Nikolai smiled, as he turned to Norene. "They have strange abilities, they resist dying, and they try to pull you into there business. Sounds like a Saint to me." He said with a grin, as he awaited Shiro's response. "I'll keep the kid safe, though I probably won't have to."<br/><br/>Shamus sat behind the counter at "Mcfinnigan's Pub", calmly sharpening his knife as he listened to an Irish Jig on the radio. Shamus had been holding out in his family's pub for a few days now, after being identified for the murder of a cop. "The bastard didn't know who he was messing with, and he thought it was a good idea to take me out with a tazer. I haven't felt the satisfaction of breaking a cop's face in quite a while, though the murder was accidental." He thought to himself, as he drank from a bottle of Gin he kept behind the bar, unknown to him the trouble that had started outside of the pub. He heard some noises outside, and pulled his shotgun up just in case, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.