A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in like forever. One of the big reasons for this is cause the show Metalocalypse has stole my muse. I do apologize for the Metalocalypse references in this chapter (As I said the show has really caught got me). What really brought the references into this is my cousin, who has been reading my story and is as much of a fan as I am, liked the idea of mentioning it, and what is done is actually a conversation between the two of us on a regular basis…lol…I do know that with the timing of the original BDS, Metalocalypse wasn't out, but, I have been taking liberties with the timing of this story all along…lol…Hope you enjoy and at least get a little chuckle out of it. I'd like to thank my new reviewer Changedwayas. As always constructive criticism is always welcomed. I do absolutely love getting reviews :-) They really make my day.
Disclaimer: Sadly Boondock Saints belongs to Troy Duffy and Metalocalypse belongs to Brendan Small. I own none of it so don't sue me. I really don't own anything. But if I did own all of them I would probably rule the world.
Things have been pretty quiet in the days following the hit in the meat packing plant. Both sets of twins have been relaxing, drinking and basically enjoying life and their time together. They were all starting to get into a very nice routine of normality.
Shayla, Patricia, Connor and Murphy sat together in the living room watching some independent zombie movie. They were all cracking jokes and throwing popcorn at the TV during some of the more stupid parts when the doorbell rang. Shayla got up and headed for the door. When she opened it she immediately recognized the person standing before her.
"Hey Tom! What brings ye 'ere at this time 'o night?" She smiled and stepped aside, opening the door more for Thomas to enter.
"Shayla I need to talk to all of you. I have a job you might be interested in." Thomas stepped inside the apartment and followed Shayla to the dining room and took a seat at the table.
Shayla headed to the living room to get everyone else. "Hey guys. Turn off tha movie. Thomas is 'ere ta talk ta us about a new job."
Patricia shut off the movie and headed to greet the detective. Connor and Murphy followed behind.
After greeting the detective they all took seats at the table as Thomas started telling them about a few happenings going on with a Yakuza syndicate out in the Bronx. This group has been suspected of dealing drugs and a few horrific murders but the NYPD cannot get enough incriminating evidence against them.
Thomas looked to each person before him as he spoke his next words. "This is why I've decided to bring you four in. The NYPD is at a loss. If we bring them in we don't have enough to keep them and they'll be back on the streets in less than an hour."
Shayla looked from the detective to Patricia. They were having one of their silent conversations for a brief moment. Both girls nodded then turned to the brothers trying to get their opinion. Both Connor and Murphy nodded their agreement.
Shayla turned her attention back to Thomas. "Okay Tommy. Give us all tha info ye have."
Thomas quickly handed over the files he brought with him. He started explaining all of the suspected dealings and whereabouts. A typical Thursday night found the group in an abandoned warehouse out in the Bronx. The location is a short drive from the Bronx zoo, about an hour from their current location. Thomas also went into detail on which the main people were that was involved. Thomas also told them that the Yakuza syndicate was going to do something big soon. His sources weren't positive on what exactly, but they did assure him that something big was about to go down. This meant that the hit had to happen right away.
After spending a lot of time on the information of the syndicate, they moved onto how they were actually going to do the hit. They had everything planned out and decided that they were going to strike that coming Thursday, being that most of the surveillance had been done by the detectives, they didn't need to do much of their own.
The days preceding the meeting with Thomas went by rather quickly. The four spent their time preparing themselves, their weapons and cars. The day of the hit was spent rechecking everything again and going through every possible outcome and problem that could arise.
It was finally getting dark outside and they all agreed to start heading out. They packed the cars and got on the road. Connor sat shotgun as Shayla drove and Murphy did the same with Patricia. Within an hour they were at their destination. They parked the cars a few blocks away and walked the way there. They stayed in complete silence from the moment they left the apartment.
They stayed in the shadows watching the warehouse for some time. They got there early so they could see and count how many people were going to be there. After almost two hours of watching it turned out to be eighteen members of the syndicate. Thankfully there were no innocents that showed up.
It was now finally time for the foursome to head into the warehouse. They all stalked into the building, staying in the shadows, being invisible to anyone keeping watch.
They had started walking through the warehouse corridors. They reached a fork in the hallway. According to the floor plans of the place, both hallways lead to the main room. Shayla and Patricia took the hallway to the right while Connor and Murphy took the left.
