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brutal gangs in a central area and make it that much harder for a would-be occupying army to advance into the city. Consider it a human moat and it was very effective.
    The Shamrocks were a major part of that human moat. They controlled the south side of the city while the Raptors staked claim to the west side points of entry. Up north the Strikers ruled with an iron fist. Out in the water were various pirate gangs using anything from fishing trawlers to captured Navy destroyers.
    Mark had heard about the Shamrocks from other couriers who had returned from Boston. They weren’t a well organized gang but they were numerous. They didn’t set up big roadblocks like some of the other groups but they would ambush you in small groups and shake you down. The bad part was another group could be just around the corner waiting to do the same. In some ways it was worse because you could get mugged 5 times in 5 miles vice one big mugging like an organized gang would have.
    The family creeped through the ruins of what used to be the St. Marks area just waiting for the first strike. You couldn’t move at any reasonable speed as the burned out cars and pot holes kept you slow enough to intercept. As they passed the overgrown fields that used to be baseball fields they saw a fire burning on Park Street off to their left. “Get ready guys” Mark said. Kara checked her M4 by pushing on the safety. It didn’t budge so she charged a round and was ready to go.
    Four guys had a naked woman pinned down on the hood of a Buick right there on Park Street. The fire came from a barrel they had lit nearby. Two were holding her down while the other two had their way with her. Kara was pissed but she was on the wrong side to get a shot. The Armadillo was cruising on batteries and was pretty silent so the guys didn’t see them approaching. They were pretty well distracted anyways.
    “Joey, light these bastards up” Kara snarled. Mark smiled and nodded but provided some further direction as he readied his M4. “Put a couple rounds into the door by the guy on the end, when they move we can light them up good without chancing hitting the girl.” Joey confirmed and squeezed off a quick burst.
    Patrick St. Patrick was waiting his turn. He was on left arm and leg duty holding down the squirming girl they had just acquired from a passer-by. He traded her for his life and hauled out of there in a cloud of dust leaving her screaming and cursing him and her new owners. They didn’t have plans for her beyond raping her brains out, maybe quite literally. If she lived they would probably dump her somewhere or just leave her there.
    She was a fine lass, maybe even had some Irish in her. This made Patrick laugh and he blurted out “She certainly has some Irish in her now eh boys?” They all laughed and she spit in Patrick’s direction. He just laughed at her and broke one of her fingers to teach her a lesson.
    Right after the snap of the pinky came two much louder snaps. Gunfire! Two rounds slammed into the door right next to his hip and he let go of the girl and hit the deck. His cohorts tried to scramble mid-rape and ended up catching a bullet each. Stan took one in the shoulder blade while Shamus caught one right in his ass.
    The girl rolled off the car onto the pavement on the other side wisely. Patrick’s partner who was holding down her other side took a bullet in the face. Patrick screamed out and begged for his life to the unseen killers.
    Joey targeted the idiot lying on the wrong side of the car with his hands over his face and popped off two quick rounds. The man sank even further to the ground. The two rapists were slowly dragging themselves across the road yelling as loud as they could. Mark put the car in gear and sped off towards them and screeched to a halt at the corner of Dorchester and Park.
    Shamus dragged himself into the little wooded triangle that separated Park and Christopher Streets and tried to hide. Mark saw him with his ass