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The main disadvantages to being deaf were that people often didn't know how to communicate with the deaf person, and consequently would never try to. Aside from obviously not being able to hear, that is. It was very much like being a fish inside of a bowl, trying to reach out to the others around and yet there was that obstacle of a barrier in the way. Lots of miscommunication and alienation being thrown about and such. Or usually, in the chance that the deaf person had finally made friends, it was still difficult because even with being a proficient lip-reader, only one pair of lips could be read at a time. Donovan O'Halloran almost always ended up dipping out of conversations because he couldn't keep up.
The only times he could be comfortable were when he was with his good friends. The friends who had picked up ASL to lessen the strain on him, to communicate with him more easily; the friends who, if he had asked, "what did you say?" they wouldn't have told him, "don't worry, it's not important". Because of course it was always important if it was worth saying at all.
However, sadly, these friends were not available at all. Benjamin was currently being hospitalized and as per his instructions, everyone had gone into their own ways. Donovan was alone.
All he had even done since he woke up was get coffee and search for a fair hotel to stay at for a while. With the house burnt down and his boss' sister dead, he couldn't think of doing anything else except try to keep out of sight. It would be easy since he purposely made himself totally unnoticeable, but to counter that, it would be difficult because there was no way for him to tell if he was being sneaked up on unless he felt a change in air or a vibration, or noticed a constant light or shadow.
The five men that tailed carefully behind him had ensured that Donovan wouldn't be able to catch their presence. But in the case that he did, it was agreed that one of them would jam a gun into his stomach to suppress the shot. Having to be out in the open like this was risky, but they learned from the others that the faster it was done, the higher success rate it had. As far as they knew, Bethany Murphy was confirmed dead and they supposed that Benjamin Murphy had followed the path along with her; the only reason why they had to guess was because revisiting a scene entailed getting caught. They had taken Benjamin's Claddagh ring and intended to collect the rest so as to finish their threat towards the Syndicate about taking help.
Donovan turned right at a corner and two of the men had continued straight ahead to follow him across the street, while the other three were still directly behind. As soon as the last car was off the street and the last person was off the sidewalk, they would batter the deaf boy the way they battered his boss. If the kid had his phone with him, it would have counted as a bonus. Tracking numbers wasn't a hard thing to do at all and it would provide easier access to the rest of the main members of the Irish group, and if they were even more fortunate enough, perhaps one of them would have the number to a Syndicate member.
As the area cleared itself, the men at opposite sides looked between each other for some sort of assurance. Without so much as a nod or a signal, they closed in cautiously on Donovan, one of them making fun of the deaf boy as he called out, "We're right behind you."
Donovan sipped his coffee as another one of the men reached out to grab his collar, but at that instant three sedans came screeching onto the street ahead. The first instinct of each man was to turn and run, but one of the vehicles swerved to block the space behind them, another to the side, and the last at the very front. Donovan, noticing the confusion, whirled right around and hurled his steaming beverage at someone. Even in this weather, it still burned whoever it had landed on.
All the cars still running, Connor and Peter came out from the one in the back; Yousei got out of the one at the side; William emerged from the one at the front. The Japanese contender was the fastest, coming at one of the men with a brick in hand and smashing him in the face before he could have even defended himself. Connor slammed a hammer into the temple of another man and knocked his lights out while Peter landed a sharp, powerful jab to some other guy's nose, continuing to roll out the punches until he fell. Donovan, poised carefully behind another one of the men, delivered a hard strike to the cerebellum with an elbow, using his other hand to help propel the impact. The last guy was the only one who had reacted quickly enough to try to fight against William--but the Irishman had solved it quickly by cutting into the sucker's skull with the detached blade of a guillotine paper cutter. He died instantly, but the rest of them had merely been knocked unconscious.
Peter was already pulling one of the bodies into the trunk of his car when Connor asked, "Gray eyes, did anyone see if one of them had gray eyes?"
"Don't you have gray eyes?" Yousei shot at him as he pulled another body into his Camry. The question sounded sarcastic but he hadn't intended it to come out that way.
"I'm not the one who attacked Benny!" Connor exclaimed, helping Peter pull a second body into his car. He glanced up briefly to see that William and Donovan had stuffed the last two into their own trunk. "Doesn't matter now. Take different routes." Then he pointed at Yousei, "Burn the dead one."
Not missing a beat, they all returned to their cars, getting in quickly and wheeling themselves out of the area. Vanished almost as soon as they had arrived. Donovan had been a successful bait and Yousei had been a great help in temporarily serving as the tracker and one of the 'arms', so to speak. The Japanese man was the only one who left the other way. The Irish were to finish the rest of the plan, and all that was left was to hand over the four men as captives to the Syndicate and then jet the rest of their group the hell out, except for William and Connor. It was as per their boss' instructions via ASL, since he couldn't move anything but his arm.
hopefully it would contribute to something good.
