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Fish nodded once, silent agreement.

Stone continued, voice low but firm. “Dawson won’t interfere. He knows better. But he needs to prep the hospital, get social workers on standby, and keep this quiet. No press. No deputies showing up on scene. No one blowing our cover.”

Ledger tapped the table. “He’ll keep it contained.”

Stone nodded. “He will. And if he doesn’t, he answers to me.”

Havoc leaned back, exhaling. “Alright. Long as he stays out of our way.”

Stone’s eyes hardened. “He will. I’ll make that clear.”

He pulled out his phone, stepping toward the corner of the room as the men continued studying the manifest.

The table stayed silent, tension coiling tight. Havoc paced once behind his chair. Rook leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the manifest like he could burn the route into memory. Fish didn’t move at all, just watched the door and the shadows and the windows and everything. Ledger kept typing, jaw tight, pulling up maps and timestamps.

Grim didn’t sit. He stood behind his chair, hands braced on the backrest, trying to breathe past the urge to walk out of Church and straight back to Sophia.

Stone ended the call and returned to the table, expression carved from stone.

Grim’s hands curled into fists.

Stone looked at him. “You good?”

“No,” Grim said. “But I’m ready.”

Stone nodded once. “Good. Because we’re hitting that route.”

Rook shifted the manifest toward himself, eyes scanning fast. “We intercept here.” He tapped a point just before the county line. “Blind curve. No streetlights. No cameras. They’ll be boxed in before they know they’re not alone.”

Fish spoke quietly, eyes still on the screen. “And only one way out. They bottleneck themselves without realizing it.”

Havoc cracked his knuckles. “We take out the Reaper escort.”

Fish added, “They’ll run staggered formation. One scout ahead, one tailing. Take the scout first or he’ll warn the truck.”

Rook nodded. “Two bikes minimum, maybe a chase car. Havoc and I will peel them off before they can radio ahead.”

Stone looked at Grim. “And we need that truck stopped without killing the women inside.”

Grim’s eyes darkened. “I can do that.”

Ledger turned the laptop toward him. “You’ll need to disable the engine block without igniting the fuel line. If you can force a stall, we can box them in.”

Grim nodded. “I’ll rig a shaped charge. Small and directional. Enough to blow the axle and drop the truck without touching the cargo.”

Rook smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Clean and controlled. Good. We need them alive long enough to talk.”

Fish’s voice cut in one last time, low and certain. “I’ll take the ridge. I’ll see them before they see us.”

The men nodded.

Stone leaned back. “Alright. Grim handles the stop. Havoc and Rook take the escort. Fish on surveillance. Vandal, Switchblade, Ghost, and Brick stay behind to guard the clubhouse. Ledger, you’re lead on-site.”

Ledger responded, “Compound stays locked down.”

Stone’s voice dropped to a deadly calm. “We end this. Tonight.”

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