Even the Best Laid Plans
"Fuckin' cunt!" Finn Cooley slammed his glass down on the table, before throwing it to the wall and over turning the table. "Now the fucka's have Jade too!" He was doubly angry, his nephew and his former lover, his assassin, were in the possession of the two Brits and the Punisher. "Fuck!"
Michael stood silently, he wasn't fond of Peter or Jade, never had been. He sat bad, knowing that, despite his dislike of Jade, her being in the hands of the British agents, was dangerous. He knew that she held no loyalty accept to God, the Irish Republic and herself, even Finn wasn't safe, especially if the reason they had her had anything to do with his dim witted nephew.
"We're fucked!" Finn continued to rant. "We've gotta get ta Canada an' back ta Ireland... We gotta get out now."
"An' 'ow do ya suppose we do that? Ya've got a notable face, Finn."
"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed in the face of his supposed friend. "Ah dun care 'ow you do it, git me outta 'ere!"
"Why should Ah be tha one to do tha work?"
"Cause Ah told ya to!" he screamed, hurling the table once more, this time toward his friend. "Get meh otta 'ere!" he shouted once more.
"Calm the fuck down, Finn," Michael ordered. "We can' get out wi' ya screamin', an' wi' ya face like tha'. We need a plan."
"Michael..." Cooley sighed, slipping down into a soft chair, looking sad and broken. "Ya'll ways right, mah dear friend. Ah jus' can' believe Ah los' mah nephew an' mah bitch."
"We need a plan, Finn," he repeated, getting another two bottles of Guinness from the fridge. " It'll be easah ta get ya to Montreal, then jus' ta get a good Irish pilot." Michael began to think. He was a brilliant young man, especially considering his company. "Ah need ya to make a couple calls, ya name is gonna bring some big attention, some we wan', some we don't..."
"Ah undastand," Finn nodded, still reeling from the now double loss. It was as if he lost both his right and his left hands, along with the face he already lost.
"We'll get ta Ireland, dun ya worrah, Finn."
"Ya're a good friend, Michael."