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Connor and Murphey were still trying to get the contacts Smecker and Bloom had set up for them in Seoul, not too mention the ones their mother sent their way as well, in an order they could understand. It seemed like it was a intricate network that neither of them were really used to. Back in Boston they had the detectives and the one arms dealer and that was it. This particular night outing was to secure a base of operations for them in Seoul that couldn’t be connected with their Korean relatives, not that any of them claimed the sisters anyway. They followed a shitty drawn map, fighting over what was what on the crumpled piece of paper, almost tripping over the short haired woman pulling a knife out of some poor bastard’s neck. They stood still, looking from the cold look her face, to the body now on the ground, then almost at once forgot the woman was there. Connor clicked her tongue, unable to hide the Irish accent as she bent down and spoke, “That was some slick shit. Like some James Bond super villain shit.“ “Fucking hell, don’t get any ideas. I’m done pulling jobs you mapped out from some fucking movie. If she starts pulling James Bond shit, I’m going to blame you,” Murphey spouted pointing at the woman.
