In Too Deep (A Boondocks Saint Fan Fic)

A Minute Later

TW: Attempted Suicide

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"That's him." Murphy said through clenched teeth as the shadow of the man passed by the window they were peeking through.

Connor frowned and squinted his eyes. "You sure brother?" He asked, knowing that he shouldn't.

Murphy gave a curt nod his eyes latching onto movement on the other side of the room. "They got the same eyes." He muttered. All he wanted was a glimpse of her, something so that he knew where she was when they went in. Maybe her planning was rubbing off on him. That or his instinct to make sure she wasn't caught in the crossfire was overriding everything in him.

Another man was banging on the door, trying to twist the knob but the door wasn't opening. Squinting his eyes Murphy saw another head pop up from the sofa, an ice pack pressed to the back of his skull. That had to be Miles.

"Three," Connor muttered and his twin nodded. "We've had worse odds." And worse causes, he added silently to himself. Every muscle in Murphy was twitching and deep inside Connors' chest, he knew that if they lost Abby he would for the first time lose a piece of his brother too.

Murphy snapped the cock back on his gun and twisted his neck until some of the tension in it popped. "Had worse numbers."

Connor nodded as both of them sunk down a bit to creep along the wall towards the heavy garage door that remained cracked open. Both brothers tucked themselves up and rolled under it slowly, listening to the voices as the came into the warehouse behind a large van.

"Just let her be!" Joshua called. "Used to do the same thing when she was little while her mom and I were fighting. She'd just lock herself in there for hours."

Murphy gritted his teeth as he listened. He hated that this man was the one that had raised his sweet little angel; had obviously neglected her.

The unknown man stepped away from the door as Connor held his fingers up counting down slowly from five as the unsuspecting men continued to talk.

Five.

"Besides we got more important things to talk about." Miles said from the sofa.

Four.

"They're looking for her than we've got home court advantage." Miles continued.

Three.

"If we get shit ready." Alan said walking slightly away from the door to stand in front of the tv. "Cause those two fucks need some preparation."

Two.

"Please." Joshua scoffed. "Without my daughter, they'll probably just-"

Murphy and Connors eyes disconnected as Connor put his last finger down and they moved to come around each side of the van.

"Too late," Connor hissed right before they began unleashing rounds from their desert eagles. Connors connected over and over again with Alan's chest as he tried to duck out of the way. Murphy squinted his eyes, blood pumping through his veins and praying that Abby didn't come out of the bathroom and into the line of fire. His first few shots penetrated the back of the sofa, moving through it with deadly velocity to puncture Miles through the chest and ribs while white puff exploded through the holes. Joshua jumped back, running through the room to get to the coffee table where he had a .45 duck taped.

Murphy's gun swiveled and caught him in the shoulder sending the older man to the ground. Connor quickly made his way over and yanked him up by the neck of his shirt, hauling him up with no attention to his gushing arm.