The day was starting like any other day, with headaches from drinking the night before and washing blood from their bodies. Everybody knew them as the Saints, but for Connor and Murphy MacManus they were just normal men. They saw what they had first done as a calling from God, to clean the streets of Boston of the filth that was covering it. They were picking their way through the mafia, killing each one as they were dropped into their laps. The fraternal twin brothers were doing what the police couldn’t do, killing the scum that was hurting their home. That day was going to be no different for the boys, they would spend the day just being their normal selves, but when night fell, they would be getting rid of a few more men from the mafia crowd. They were making their way to the top, and figured sooner or later one group would be taken out. Then they would have to figure out who else was making this place a living hell. At the moment though, the boys were in their apartment, cleaning their guns for what was coming that night. Flicking his cigarette ash into the ashtray, Connor set down his gun and leaned back in his chair, looking across the table at his brother, “Aye Murph, I’m getting bored. Let’s go grab a beer and do this later.” Stretching his arms above his head, Connor yawned as he stood up. It was a little after 5 o’clock and he was itching to get out of their apartment. They wouldn’t be ready to take on another mission till dark set on them, so Connor wanted to pass the time by going for a beer. “Aye, let’s go.” Murphy set down his guns as he followed his brother in standing up, stretching his arms above his head and heading towards the front door. They would be able to get their guns cleaned and ready later that night, but both boys were itching to get out of their apartment. Grabbing their jackets, the boys pulled them on as they headed to the bar, ready to get a few drinks in them before setting out that night.