Outside that arms dealers place Connor looks at me "What's the plan for getting in?"

"Just follow my lead and you guys can think of the rest." I tell him

"We'll go through the air vents. Surprise attack" Murphy says decisively

I shake my head and skip down the step "You two have watched one to many action movies but we'll do it your way"

"What time is it?" Connor asks

I shake my sleeve back "8ish. Plenty of time to get to the hotel and do this"

That's what we do. We walk through the centre of Boston with duffle bags full of weapons. My head automatically goes up, my shoulders hitch back and my back straightens as we approach the hotel. The boys follow silently as I head down the side steps of the hotel and into the staff entrance and straight to the service elevator.

"What was that about?" Connor asks

I shrug "I can't help it. It's an automatic thing when I'm around rich people. They don't tend to bother ye if ye walk like ye could squash their social existence like a bug"

Murphy is uncharacteristically quiet "You nervous?" Connor asks him

"A bit." Murphy answers with a nod

"Myself as well." Connor says "Rhi?"

"Nervous? I'm terrified." I let out a huff of breath and jog on the spot a little "Shake it off."

Connor stops the lift. Both boys take off their jackets and start pulling shit out of the duffle bag and then shrug their jackets back on and ropes around their shoulders. I lean down and pull the hand guns out of my bag and attach silencers before grabbing the flashlights, zipping up the bag and standing straight. Murphy leans over to me and zips down my jacket.

I move back a little "What are you doing?" I ask

Connor shushes me and zips up both his and Murphy's bags after pulling out three woollen ski masks. I open my mouth to snap at him but both boys are on their knees in front of me and say a prayer. I remain silent and just watch. They stretch out one hand each and touch one side of my hips before leaning forward and pressing their lips to my bare stomach gently and stay there for a good few seconds. I look down shocked. What are they doing? I smile and I reach my hands out and stroke their hair.

They stand. Connor grabs the masks off the floor and places one over my head gently and tucks my hair into it. "That was for luck" He says while handing another mask to Murphy.

Murphy nods in agreement. Murphy gets down on one knee and knits his fingers together. Connor steps onto Murphy's fingers and Murphy boosts Connor up into the elevator shaft.

"You next, Rhi" Murphy says.

I nod and walk over to him and place my foot into his hands and reach up to Connor's outstretched hand. Murphy boosts me up into Connor's arms who pulls me on top of the lift with ease. Then helps Murphy up.

"I told you there would be a shaft." Connor says

"Just like on television." Murphy says.

"Guys! This is not TV, this is real life" I snap at them.

"You go in first" Connor says to me.

"Why?" I ask

"'Cause we wanna watch your arse in those trousers" Murphy says and grabs my ass.

"Oh!" I gasp and jump forward.

"Alright, I'll go." I say, I turn on my flashlight and climb into the vent that Connor just freed "The things I do for you two"

"There it is" Connor says cheekily and slaps my ass

I propel forward a little "Oh!" I look back at Connor with a grin "I kind of liked that"

"You hear that Murph? Our girl is into all kinds of kinky shit" Connor says, nudging a grinning Murphy.

I giggle "You never know, those ropes might have a use after all." I say and start crawling through the vents.

I hear no movement behind me "Come on then" I whisper

Both boys clamber through the vent at the same time. "Which way?" I ask

"Left" Connor says.

I turn left and keep going. "Connor?" I whisper.

"Ah fuck" He mutters.

"What?" I hiss.

"Keep going" He says.

I sigh and keep crawling. "Wait, wait" Connor hiss at me

I look over my shoulder and see him turn back. "Where the fuck are you goin'?" Murphy whispers impatiently

"I fuckin' hear some shit out here." Connor whispers

"Fuck you. I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' your fuckin' rope around. It must weigh 30 pounds." Murphy snaps.

"We are doin' some serious shit here. Now, get a fuckin' hold of yourself!" Connor snaps.

I sigh and turn to face their backs.

"Oh, fuck you! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's gettin' us fuckin' lost." Murphy snaps back

"Would you fuckin' shut it!" Connor says and hits Murphy on the head with his flashlight.

I sigh and lower my head, oh for fuck sake. It's like travelling with children! Murphy hits Connor back and they start fighting and both get all tied up in the rope. The whole vent shakes dangerously.

"Both of you stop it!" I hiss as loudly as I dare.

The vent shows signs of breaking "Jesus fuckin' Christ" Connor says

"Oh, shit!" Murphy says and the vent collapses under them.

I gasp as they fall through the roof and get completely tangled up in the rope. I crawl to the gap and watch nervously as the boys pull out their guns while upside down and start shooting. I pull the mask off my head and I flatten myself on my stomach to watch. There are at least half a dozen guys in there from what I can see, there's probably more. Murphy pulls out his Rambo knife and cuts him and his brother down. They jump to their feet and pull the fat guy off the floor and hold a gun each to his head.

"And shepherds we shall be. For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. E nomini patri, et Fili e spiritu sancti." They both say at the exact same time then shoot.

They take out their rosaries and cross themselves. "Em, Hello! A little help!" I call down to them and shuffle to the edge of the broken duct.