The only times he could be comfortable were when he was with his good friends. The friends who had picked up ASL to lessen the strain on him, to communicate with him more easily; the friends who, if he had asked, "what did you say?" they wouldn't have told him, "don't worry, it's not important". Because of course it was always important if it was worth saying at all.
However, sadly, these friends were not available at all. Benjamin was currently being hospitalized and as per his instructions, everyone had gone into their own ways. Donovan was alone.
All he had even done since he woke up was get coffee and search for a fair hotel to stay at for a while. With the house burnt down and his boss' sister dead, he couldn't think of doing anything else except try to keep out of sight. It would be easy since he purposely made himself totally unnoticeable, but to counter that, it would be difficult because there was no way for him to tell if he was being sneaked up on unless he felt a change in air or a vibration, or noticed a constant light or shadow.
The five men that tailed carefully behind him had ensured that Donovan wouldn't be able to catch their presence. But in the case that he did, it was agreed that one of them would jam a gun into his stomach to suppress the shot. Having to be out in the open like this was risky, but they learned from the others that the faster it was done, the higher success rate it had. As far as they knew, Bethany Murphy was confirmed dead and they supposed that Benjamin Murphy had followed the path along with her; the only reason why they had to guess was because revisiting a scene entailed getting caught. They had taken Benjamin's Claddagh ring and intended to collect the rest so as to finish their threat towards the Syndicate about taking help.
Donovan turned right at a corner and two of the men had continued straight ahead to follow him across the street, while the other three were still directly behind. As soon as the last car was off the street and the last person was off the sidewalk, they would batter the deaf boy the way they battered his boss. If the kid had his phone with him, it would have counted as a bonus. Tracking numbers wasn't a hard thing to do at all and it would provide easier access to the rest of the main members of the Irish group, and if they were even more fortunate enough, perhaps one of them would have the number to a Syndicate member.
As the area cleared itself, the men at opposite sides looked between each other for some sort of assurance. Without so much as a nod or a signal, they closed in cautiously on Donovan, one of them making fun of the deaf boy as he called out, "We're right behind you."
Donovan sipped his coffee as another one of the men reached out to grab his collar, but at that instant three sedans came screeching onto the street ahead. The first instinct of each man was to turn and run, but one of the vehicles swerved to block the space behind them, another to the side, and the last at the very front. Donovan, noticing the confusion, whirled right around and hurled his steaming beverage at someone. Even in this weather, it still burned whoever it had landed on.
All the cars still running, Connor and Peter came out from the one in the back; Yousei got out of the one at the side; William emerged from the one at the front. The Japanese contender was the fastest, coming at one of the men with a brick in hand and smashing him in the face before he could have even defended himself. Connor slammed a hammer into the temple of another man and knocked his lights out while Peter landed a sharp, powerful jab to some other guy's nose, continuing to roll out the punches until he fell. Donovan, poised carefully behind another one of the men, delivered a hard strike to the cerebellum with an elbow, using his other hand to help propel the impact. The last guy was the only one who had reacted quickly enough to try to fight against William--but the Irishman had solved it quickly by cutting into the sucker's skull with the detached blade of a guillotine paper cutter. He died instantly, but the rest of them had merely been knocked unconscious.
Peter was already pulling one of the bodies into the trunk of his car when Connor asked, "Gray eyes, did anyone see if one of them had gray eyes?"
"Don't you have gray eyes?" Yousei shot at him as he pulled another body into his Camry. The question sounded sarcastic but he hadn't intended it to come out that way.
"I'm not the one who attacked Benny!" Connor exclaimed, helping Peter pull a second body into his car. He glanced up briefly to see that William and Donovan had stuffed the last two into their own trunk. "Doesn't matter now. Take different routes." Then he pointed at Yousei, "Burn the dead one."
Not missing a beat, they all returned to their cars, getting in quickly and wheeling themselves out of the area. Vanished almost as soon as they had arrived. Donovan had been a successful bait and Yousei had been a great help in temporarily serving as the tracker and one of the 'arms', so to speak. The Japanese man was the only one who left the other way. The Irish were to finish the rest of the plan, and all that was left was to hand over the four men as captives to the Syndicate and then jet the rest of their group the hell out, except for William and Connor. It was as per their boss' instructions via ASL, since he couldn't move anything but his arm.
hopefully it would contribute to something good.