To : Tim Finnegan, CC : Dara O'Gara

[Blodwyn O'Driscoll]

Dia duit, Finnegan fella' .


Oy wished oy had tae contact ye 'bout more pleasants madders, unfortunatly oy got nae choice left but tae bother ye wid mae problems.

So lemme go straight tae d'point, dere's d'story :

Yes'teday, as oy was haulin' back supplies all dhe way tae Dublin, oy fell upon wun o' yer Junka' lad named Lucius Vorenus.


* She grabs an half emptied bottle that was hidden outside of the screen, and drinks a large part of it in one gulp.

She, then, drown her face into her hands for a moment before staring at the screen again *


Oy'm sorry * She whispers * , just sayin' hees name stresses mae arses.

* She wipe her right eye with the back of her hand *


Well, so, durin' dhat lively talk oy had wid d'lad, he pretended tae work fer d'Congress, dhat he had been granted governorship dhere by none but ye, master Finnegan.Un' he added dhat hees work consisted o' callin' fer payment frem all dhoses dhat would come dhere, includin' oos, d'Mollies.

Can ye believe dhis ? Lemme say oy dinnae, maesel' .

T'make sure oy wouldnae be called a loier, oy added some attachment as proof alongsoide dis comm' :
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Roight, oif oy did unnestand well dhis Vorenus, he said ye send him dhere tae poirat, let's call it loike dhat, everytin' dhat 'd come across hees path.Un' oy wouldn't moind at all, oif dhat wouldnae include oos, d'Mollies.

Here's d'issue.


Ye know, oy cannae make up mae moind to believe d'congress would attack deir age-long friends d'mollies, dhat would be betrayal , so oy'm comin' tae ye t'day, tae clear d'tin' aout :


Is dhat all he stated,true ,or dhis lad's gone rogue un' be just anodher loier aout dhere ?


Anyway, as ye can see, t'could have far more consequences, frem political perspectives. So oy took d'toime tae have dhat talk wid ye before tinkin' o' informin' Governor Moore o' dhat madder.




Dhat bein' said, whether tis true o' not, fer dhis koind o' behavior d'boyo had toward mae, dinnae only hurt mae proide, but also sullied mae honour, un' name.

* she empties what's left of the bottle and throw it over her shoulder *


As ye guess dis ain't a madder o' petty money, settlin' dhis feud between dhis bloody eejit un' mae won't be easay, fer oy will nae be quenched unless oy'd get sumtin' as valuable as what oy lost un' endurin' roight naow.

Oy do realize dhat dhis last part moight nae be o' yer concern, o' ye moight nae want tae get involved in it. Just wanted ye tae know how oy do feel...




Wun last tin'. Oy opened dhat channel Tae Dara, fer hees a good friend o' ye, un' maybe more tae mae.He'd be a good witness.




As yer people says , Alba gu bràth !



Slán agat !

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[Murphy]

Roight, da Bossman Finn has sorta retired an lef' me to deal wit awl he's affairs.

Noi tha' beein seid I's can tole ya we'd ad nuthin to do wif dis.

Wasn' tha Capt's o'da Congress giv'n tha orda fo' sur'!

So I's relay'd dis comm to dem an bein a forma Molly maself oi'll be hav'n sum werd wit Lucius bout it!

Oi's nawt stan fer dis ya can be sur!

Murphy oot!

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[dara]

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Comm ID : Dara O'Gara
Location : Arranmore Base, Dublin
Target : Blodwyn O'Driscoll; cc : Murphy

Jaysus lassie! Oi don' believe whut oi be hearin', shure oi don'. Dis feckin' eejit's gunna be gettin' whut's comin' te 'im, o' dat ye kin be shure. If dere's wun ting oi'll no be standin' fer, it's no feckless wunder troiyin' te target me friends.

When oi sees dis 'un oi'll be sendin' 'im a few unwelcome messages, the ol' molly way, te be shure.

Murph, it be good te see the Congress ain't no part o' dis. Oi'm shure ye ain't gunna be moindin' us dealin' wid dis eejit when we foinds 'im, roight?

Dara out.

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