The door bursts open startling the family inside but the protests fall on deaf ears as Eliot and Parker move into the room. Without a word, they drag the father from the room and dump him to his knees on the bathroom floor.
"What?" he sputters as they pull the guns from their waistbands.
"Mr. Jones, you're a bad man," Parker informs him, shaking her head. "And bad men need to be punished."
Eliot agrees, "Never should have embezzled from the pension fund. Or at least you should have covered your tracks better."
"You want money, you want..." the man pleaded, "I can give you anything. Anything."
Parker and Eliot's eyes met over the man's head. A tiny nod and they spoke as one, "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."
Parker smiles at Eliot, "In nomine Patri."
Eliot looks up, ignoring the crying, pleading man, "Et Fili."
"Et Spiritus Sancti," both finish the prayer, guns pressed against the man's head.
A tightening of fingers and it's done. The man flops to the floor. Dead. Eliot and Parker are moving before he hits the floor. They suspect that the family has already called the police and they need to be gone before anyone shows up. They don't speak until they are in the car, pulling away.
Parker turns to look at Eliot and smiles, "I love that movie. Which one's next?"
Eliot thinks for a second, "Let's see what Nate picks for movie night. It's bound to have something we can use."
"What?" he sputters as they pull the guns from their waistbands.
"Mr. Jones, you're a bad man," Parker informs him, shaking her head. "And bad men need to be punished."
Eliot agrees, "Never should have embezzled from the pension fund. Or at least you should have covered your tracks better."
"You want money, you want..." the man pleaded, "I can give you anything. Anything."
Parker and Eliot's eyes met over the man's head. A tiny nod and they spoke as one, "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."
Parker smiles at Eliot, "In nomine Patri."
Eliot looks up, ignoring the crying, pleading man, "Et Fili."
"Et Spiritus Sancti," both finish the prayer, guns pressed against the man's head.
A tightening of fingers and it's done. The man flops to the floor. Dead. Eliot and Parker are moving before he hits the floor. They suspect that the family has already called the police and they need to be gone before anyone shows up. They don't speak until they are in the car, pulling away.
Parker turns to look at Eliot and smiles, "I love that movie. Which one's next?"
Eliot thinks for a second, "Let's see what Nate picks for movie night. It's bound to have something we can use."
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God, I love Boondock Saints though. :)
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