Rick, and the tow truck, could not have arrived sooner. Neil was about ready to lose his mind, waiting and acting like a civilian in enemy territory; he was sure Billy felt the same. The aged ECS member pulled up, and got out to 'inspect' the car. Neil also got out, and the two conversed by the open hood of the Mustang.
"How many?" Rick asked, barely managing to keep his rough voice a whisper.
"At least four," was Neil's answer. Rick briefly looked around the hood, at Billy.
"Who is that?"
"Billy..uh..didn't tell me his last name. Knew Samuel though," Neil referred to his father by his first name, as he was discussing business. At this moment, Sam Murray was just his old boss.
Rick thought for a moment. "Billy O'Brien?"
"Your father talked about him a lot. Said he was one of the trustworthy ones," Rick nodded softly to himself, slowly remembering the conversation with the old head of Éire's Champions. "Straight out of Ireland." Neil nodded; Rick sure did like to talk.
"Anyway," he continued, closing the hood. "Lets get on our way." pausing, he looked from the Mustang back to Neil. "That is what you want, right? I mean, I have an AR-15 in my truck if thats where you want to go, but-" Neil shook his head.
"Lets get out of here."