'as no idea wha' Ah'm doin' ta git close ta Castle, an' neitha do you..." she reminded him bluntly. This was the exact reason why she had kept her plan secrete.
"Ya always were a cleva' one, 'aven't ya been?" Finn looked at her and she shook her head, putting the sunglasses back on.
"Finn, ya lookin' a' me fer somethin' ya coulda got years ago," she put her hat back on and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears. "Is' too late now."
With that said she got out of the car, taking one more look at Finn. "Petah'll be okay, trus' meh. An' as fer me, Finn, Ah can take care o' maself..." She closed the door and headed back to her apartment, two blocks north and one block west of where the car was parked.
As she walked away from the car and it started to pull away, Andy, who had been taking his own break from Yorkkie and Frank's reminiscing about Vietnam. He had seen Finn Cooley sitting in the car, and his associate Michael was at the helm. Something was up because they had no reason to think, or know, that the two British agents and the Punisher were hiding out in a warehouse near with Finn's nephew in their clutches. When the woman climbed into the car, Andy knew that they had no clue, that this was a meeting. He would have to tell Yorkkie and Frank as soon as he got back to the warehouse, but first...
Andy followed the girl as discretely as he could, trying to make sure she didn't notice she was being followed. In a city the size of New York, you'd think that would be an easy task, but unfortunately for Andy, this woman seemed to be watching for just that sort of thing, every few moments she would look over her shoulder. Finally she disappeared into one of the tenements that was close to the warehouse Frank and Yorkkie were torturing Peter at.
Thi' can't be good, Andy thought. The woman was in close contact with Finn, and in close proximity to them. She had to know that he was being held near by... God Damn Yank's gonna get us killed... He cursed as he began to run towards the warehouse. He had to tell Frank, and fast.