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Why did I want to do this again! Here I am stuck running through the woods in the fucking rain, and for what! Some guy! Is he really worth it? Was I right? Fucking rain, fucking mud, fucking hell!

Scarlet was sitting on her couch watching the news. The South Boston Saints had finally been caught after eight years. She sighed as she watched the new footage of the police taking them into the Hoag. She turned off her TV. She was one of their supporters. How could she not be? Her family had been killed by Yakkavetta. She had hated him and was glad that he was gone. She sighed as she grabbed her uniform for work. She started a new job at an Irish pub, McGinty's.

Six Months Later

"Wh-wh-what's bothering you, girl?" asked Doc.

"Nothing. Just thinking," she said.

"You've been th-th-th-…you've been doing that a lot lately," he said sitting down next to her.

"Had a lot to think about," she said. "I can close up if you want to head home."

"You sure? I don't want to put you out," he said.

"Go home, old man," she said kissing his cheek. "I will see you in the morning."

Doc nodded and grabbed his coat and walked out of the building. Scarlet waited a few minutes before she grabbed her bag and the letter inside it. She pulled it out and laid it on the bar. She read over what she had already written. She added a few more lines before she stuck it in the envelope and sealed it up. She had been writing back and forth with a prison pen-pal. It wasn't the smartest thing in the world since he knew she worked at a bar, but everyone had to have someone to talk to. She would have to run by the post office in the morning so they can address it for her. She hadn't wanted to know who she was writing. They would tell each other on their own time.

Scarlet sighed as she finished wiping off the bar and swept the floor. She made sure the cooler was stocked for the next day and then grabbed her coat. She pulled her coat on and locked up the bar. She slid her keys into her pocket and walked out onto the cold streets of South Boston. She looked around and saw a few people still out. She kept her hands in her pockets and headed down the street. She was halfway down the block when she heard and extra pair of feet walking behind her. She spared a glance behind her to see a hooded figure behind her. She gripped the pepper spray in her pocket a little tighter. It had been something her pen-pal had told her since she worked late. She sped up her steps. Suddenly the man grabbed her arm. She shouted and pulled her spray out. She nailed him right in the eyes. He let go of her and she took off running down the street. She made it to her building and jumped in the elevator. She let out a sigh when the door closed and the lift started to move.

Scarlet was sitting at the bar. It was one in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Only a few people had come in and the bar was empty. She looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall. It was almost time for the mail to arrive. Just as she stood up from her stool the front door opened. She smiled at the mailman as she took the mail from him. She was shuffling through the mail when the door opened again. She turned around and smiled at the man who had walked in. She laid the mail on the counter behind the bar.

"What can I get ya?" she asked.

"I'm looking for Scarlet Christianson," said the man.

"Who's looking for her?" she asked, glad she didn't have to wear a nametag.

"I'm Detective Dolly with the Boston PD," he said flashing his badge.

"She in trouble?" asked Scarlet.

"Depends on what you think trouble is. I'm here to talk to her about a pen-pal of hers," he said pulling an envelope out of his coat pocket. "She around?"

Scarlet nodded her head as she wrung her hands. She walked around the counter and over to the Detective. "I'm Scarlet Christianson."

"Figured that much," he said chuckling as he shook her hand.

"What about my pen-pal?" she asked.

"Do you know who you have been writing?" he asked.

"No. The jail just gave me an inmate number. I told them I didn't want to know," she said. "He didn't tell me either. We were gonna do it on our own time."

"I guess that's why this was sent to the police department instead of you," he said nodding to the envelope on the counter. "It was in with another letter."

"Other letter?" she asked.

"I think you should read your letter before you ask any more questions," he said. "Mind if I help myself?"

Scarlet shook her head as she opened the letter. She scanned through the words as she read over them. She dropped on to one of the stools as she continued to read. After a few more minutes she lowered the paper.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I think I need a drink," she said.

Dolly grabbed the bottle of Jameson's that he was using. He poured a shot and slid it to her. She nodded her thanks and downed the drink. "Another." Dolly shook his head as he poured the drink. As he slid it back to her three more people walked into the bar.

"We're closed," she said.

"That's good," said a man. "I'm going to assume she's read the letter."

"Yeah," said Dolly. "Scarlet, this is Former FBI Agents Paul Smecker and Eunice Bloom."

Scarlet turned around on the stool and looked at the trio.

"That is Detective Duffy," said Dolly quickly.

"Another," she said pointing to the glass.

"I think you might want to slow down," said Eunice walking over to her. "Take a deep breath and it will all be okay."

Scarlet nodded her head as she closed her eyes and breathed.

"Does he know who you are?" asked Eunice.

"N-No," said Scarlet. "I hadn't told him, ya know, since he was in jail for murder."

Eunice chuckled. "I'm sure. But you still told him you worked in a bar?"

"Didn't tell him which one," she said.

"Okay," nodded Eunice. "What are you feeling?"

"We don't have time for feelings. We need to start on this and soon," said Smecker.

"She just found out who she has been writing," said Eunice. "She's got to adjust."

"I'm adjusted," said Scarlet. "It was just a shock, is all," she said looking between the two former agents.

"How are you adjusted if you just found out?" asked Eunice.

"I was a follower. I supported what they did. I agreed with them. I didn't want them to go to jail," said Scarlet.

"This just made this all the better," said Smecker.

"We can't use her!" shouted Eunice and Dolly.

"Like hell," said Smecker sitting down. "Now make the calls."

Duffy shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, Dolly following right behind him. Scarlet looked between Smecker and Eunice.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"We're breaking them out," said Smecker calmly. "We're gonna break the boys out."

"Break…oh," said Scarlet as she fainted.

Needless to say I was shocked. I had unknowingly been writing with the one and only Connor MacManus for five months. And now I was going to help break them out. I had every right to faint.

Chapter 1 is complete! Review and let me know what you think. Got a few things running through my head for Chapter 2. It should be up before the end of the week! Love!