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“We are the Laughlin charter of the Brazen Bulls MC,” Cooper said as he set his other hand atop the stack. “Welcome, brothers. Now let’s make some trouble.”
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It took Zach undertwo minutes to assemble his AK. He was good with all kinds of weapons; being a son to a man like Radical Jessup meant learning everything there was to know about weapons and motorcycles from the moment Mom said he was old enough to hold a real gun. Cooper, Caleb, and Gargo all had AKs of their own and were assembling theirs almost as quickly. The others, who hadn’t been Bulls until five minutes earlier, had the weapons they had—Ben and Reed each had two 9mm Glocks; Ben was equipping one of his with an extended mag. Geno had two Colt revolvers and was currently strapping on a gun belt, like a Wild West cowboy—or, probably not a cowboy. Zach would keep that observation to himself.
Kai already had a serious hunting knife strapped to his thigh, but he was also wearing a beautiful Beretta M9.
These dudes had shown up with serious sidearms. That spoke well of their fit with the Bulls.
Only Zach and Gargo fitted their AKs with suppressors; as Gargoyle had said, only those two shots needed to be quiet. If more bullets flew, quiet would be beside the point. So as soon as they were ready, Zach eased up toward the garage, trying to keep out of the wide angle of the camera. When his position was good, he used the night vision sight to aim, and then he fired.
A silenced AK was not actually silent. Nor was it really quiet; it was just a whole hell of a lot quieter than the eardrum-busting report it made without the suppressor. In dark, still night, the sound it made, kind of a cross between a cough and a clap, seemed incredibly loud, as did the snap and shatter of the camera.
Then another cough-clap, and the night went all but black. There was a moon, but the sky was mostly overcast, so the moon didn’t do much. They had Maglites and the lights on their burners if they needed to see more than their eyes could manage on their own.
The others were already rushing the garage. Zach swung the AK on his back and hurried to join them; he could hear Gargo, past fifty years old and at least fifty pounds overweight, chugging up behind him.
Kai crouched in front of the lock, a Maglite clenched between his teeth. He tried the first combination, each number making a slight beep that sounded too loud in the quiet. When he keyed in all four, the lock made a longer, different kind of beep, and the indicator light stayed red.
“Fuck,” Cooper grumbled.
Ignoring him, Kai tried the second combination and got the same result.
On the third try, though, instead of a beep they heard the clunk of a lock disengaging, and the indicator light went green.
“Yes!” Cooper whisper-yelled. He slapped Kai’s back. “My man. Well done.”
Kai took that praise stoically and without comment. He took the Maglite out of his mouth and stood.
Cooper opened the door. “Okay, brothers. Let’s see what we see.”
They all filed carefully through that door, alert for trouble and traps, their flashlights and phones sweeping the area. There was a lot in this building—more than Zach’s eyes could process through all the swinging beams of light.
Suddenly, the garage was flooded with light. Blinking, Zach spun and tried to see if there was trouble already, but Gargo was standing beside an industrial power switch.
“The fuck, dude?” Cooper challenged.
Gargo shrugged. “Figured the dark would slow us down, and there’s no point in staying in the dark now the camera’s offline. No windows in here.”
That made sense. Everybody turned off their flashes and looked around. The garage was huge. The middle section was full of bikes in various degrees of wholeness, and a long workbench took up one side of that section. The back was full of metal shelving units, some seemingly empty and most only partially filled. Zach couldn’t make sense of what was back there; looked like a lot of random shit.
But right up front, about ten feet from the door, was the truck that the Bulls had handed off to on every Canada run for almost two years. Including a few days ago.
“Pleasegodlet it still be loaded,” Cooper muttered and went to the back. Gargo stayed near the door, being lookout, while everybody else followed Cooper.
The back doors weren’t locked. Cooper swung them both open, and they all looked.
The cargo was still there.
If the Dragons had a different buyer, they hadn’t made the exchange yet. The Bulls had made it in time.
Wearing a huge grin, Cooper turned to Zach. “Goodjob, kid!”
“Yeah, you did good,” Caleb agreed with a friendly punch to Zach’s arm. “Trusted your gut and fought for what you felt was right.”
