Arthur was used to fighting O’Driscolls — but that was simple gang rivalry. It’s ironic, really — an outlaw like him clad in officer’s attire. His badge emitted a certain glow underneath the afternoon sun.

He had you pinned against the wall, your wrists held together by his intense grip. Hopefully this plan would move along sweetly — if you and your other O’Driscoll friends didn’t stop Colm from his imminent doom.

“You damn fool, stop squirmin’.” He hissed, pushing you against the wall again.