No Limitations • T. Shelby

Chapter two:

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"My bullets ache to get inside your tinker head."

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Chapter 2: Sir Thomas Shelby

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The docking station is quiet and calm as Thomas Shelby stands tall and still, peaked cap covering the top half of his face, head bowed low with his hands clasped by his front, uttering all but a word as the horn of a short-boat coming down the canal, with none other than the two Mccavern siblings aboard it. One razor gang meeting with another...

"Mr Shelby." Jimmy starts, his voice flat with his Scottish accent rippling through the air, catching Thomas's ignorant ears, his gaze fixed on not the man on the boat's edge, but the younger women beside him, sitting with her hair bright blonde and long, blowing about in the wind. A small almost unnoticeable smile playing on her lips as she stares ahead, down at the glistening waters below her.

"My bullet aches to get inside your tinkering head." He continues talking as Thomas's eyes blow his peaked razor cap stays fixed on the women who looks all but interested in what's going on about her.

"Up to our knees in Fenian blood...surrender of you'll die.. for we are the Brigton Derry Billy Boys."
The sound of the Scottish gang leader's derogatory song and the three shots of his hand gun firing into the air catches Thomas's attention, though he doesn't show it. Only slowly casting his gaze over to the man singing his offences, his face looking all but impressed as the man points his gun at Thomas' head from the distance of the boat. After a moment's intimidation, Jimmy smirks, opening his trench coat's front where his holster was attached to his side, trading his gun for a white flag, waving it at Thomas in an almost mock symbol of peace as he steps out of the boat, putting his not-so shiny shoe covered feet onto the murky ground of Small Heath's loading dock. Holding his hand out to the platinum blonde girl on the boat, helping her step her own feet onto the ground beside him before making his way over to where Thomas stood just a little ways ahead of them.

"You know, it's a pity." Jimmy starts to talk again as he comes just a few inches in front of Thomas' cold stature. "I was lookin' forward to killin' you."

To which Thomas replies in his usual flat-toned voice and stoic face. "You're at the back of a long que." he says. Flicking his gaze momentarily back to the young blonde standing behind the man, her hair was bright like an angels would be imagined, her face held a she held a heart-shaped face with a perfectly dipped nose that upturned slightly at the tip, her eyes an ocean blue colour much like his own staring back at him. He took in her features for a few seconds longer than he maybe should've, before fitting his eyes back on the rough and rugged man in front of him.

Jimmy inhaled a sharp breath, turning his head to the side slightly as he pointed at the white flag on the end of the boat he rode her in, clicking his tongue as he spoke. "My white flag is a sign of truce.." he then gestures his head to Thomas' own white flag stationed behind the man of little words but many thoughts. "Yours is more a flag of surrender."

Thomas nodded, it was a small and almost unnoticeable nod, but a nod at very best. "Whatever you say, Mr Mccavern. The colour is the same, the outcome is the same." He replies, his face still hard as rock with a deep blue hue in his eyes that could cut through diamonds. "I believe we have friends in common. We should postpone our war."