Caolán was in the office of his Bella Vista home. The ashtray on the table filled with the remains of his just finished cigarette. This room was always filled with smoke-it created the right vibe for a mob office. He poured himself a generous helping of whiskey into a generic glass. Whilst drinking,he attempted to get some paperwork done. His mind kept going back to the events of that day.

Caolán never had a problem enforcing rules. He'd done it all the time. Indeed he had even been quartermaster of his IRA unit. Things change when it's a youngster though, his job was simple-kick the living shit out of the teenage kid. Let him know what happens to people who steal cars. Whilst he believed that the 14 year old kid deserved it. He felt the orders were harsh. He'd been told to put the kid in hospital. It was justice in an extreme sense.

They knew the kid liked to sit in the park all day. It was normal teenage behavior. After having a quick few drinks for luck,they headed to the South Philly park. They'd been shown a photograph of him. They knew what he looked like.

There were three of them. All three ex boxers. Two ex IRA men and a loanshark from New Jersey. It was a simple enough job. They'd done it numerous times before.

He suddenly left the park in pursuit of an Italian mother. After losing sight of him for twenty odd minutes,they found him taking advantage of her in a car. That sent all three of them in a furious rage. They saw her leave in tears . They grabbed the kid and threw him to the floor. They heard several ribs crack as they rained kicks into his body. In Ireland there was a punishment for such crimes. Caolán produced a gun from his suit pocket. He checked it was loaded and pulled safety off. The kid was lying on his front on the ground(held by two burly mobsters). Caolán pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. The kid's kneecaps were blown apart by the bullets. After raining a couple more blows to the kid they ran off. They then rang the ambulance from a payphone(they at least owed him that much).

Caolán felt no shame. The kid had reaped what he'd sown. If he hadn't been such a stupid bastard,he'd have got off with a lot less. Kids always fuck up. You need to beat some sense into them and teach them the error of their ways. He finished his glass and left the office. One thing was certain today. The punishment had fitted the crime.