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"When did it happen?" Dorothy asked looking over at Moss. "happened at exactly seven." Moss replies looking directly at the Garrison. "Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area." Moss added as Dorothy walked off and found a wheel of a pram in the doorway. "Mr Shelby, do you have any idea who might have done it?" Moss asked turning his attention to Tommy, who looked up sharply reaches into his pocket.
"There was a bomb in the pram." Dorothy whispered into Tommy's ear. "I would say it was something to do with the gas. It's just been fitted." Tommy explained as Dorothy watched as Moss took the money and shoved it into his pocket.
Turning around Dorothy smiled at her aunt who walked up to them. " Madam, the structure is not yet declared safe..." Moss explained Walking towards the ruined building.
Kneeling Dorothy noticed the whole street was covered in confetti. Looking down Tommy noticed the confetti in His Aunt's hand and took a pinch of charred confetti. Raising to his feet Tommy looked around at their surroundings. "Confetti." Tommy stated whispering in her ear.
" Thank you. We'll be alright now." Dorothy spoke smiling kindly leading Moss away from the Crime scene. Huffing Dorothy walked back to where Tommy and there Aunt Polly were standing. Looking Beyond the remains of their beloved Garrison she noticed kids were playing and laughing in the debris.
"Tommy, what?" Polly snapped watching Tommy as he turned around. "I think this was somebody's way of inviting us to a wedding." Tommy spoke turning around and adjusted his petticoat leaving his sister and Aunt. "Yay, i always like wedding." Dorothy smiled kissing her Aunt on the forehead and walked off in the same direction as Tommy.
"Why are we following a bloody kid." Dorothy hissed as she followed her brother. "Never likes the Irish." Dorothy commented quietly looking around at her surroundings. Walking behind Tommy, Dorothy admired the brown coloured bricks that made up the house the walked past and into a storehouse.
"Uh oh" Dorothy mumbled as her coat was taken from her and the knife she hid up her sleeve. With the sack on her and her brother's head they were matched up the stairs and into another part of the building.
"Thought you said we were invited to a wedding." Dorothy whispered keeping her eyes on the two strangers. "Thomas and Dorothy Shelby." The woman spoke keeping her eyes on Tommy. "You blow up my pub." Tommy stated.
"Anger defeats fear. Good." The woman spoke moving her gaze onto Dorothy. "You blew up my pub." Dorothy repeated smiling wickedly at the woman and then the man.
"They have a reputation to uphold." The woman stated looking over at her partner. "A reputation for not being scared of anything. "In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with." the woman explained grinning slightly. "So are you IRA or IRB. Army or Brotherhood? Since you paddies started fighting amongst yourselves I get confused." Tommy interrupted making his sister chuckle slightly. "It's ironic isn't it." Dorothy chuckled.
You are one decision away from death Mr Shelby." The man grinned and received a harsh glare from Dorothy. "So stop fucking smiling." He spoke clicking his fingers in Tommy's face
Your name is Irene O'Donell. You have a son at the Cherry Wood road school in Harborne. He has irons on his legs. His name is Sean..." Tommy spoke shocking Irene. "He comes last in every race, poor boy. Poor boy if the race was important. Do you know what I mean Irene O'Donell?" Tommy continued bringing an awkward silence to her room
"There are other ways of carrying out this mission. Please allow me to put a bullet in his scum tinker head." The man spoke softly. "No. He researches his enemies. That's why they've been chosen." Irene replied making Tommy laugh.
"I am chosen? Ok. Can the chosen one smoke?" Tommy asked reaching for his cigarettes in an inside pocket. "Why have we been chosen." Dorothy snapped. "A vacancy has appeared and you are going to fill it." Irene stated leaning back in her chair. "Chosen by who?" Dorothy asked. "By an informed consensus." Irene replied making Dorothy roll her eyes.
"Look, we have things to do." Dorothy stated pushing her chair back. "Perhaps you would tell the chosen one what he has been chosen for." Tommy added. "From now on Mr Shelby you shut your fucking gypsy mouth and listen to your instructions." Irene snapped.
"Well that went well don't you think." Dorothy murmured handing her brother his coat.
