Shamus's mind floated back to the days of old, as a grim wave of memory flashed through his eyes.<br/><br/>(A week after Patrick Mcfinnigan was killed.)<br/><br/>Shamus sat behind the bar with an almost shocked tone, as the emotion from his father's death slowly began showing. He was completely lost without the man that had raised him, and the look on his mother's face when she heard the news was almost as horrible as seeing his father for the last time.<br/><br/>A cloaked man walked into the pub, sitting down in the stool across from Shamus, the man quietly observing the boy with a strange interest, as if he had seen a ghost. "What do ya want mister, I don't have all damned day." Shamus said in a confident voice, knowing that showing any weakness at a time like this wouldn't help there financial situation. "And don't think that just because I'm a kid that you can push me around, because me dad showed me where the gun was if there's any trouble."<br/><br/>The man smiled as he pulled the cloak from his face, revealing a heavily scarred face, with a mix of reddened hair, dull green eyes, and a charming grin that could fluster a nun. "Well well Shamus, you look more like your dad then ever now, though the resemblance is only clear if ya knew him fifteen years ago." The man said with a chuckle, as he patted the confused Shamus on the back. "Me name is Argas Mcfinnigan, though you can just call me Argas, and if I'm my knowledge of family trees is correct, your my nephew."<br/><br/>Shamus was silent for a long time, thinking of any time that his parents had ever mentioned family outside of his siblings. "Sorry if I sound rude mister, but that sounds like a load of malarky to me. My dad never mentioned having a brother, let alone was as ugly as you." Shamus said with a hint of fear, to the amusement of Argas. "Aye lad, your father was never proud of his family line, always said that the world was to good for the likes of us, and after he met your mum he decided to leave it behind him." Argas said with a sigh, as he put his tweed cap down over his eyes. "The thing is, the law never let's go of the past, and will continue to fight until it's problems are exteriminated. Your pub's success brought attention to him, and the guys that took care of him planned out his death. When I heard about what happened, I came here as quick as I could to meet with you, because as his oldest son I knew you'd do the right thing for your family."<br/><br/>Shamus remained speechless as Argas led him outside and down the street into a car, not knowing that this day would be the last day he'd spend as a normal kid, and the start of a life he could never imagine.