IRA ( Marie, Jeff, Tanja og Juliana)

And a goddamn gun

Winnie Woolfe had been cruising the streets of Dublin for quite some time. Her plans were all sorted. She was to meet with O'pago at 11 o'clock at a pub. She had been planning to go there for quite a while. She was going to have a decent meal at The Blackbird. While she had been on the run she had missed their sweet mashed potatoes covered in chives and spring onion. She was fed up eating Kellogg’s and Hellman’s mayonnaise as she had hit away in a lighthouse, reading "To the Lighthouse", which she found ironic.

She had moved from the far fields of the lighthouse into Dublin city. She would have her meal before meeting O’pago, who would hand her the goods. Oh yes, she was tired of the goddamn Lighthouse and the sun that had been blinding her constantly, tired of nature and tired of listening to the seagulls that would keep her awake at night.

She walked down Churchill road seeing people stumbling against signs saying: “mind the gap”, “thou shalt park here”, “safety first”, “caution”,” "no trespassing" and "keep out!” However no one ever took notice of the signs. People stumbled into them; yet again irony stroke upon her. She heard people coming out from the pub moaning:

- I came home and I saw Freddy on the floor, he was stoned.

- We gave him a glass of vodka, hahaha.

- Oh Scarlett Johansson is so pretty. Look at her hair.

Pago entered the pub just as she had finished her meal. He had brought a wide selection of “tools”: a drill, a screwdriver, a hammer and a goddamn gun. It was the colt she always preferred for this type of job. She was distracted for a moment looking at a replication of Ceci n'est pas une pipe (this is not a pipe). Besides being a cold blooded killer, she had an artistic insight, due to her former involvement, in stealing and trading art. It was a bad replication, she noticed. How misplaced it was! Anyhow, she turned her head towards O’pago, who complained about the long walk from Churchill road…

She left the pub and went for Mr. Mockingbird’s place using O’pago’s instructions. On her way she heard a child crying out: - me too, me too. What a selfish little nuisance, she thought to herself as she passed on towards Mockinbird’s home. As she arrived she saw his silhouette through the window. Oh she was going to enjoy this thoroughly. The traitor would get what he deserved. It was noon.