The hallway that Connor and Murphy took was empty. There were no guards. They made their way to the main room and stayed in the shadows till the girls showed up. They took a head count on who was there. There were sixteen members of the syndicate present. The brothers started to get worried.
The girls didn't have as easy a time as the brothers did. They quietly stalked down the hallway with their guns drawn. Standing in the middle of the hall, were two very large men blocking their path. Both girls took aim and shot them. The silencers on their guns made it where no one was alerted to the goons going down.
They quickly made their way out of the area and to the main room. They looked across from their position to where the guys were. The four nodded to each other and stood up from their hiding spots, guns ablaze. They had previously decided that a surprise attack was for the best.
They got the drop on them. Eight guns firing simultaneously. Each shot hit their intended target. The syndicate barely had time to even draw their own weapons.
As quickly as the attack had happened, it ended. All sixteen members of the syndicate were dead. Both sets of twins walked up to the scene before them. Connor and Patricia, each pulling out a handful of shiny, polished pennies and the angel cards, handed some to Murphy and Shayla. They got to work doing their family prayers. Both prayers melding together like a symphony.
With everything in place they all headed out the back way, separately and walked to the cars. The guys were high-fiving each other when they met back up.
Shayla turned to Patricia. "J'ai un mauvais sentiment."
"Que voulez-vous dire?"
Shayla looked to ground like her answer was going to be there. "Je ne peux pas tout à fait le placer mais j'ai un sentiment que nous avons manqué quelque chose."
Patricia placed her hand on her sisters shoulder. "Il est probablement juste vos nerfs. Ne vous inquiétez pas à son sujet."
Shayla smiled up at her sister. "Yeah, yer probably right. Let's get outta 'ere."
Patricia nodded and they all got into the cars. They started heading back the way they came.
After some time they made it to queens and were on the BQE, getting closer to Brooklyn. They were taking up two lanes, driving side by side. Shayla looked into her rearview mirror and noticed a black Cadillac that was following them. She noticed it before but didn't think anything of it. But now it has been some time that the car was behind them.
Shayla picked up the walkie-talkie to her sister. "Did ye happen ta notice tha car behind us?"
Shayla heard static for a moment before her sisters voice rang in loud and clear. "Aye I did. Think they might be followin us?"
Right as Shayla was about to answer her, her car was rammed from behind.
"DAMMIT!" Shayla shouted as she managed to regain control, dropping the walkie in the mean time. "Connor get back to Patricia and tell her to take off. I got this one."
Connor quickly picked up the walkie. "Pat, Shay says ta take off. She got this one." He spoke hurriedly.
Patricia snapped back. "NO! I'm NOT leaving ya!" Patricia looked into her mirror in horror as the Cadillac rammed Shayla's car again.
Shayla grabbed the walkie from Connor right as her car was hit again. "FUCK! Just get tha fuck outta 'ere! We both know I'm tha betta driver!" Shayla dropped the walkie again and looked to her sisters car. Patricia nodded and took off like her sister said to do.
Once Patricia was off of the highway Shayla sped up. "Hold on love. This could get ugly."
Connor just smirked at Shayla. He knew she was a very skilled driver. "I have faith in ya love."
Shayla smiled and sped up even more to gain more distance. Suddenly she started into a drift, just enough to turn and face the oncoming car. She sped up again playing a very dangerous game of chicken. The Cadillac swerved right before they would have impacted and ran front first into the middle divider. This caused the car to flip over the medium onto its back.
Shayla stopped momentarily to look back at carnage she just caused. A wolfish grin spread across her face. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. She took off for the off ramp they passed and headed for the streets.
Shayla took all different directions to get back to the apartment. She even back tracked a couple of times, just incase they were still being followed.
After some time Connor finally came out of shock and spoke. "That was some amazing driving back there! How did ya know they were gonna swerve like that?"
Shayla looked sheepish. "I didn't know. I was gonna swerve if they didn't. But I wouldn'ta hit tha wall. I was headin fer tha exit. I was actually hopin ta loose em on tha streets."
Connor just nodded. The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence. They finally reached the girls neighborhood and parked the car several blocks away from the apartment. They both grabbed their bags and headed in the direction they needed to be.
