It starts not with a rustle but with a bang. Quite fitting for the third and final chapter. This is my first Boondock Saints fanfic I am writing two other stories at this time but they are Walking Dead stories. I have only just recently begun to write fanfiction. Just a quick thanks to the lovely people who have been kind enough to read my fanfic. Thanks also to Suzuma, my friend in real life who showed me the movie for the first time and who is a constant fan and support system.
Chapter 2 Beacon Of Hope
The first thing Conner and Murphy had to do when they got out of the warehouse was figure out where they were. The clinic they were supposed to go to was two blocks from their boat and they knew the way from the dock but they were in an entirely different situation now. They had no idea how far they had traveled from that point and it wasn't exactly safe to backtrack. It wasn't even safe for them to be out in the open but they had no choice.
They patched themselves up as best they could. They didn't find much in the warehouse, it was empty and abandoned after all. They made bandages out of their shirts. They managed to stop most of the bleeding but they looked absolutely awful. They covered up with their black pea coats and sunglasses and headed out.
Leaning heavily upon one another they slowly made their way to the street. Having decided that their best chance of finding the place was to head for a populated area and ask for directions. Their injuries steadily got worse as they pushed themselves trying to get help.
*Unto The Day It Is Done*
Some time later they found themselves stumbling through a busy boardwalk type area. They seemed to be in an area filled with tourist shops. They had no idea where they were in relation to where they were supposed to be so when they saw a bench they decided to sit down and rest a moment before pressing on..
A very pretty Asian woman was already sitting on the bench when they collapsed onto it. The sudden abrupt addition of their weight jostled the seat startling their companion. Turning wide eyes on them they only got wider as she took in the sight of the men slumped next to her.
Murphy, who was sitting closer to her, never one to let an opportunity pass him by decided to flirt with her. So he called out to her, "See something ya like lass?" sounding almost drunk. Then she smelled the blood.
For a minute it seemed like she was gonna scream but after a few seconds she calmed down. A mask of calm delicately formed over her fine features she told them that they should get medical attention. She then directed them to the Beacon of Hope clinic a few blocks away.
*Unto The Day It Is Done*
Saluting the nice lady they were on their way once more. Despite their injuries they crossed the remaining distance fairly quickly. They were only half a block away when Connor pulled Murphy aside.
Speaking in German he said, "Wait. How do we know it's not a trap like the boat? If they knew when and where we were coming in they could find out about our back up plan. We should check it out."
Murphy responded in German, "Think you're right Conn. Don't wanna get caught with our pants down again do we?"
They went into an alley near their destination. The clinic was recessed a bit. There was a parking lot facing the street with the clinic in the back of the lot. They used this to their advantage. Peering from the shadows they were able to view the whole structure as well as the parking lot.
Surveying the area carefully the boys began to get a sinking feeling in their gut; Connor was right it was a set up. The whole thing was wrong. There were too many cars, the lot was full except for a few odd spots. There were people milling about the cars, about a dozen.
Still speaking German Murphy peps up, offering, "Well it looks like you were spot on. They're waiting for us, could be a whole army inside. So what we gonna do now? Do we bolt? Try to find a safe place ta hide?"
Connor thought for a minute before responding, "No we can't run. We need doctorin'. 'Sides ain't got another safe place to go to. Now I get why the faction here was so cagy. Its very bad here."
Shaking his head he continued, "We can't leave. Things are bad here and even if we had another place to go to we can't get there now. We gotta be smart about this. Have a plan."
"Like what sneak in the back?" Murphy scoffed. "We're almost outta ammo and there's too many of them. We should've never come here. We aren't in any condition to fight even if we had the bullets and one of your award winning plans."
"Don't you start about my plans! They always work out don't they? Maybe we should go with your idea, eh? Try to sneak in through the back. It should be lightly guarded if they even put any one there."
"I hate to admit it but that actually sounds like it might work. Alright if that's what we're gonna do we better get to it." With that they moved through the alleys until they were behind the building's back entrance.
When they reached their destination, they crouched down low preparing to jump out and shoot the guys guarding that door. Connor broke the silence saying, "Wish we had a mirror or somethin'. So we could look around the corner without gettin' any holier."
Murphy smacked him lightly on the head. "Fucking hopeless you are. They'll see the damn thing and be on to us. Right now we got surprise on our side, that's better." He hissed back at his idiot brother.
"So we just jump out and shoot whoever's there?"
"Ya, that's about it." Murphy replied still annoyed with his twin.
"On three, one two THREE." as one they lept from their hiding place and within seconds the three men guarding the door were dead.
They crept inside, low and as fast as they could. They found a quarantine room near the back they could seal from the inside in minutes. Holed up inside they debated how to get a doctor in there to treat them.
While they were arguing, one of the doctors came in. He had heard them moving about while he was making his rounds in the back. He introduced himself as Andre Tereshkova. As he began to stitch them up, he told them that everyone in the clinic was a part of the network. They were safe here, for now, and he would do what he could for them.
He asked them their blood type, considering the amount of blood they lost he figured they needed a transfusion. In a short time he was back with the blood and they were hooked up. He told them to relax, trying to sleep would be best. This was going to take a while and getting some shut eye would help them pass the time.