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Shayla Fagan
"I have four Shamus, Ewan Egan, and Patrick.........Fagan my Father and my brothers." She said haltingly he was the first person outside of her mother who she spoke to about this. She was torn between regret at sharing her secret and relief in having told someone. Pushing the very real possibility that this information could easily be used against her, she kept up her facade of malice.

Brian O'Callighan



"Let me say this. Your dad was one of the best men my dad ever knew." He said. "He helped me escape from Ireland when I killed some officers." He stood up. "We should have that file close by with who we know who did it." He left for a bit and returned with an old file. "The man who ordered it we think was Hymie Weiss. Leader of the north gang." He flipped open the police file. "They are the prime suspects. The original attack was ment on Al Capone." He kept flipping through the file. "That just what we believe. More time I can check other sources." He looked at her. "I can try to keep digging but that's how I kind of got stuck with staying here."

Watching the patrons of the club seamus started to doubt that the warehouse run was still happening. Taking a sip of his whiskey he pulled a small tube out of his pocket, and snorted a key. Replacing the tube he noted a few pairs in particular that stood out around the club, one of the more curios being Shayla opening up to someone. He had seen her around and knew a few things from talking with others, but the mysterious woman tended to keep to herself and seamus had certainly never seen her in an extended conversation. O'sullivan and Roxy were getting along as usual, everyone knew what they had going on. Gerulf had returned and drunk himself into a stupor, everything that happened was filed as a mental note. Seamus was good at his job because he was never off the clock.

Shayla Fagan
"My father helped many, but none helped him, and if as you say you knew him why was nothing done with this man German, surely you were not relying on the law. They after all are as corrupt and useful as an English court." Her words dripping with cynicism and disdain. Land of the free, to some but not other....No Irish Need Apply! Like the rest of the world the Americans were content to have the Irish as soldier, police, fireman and any other job that was high risk but they would step over them if they were injured in the street.

Shayla Fagan
"Thanks for the information, but if you are going to be as effective as the law, I am going to find someone who can help." She said harshly stamping out the stump of her cigarillo in the ash tray as she rose to leave. Money and police, politics and money when it came down to it it seemed all these things meant more than blood, more then honor, more than anything. Maybe to them but not to me, now I have a name. Which was more than she had been able to get in the nearly a year since it happened.

Shayla Fagan
"You do that, then but you don't need special toys to get a job done if you plan. Poor planning is what gets you killed, and why my family members died." She spat and turned to leave the club, she had a name all she needed now was to find him. Find him, and make him talk then dispose of him.

Shayla Fagan
"Right and what do you want me to do send smoke signals?" She asked over her shoulder continuing for the door. If I want it done right I will do it myself, unlike them I have no hidden motives beyond finding the truth and gaining revenge. It was time she left anyway that side job needed seeing too.