Okay. Firstly, to all who reviewed the first chapter and encouraged me to continue, ten-thousand thank-you's! It's getting harder and harder to find time to write now that the real, grown-up world is fast approaching and all my attention is focused on trying to graduate college.

Secondly, I really have no excuses. This second chapter should not have taken as long as it did to update. I was going through my STORIES folder on my computer and found that I actually have a few chapters for this story completed. I had totally lost track of them and forgotten that I had even written anything past Chapter 1. You guys who may or may not be patiently waiting could have had update much sooner if, you know, I had actually had my shit together. So. That being said, I'm so sorry and I hope this update makes up for it a little tiny bit.

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The cell's two inmates watched Eunice warily as she approached, one sitting on the edge of one of the tiny twin beds and the other standing next to it. She realized that they probably wouldn't recognize her after she'd gone through more than one makeover since she'd seen them last.

"Hi boys," she drawled, coming to a stop in front of the bars. She slid the black frames off her face, tucking them in the front pocket of her doctor's get-up.

Murphy squinted at her. "Special Agent Bloom?"

"Former," Eunice corrected, frowning the slightest bit. She smiled again. "How ya been?"

"Peachy," Conner replied. "And yerself?"

"I'll be fine as soon as we get you boys outta here."

"We're gettin' out?" Conner stood up next to his brother.

"That's what I said, "MacManus." Eunice tucked her hair behind her ears. "You boys need to get back out there doin' what you do best."

"And just how do ye propose doin' this?" Murphy asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He looked darkly skeptical. Conner shot him a look, but if Murphy saw, he ignored it.

"Simple." At least Smecker said it would be. "After our little session here, I'll make the call that you boys are gonna need to be moved to a high security asylum. The Hoag doesn't have the resources to house the criminally… insane." Eunice winced at the choice of words.

"We're not insane," Murphy said evenly, the glint in his steel blue eyes betraying his anger. Conner placed a calming hand on his twin's shoulder.

Eunice held her hands up in apology. "I know you're not. But it's the only way that this is gonna fly. And coupling it with the onset of severe depression should be enough to make the prison director want you out." Hopefully.

Murphy frowned. "Sounds too simple." Conner couldn't help but nod in agreement.

The former special agent gave a half-hearted shrug. "It's the best we got. Those lowlifes out there aren't gonna wait to be criminals until you boys get out – if you ever do. Since you took Concezio Yakavetta out, his street thugs have been fightin' it out between themselves." Eunice sighed. "I doubt I have to tell you that their methods of figuring out who's the next top dog aren't without innocent casualties."

The twin's faces hardened. Eunice could see the deep pain in their cold blue eyes. It was more pain than any young men should have had to go through. She knew she couldn't even begin to imagine it. If she didn't count the eight years they spent in Ireland, Eunice figured that the MacManus boys had lost four people very dear to them in a short amount of time. Five, she realized. The still didn't know about Smecker.

"Are Dolly and Duffy in on this as well?" Conner asked, breaking the tense silence.

Eunice nodded. "They'll be the orderlies drivin' you outta here."

Conner looked thoughtful, and Murphy glanced at him. "What's wrong?"

Conner shrugged. "It all lacks a certain flair, if ye ask me."

Murphy rolled his eyes. "Just because it isn't from a fuckin' movie. It's a good plan, if a bit simple. Come up with it yerself, did ye?"

Eunice hesitated a moment too long.

"Was it Duffy?" Conner asked.

"It wasn't Dolly, was it?" Murphy asked when Eunice paused again, his forehead wrinkled in disbelief.

Conner looked her over carefully, studying her face. "Who have ye brought in, Eunice?" Both brothers frowned simultaneously at the thought of another person in on their secret, especially one they didn't know.

"No one." The twins obviously didn't believe her.

"What's his fuckin' name?" Murphy's anger began to boil over. Life in the Hoag had not been kind to either MacManus brother, both always itching to deliver the Saints' patented justice but always being just out of reach. Tempers flared easily.

Eunice sighed and said quietly, "Smecker." The boys stared at her, confusion and hurt playing back and forth across their features. Eunice looked down at her feet as she spoke. "He faked his death a few years after you disappeared to Ireland. Nobody knew. He'd been living in Costa Rica under the protection of the Church up until about eight months ago, right after the business with the Roman. He was at the docks, ready to take me into hiding as well." She looked up again, and the boys saw her eyes flash angrily. "I should've smacked that smirk of his right off his fuckin' face."

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Murphy breathed.

Conner ran a hand through his dark blond hair. "So this is his plan?" Eunice nodded. Half a smile twisted Conner's mouth. "Shoulda fuckin' known. No imagination, that man. No rope, either." He shook his head in disappointment.

Murphy scowled at the mention of rope and flicked Conner's ear. "When is this goin' down?" he asked, ignoring the hurt look on his twin's face as he rubbed his ear.

"If it all goes as planned, tomorrow."

"We'll be ready." The prospect of freedom had a noticeable change in the brothers. There was a life in their eyes that had been absent during the whole meeting.

Eunice smiled. "Good." She took the black frames out of her pocket, sliding them on her face once again. "See ya then, gentlemen." Eunice turned her back on the Irish twins and walked back to the security door, pounding on it as the guard had instructed. There was a harsh buzz, a heavy clunk, and the door opened.

The MacManus brothers still stood at the bars of their cell as they watched her disappear through the door. Each could feel the excitement of the other and knew that, as much as they would need it, sleep would not come to them that night.

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