A/N:

I know it has been WAY too long since I've updated. My sincere apologies! Junior year is turning out to be one of the most exhausting things I have ever experienced. And it only gets better, they say. Decided that I am going to throw in the towel with diving and start looking for a job, and that's turning out to be going really well. Had my very first interview today at a local restaurant, and I have high hopes. Anywho, I'll stop rambling. This is a relatively short chapter, but in any case, I hope it's to everyone's liking. So without further ado, I give you Chapter 2!

The brothers stared at each other in utter confusion.

"Well, I believe cigarettes are outta the question. Let's get the fuck back to the motel, Murph," said Connor, motioning with his hand for Murphy to snap back out of his daze.

"Oh, calm down. Do ye really think the cops give a shite about an alley shooting when they should be out lookin' for us? Let's at least find some stuff out about the girl, aye?"

"Have ye not heard the sayin' 'curiosity killed the cat?'" asked Connor, angrily.

"Well, I guess it was a noble fuckin' cat then! Come on, Conn, don't tell me ye aren't wantin' to find somethin' out about her."

"Jaysus. Ten fuckin' minutes, if that even. And what are you expecting to find anyway? Her fuckin' birth certificate?" said Connor, rubbing his temples, well knowing that it was a bad idea.

"Smart ass," Murphy remarked with a smirk. "She said seven minutes give or take; I don't see what the issue is here. What about a poster, or somethin' like that? Dunno really," said Murphy, holding up a naïve shrug, complete with a tilt of his head.

"Let's just go, ya fuckin' retard," said Connor, walking back from the entrance of the alley.

"Alright, calm the fu—," Murphy paused and jogged back to the side of one of the Russian's bodies.

"Murph, what the hell?" said Connor.

"Russian pagers always seemed to work out before, aye? Maybe he has one, or a phone," Murphy said, with ever confidently raised eyebrows and another famous smirk.

"Fuckin' A! Why didn't I think of that?" said Connor.

Murphy pulled a rather expensive looking cell phone out of the Russian's right pocket.

"Bingo," he said, flipping open the piece of plastic.

"Well, what is it then?" asked Connor anxiously.

"A couple of missed calls and a voicemail. Probably from his fuckin' boss," said Murphy, shaking his head. He put the phone to his ear and listened closely to the thick Russian tongue that left the message two hours previously:

"Yuri, you were supposed to meet me two hours ago. Where the fuck are you, you stupid bastard? I was calling to make sure you weren't acting foolish and watching out for those Saints. Also, there's apparently another little vigilante slut lurking in Boston somewhere. Find her, and bring her to me. It's almost 1:30 in the morning, dammit. Be here by then, or I will shoot you in your goddamn head."

Murphy closed the phone and gaped at Connor.

"Holy fuckin' shit…" trailed off Murphy.

"Will ye just tell me what it said for Christ's fuckin' sakes?"

"Well, all the commie basically said was that there's another vigilante lurking in Boston. It's her. It has to be," said Murphy, trying to convince himself if what he was saying was even somewhat plausible.

"The little teenager? You're outta yer fuckin' head. She's what? Sixteen? Seventeen maybe? She can't be a vigilante, that's crazy talk," said Connor.

"You saw her fuckin' pistols, Conn! I hardly call that any normal teenage ensemble. She even said she's been 'doing this for a while'," said Murphy.

"Did he say how long she was in town or anythin'? Anythin' at all? A name even?" asked Connor.

"Nope. All he said was that there's another vigilante slut in Boston, and that he wants her fuckin' captured," said Murphy, apparent venom in his tone.

"Well fuck! All we know is that her name is Eva, and I doubt that's even it! What now then Murph?"

"You said ten minutes, righ'?"

"Aye," said Connor, with a nod.

"Well we got another seven to find this girl before she gets trapped in another fuckin' alley, and we're not there."

A/N:

Hope this was a satisfactory little chapter. I have loads of ideas for chapter 3. As always, you can contact me through email and keep updated on my story's status via my fanfiction profile. Oh, and please review! They make my day and put a big smile on my face :)