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It was Murphy who recovered first. "What the-"

"Oh my God," Audrey said, putting her head in her hands. Grace was staring open mouthed at the boys.

"What's going on?" she asked, more than a little shell-shocked.

"Audrey," Connor said. "Murphy and I were given a calling, by God, to kill evil men, to protect the innocent." He was speaking slowly, as if she were a small child being told Santa Clause didn't exist. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist.

Audrey jumped, surprised by the unexpected touch and the warmth that came with it. She took a deep breath. "What do you mean, God gave you a calling? Like in a dream?" They nodded. "And the words just boomed around you?" They nodded again. She felt sick to her stomach. "When was this?"

"The night after you patched me up," Connor replied. His hand tightened, and the warmth flowing up her arm intensified.

The same night she started to dream of wounded soldiers. Grace looked at her. "Audrey… you're… are they…?"

"Shit, shit, shit," was all she could say in reply. The cots. The thousands and thousands of cots. Thousands and thousands of injured men.

Grace looked between the two boys. "So you basically run around killing people?" she asked. They nodded. "Oh my God," she repeated. "How did Audrey know what you were going to say?"

"Good question," Murphy muttered

"What are you supposed to be doin'?" Connor asked Audrey.

She took a deep breath, and thought about it for a moment. She had no fucking idea. "How the hell should I know?" she asked, glaring at them. Why did these boys have to make her life so damn complicated? "But it's not killing people!"

"Better not be," Murphy muttered.

"But you-" Connor began.

The door burst open and they all jumped, including Rochester. "Pack your shit!" Rocco shouted stumbling in. "Pack your shit! We gotta go!" Connor released her wrist like it bit him or something. Audrey found herself mourning the loss. And hating herself for it.

"What?" They all jumped up. She grabbed Rochester and put his leash back on.

"They set me up," Rocco was saying, "They fucking set me up!"

"What happened?" Connor asked.

"I killed 'em," Rocco shouted. "I killed 'em all!" Audrey stopped listening. Rocco was madly shoving things into a bag. It looked completely random, what he chose to bring. Half the stuff he shoved in there was trash.

More words were exchanged as the twins tried to discern what happened, but Rocco was too panicked for reason.

"Rocco!" the two drug addicts had woken up. Rocco stormed toward them.

"What?"

"Where's my cat?" one of them asked. They apparently had no idea that this was not the time.

"Your cat?" he asked, "I killed your cat, you druggie bitch!"

Her eyes widened, "Oh God… why?"

"I thought it would bring closure to our relationship!"

"You killed my…my…." The woman couldn't remember her cat's name.

"Your what!" He pulled out his gun. "Your fuckin' what? I'll tell you what!" He pointed the gun at his own head. "Your what, bitch? I'll shoot myself in the head, you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead… Your what? Your precious little…

Audrey stepped forward. This was out of control, but someone grabbed her arm. She looked back to see Connor give a slight shake of his head. "Help us pack up," he said, handing her a mess of tangled rope. "Can you untangle that?" She nodded and set to it, looking to see that Grace was already helping Murphy pack.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Not sure," Connor replied.

"My couch is a hide-a-bed," she said, focusing on her rope. That was probably a bad idea, inviting them to her place, but she wanted to get to the bottom of this mess fast.

She got the rope coiled quickly. "Come on, let's go!" Murphy said, as they all filed out the door, leaving the two addicts crying on the couch.

"What are these bitches doing here?" Rocco said, when he realized the girls were not only in the apartment, but following them.

"They're with us," Connor said. Something in his expression said there was no arguing that point. Murphy's expression was a mirror image.

"Are you sure you killed 'em, Roc?" Grace asked. Audrey looked at her, and realized Grace had been listening carefully while she had been tuning it out.

"Oh man," Rocco said, apparently deciding he could deal with the girls for the moment. "Oh man, it's like a slaughter house over there."

"Listen Roc," Connor asked. "Did anybody see ya?"

"Fuck man," Rocco moaned. "I might as well have gone around posting fliers. Right out in public, man."

They all piled into the car. Connor got in the driver's seat, and she and Grace got into the back, Audrey setting Rochester on her lap. Murphy patted Rocco on the back. "Liberatin', isn't it?"

"You know," Rocco said as he got into the back seat next to Audrey. "It is a bit."

"Let's fucking go!" Connor shouted, starting the engine.

They rode in silence for a while, Rochester sniffing Rocco. He licked his face, deciding he liked the hairy Italian. "What the fuck?"

"It means he likes you," explained Grace. "Be happy about it."

"Yeah," said Murphy. "That dog can kick your ass."

She and Connor chuckled. "Shut the fuck up," Rocco said, eyeing Rochester distrustfully.

"Where do you live?" Connor asked.

"What?" Rocco looked up. "We're going to their place?"

"Got any better ideas?"asked Murphy. Rocco had to admit he didn't. Grace gave Connor the address. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

Except when they passed the strip joint, the Sin Bin. "Hey stop the car! Connor, stop the car!" Rocco shouted.

Audrey raised an eyebrow. "Bit early, isn't it?"

"Vincenzo, that fat motherfucker, Yakavetta's right hand. He's the one who set me up!" Rocco said, by way of explanation. "Then he went around, shooting his mouth off, telling everyone I was as good as dead. He goes in there every Wednesday night around 10:00, he jerks off in the same booth to the same titty dancer. Never misses."

"So?"

Rocco looked at the boys. "So? So let's kill the motherfucker. I mean, what are you guys… that's like you new thing, right?"

The twins looked at each other. "Yeah, well…" Connor began.

"Oh," Rocco looked between the two boys in disbelief. "What the fuck? How do you guys decide who you're…" he looked sideways at the girls. "I mean, who makes the cut? Is there a raffle or something?"

"We know about it, Rocco," Grace said, rolling her eyes.

"To tell you the truth," Murphy said, "Those first ones, they just sorta fell into our laps."

"We don't really have a system of deciding who," Connor added.

Rocco looked between the two. "Me! Me! I'm the guy! I know everyone, their habits, where they hang out, who they talk to. I have names, addresses. I know who they're fuckin', I know where they live! We could kill everyone."

Murphy looked at Connor. "What do you think?"

Connor considered for a moment. "I'm strangely comfortable with it." He started the car again. "Audrey?" he asked as they drove off.

She shrugged. "I told you, I'm not killing. It doesn't matter to me."

"Grace?"

"I'm good," she said. Her voice was colder than Audrey had ever heard it.

Everybody shrugged. "Okay then," Connor said as they headed toward the girls' apartment. "10:00?"

"10:00," Rocco replied.

Audrey gave an ironic grunt. "Sounds like a date." She was not happy about this.

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