Connor stayed close to Shayla the whole time. She was zigzagging through different blocks and back alleys. Connor was getting confused by the way she was going, but didn't voice his opinion. They finally reach the back of the apartment building and headed in, taking the stairs up to the apartment.
Patricia and Murphy were in the apartment for awhile, waiting and pacing the floors till their other halves came home. They both stayed in silence the whole time. Suddenly, as Murphy was pacing the dining room for the umpteenth time, they heard the jiggle of the doorknob as a key was inserted and the knob turned.
Patricia jumped up out of her seat quickly, causing her chair to topple over as Shayla and Connor walked in. Patricia ran over to her sister grabbing her into a tight embrace. Shayla just laughed and hugged her sister back. Murphy walked over to Connor and stood there for a moment. Connor thought Murphy was going to hug him but instead, Murphy slapped him in the back of the head.
"Ow Murph! What tha hell was tha fer?!" Connor started rubbing the back of his head.
"That Connor, was fer makin me worry about ye."
Shayla and Patricia stopped hugging as they watched the guys bicker. They were standing side by side laughing at the brothers. By this point Connor and Murphy were just staring at each other, both completely unmoving.
"Alright enough! Would ye two like ta tell us what happened, please?" Patricia was starting to get annoyed at Connor and Murphy for their childish behavior.
They all sat down in the living room, after grabbing a beer each, and Shayla and Connor started telling them what had happened. Shayla and Patricia were sitting together on one couch as Connor and Murphy sat on the other couch. They finished speaking and Murphy and Patricia were in stunned silence.
Patricia slowly turned to her sister and placed her hands on Shayla's shoulders. "I always knew ya were a psychopath. Now I suggest we worry about all 'o this shite tamorrow, when Thomas is in his office an can actually help us."
Shayla smiled brightly then started laughing, causing everyone else to laugh. "I agree Pat. Well I don't know about you guys but, I'm really not tha tired." She was met with agreement and nods as she picked up the TV remote and started channel surfing. She stopped on Adult Swim. Metalocalypse had just started. Both Shayla and Patricia perked up at the theme music.
Connor looked from the TV to the girls then to his brother. "What tha hell is this shite?"
Both Shayla and Patricia looked at him shocked and yelled at the same time. "THIS AIN'T SHITE!" Shayla continued from there trying to do her best Pickles impression. "Mother Douchbags! Dood ye gat ta be kiddin me! Dethklok is tha best Metal band eva! Sary low blood sugar."
Patricia not missing a beat kept right up with her sister trying to do her best Murderface impression. "Schayla's right dickbrainsch. They are the besht band ever."
Shayla started laughing going right back at her sister imitating Toki. "Stops copies me."
"Pfffft. Likes I woulds copies yous little Shayla's. Yous stops copies me." Patricia was doing a great job at imitating Skwisgaar. She held her head up and crossed her arms.
Shayla smiled and started to bounce on the couch a little as she continued as Toki. "Oh Wowie! Wes is doinks reallies good with this."
"Ja, buts, stops copies me." Patricia spat back, still in character.
"Nei. Yous stops copies me." Shayla was starting to pout like a little kid.
"Stops copies me." They both spoke at the same time. They started laughing uncontrollably at that one, completely breaking character.
Both girls stopped and looked at each other smiling. They knew there was only one left to do. They both did their best at a death growl and spoke at the same time. "Brutal."
It ended up being more of a high pitched version to Nathan's but still got the point across.
Connor and Murphy sat there staring at the girls in disbelief the whole time. Murphy was the first to shake his head. "Tha two 'o ye are both psychotic." Connor just nodded in agreement, which caused the girls to start laughing all over again.
Shayla turned back to her sister. "I guess we have ta agree with him on tha one" Patricia nodded. The rest of the night was spent with the girls going back and forth talking like the different members of Dethklok and really annoying the guys, till they all gave up and finally went to bed.
Translations: All in French
J'ai un mauvais sentiment.
I have a bad feeling.
Que voulez-vous dire ?
What do you mean?
Je ne peux pas tout à fait le placer mais j'ai un sentiment que nous avons manqué quelque chose.
I can't quite place it, but I have a feeling that we missed something.
Il est probablement juste vos nerfs. Ne vous inquiétez pas à son sujet.
It's probably just your nerves. Don't worry about it.