Author: mydiscocasino PM
So cats have nine lives. Big friggin' deal. The real question is- do Saints? A madcap dash through the BDS universe involving prison breaks, cat burglars, revenge plots, chain smoking, hideaways on the riviera, a dash of romance and plenty o' whiskey.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,362 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-03-10 - Published: 04-30-10 - id: 5936000
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May 1st, 2010
The atmosphere was tense as Detectives Dolly and Duffy squared off. Though once close, the two men had lapsed into an awkward relationship following the death of their colleague and friend David Greenly. As a result, they found it challenging to even be in the same room with one another; to have a conversation was unthinkable.
But the facts remained. It had been six months since Otillio Panza shot an innocent priest, drawing the brothers MacManus from their self-imposed exile. It had been six months since Eunice Bloom walked into their lives with her high heels and southern drawl. Six months since they had felt any sort of job security. Six months since Dolly and Duffy were reunited with the Saints of South Boston, for better or for worse.
Eventually, one of them had to say something. Dolly took the plunge.
"So what now?"
Duffy stared. "What the fuck do you mean, what now?"
"What do I mean, what now? I mean, what the fuck are we gonna do now, you fuck?" Dolly was incredulous. "Greenly is dead. Smecker is dead. Bloom is gone and the fucking Saints are in a fucking maximum security fucking prison!" As his tirade continued, his voice got higher and higher. "And, oh yeah, small problem- we're probably gonna lose our FUCKING JOBS. So what the fuck now?"
Duffy took a deep breath. He'd expected an outburst like this. After all, Dolly had always been the hothead. Greenly was the clown and he himself was the ladies man, but Dolly had always been the one to lose his cool, to let his emotions get the better of him.
"Look," Duffy began. "I don't know. But hold your frigging horses, Dolly. I'll think of something. Just give me some time."
And as the sun rose over the Charles River, two men were left to mourn the past and fear the future, with no way of knowing that, some 2500 miles away, plans were already being hatched.
A/N: So that's the prologue. Here's a little housekeeping:
-I'm assuming that the movie started on its' release date of 11/01/09 and that the events within occured over a period of six months, putting the start date of our story at 05/01/10- the very same day i'm posting this prologue! Convenient, yes??
-Chapters will get longer very soon!!
-Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.