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Looking over at the big burly dude, I think once again how he's better suited for forestry or perhaps logging. He's about the same size as Nyxon, but has a full-grown, bushy brown beard. His hair is long and slicked back. He's currently wearing a plaid button-down with the sleeves torn off and fitted, worn jeans paired with biker boots. The only thing about the man that doesn't screamlumberjackis the copious amounts of tattoos all over his arms and the largely stretched-out gauges in his ears.
However, his personality certainly points to him being someone who would fare well in a forest. He doesn't seem to like people what so fucking ever. He may find trees for friends suit him better.
"Lucky for us Vipe is an arrogant prick and didn't care to properly formulate a pitstop plan with us. It works in our favor. And Crusher is just a fucking idiot," Nyx mumbles as we watch both Crusher and Viper climb out of the cab, leaving the entire rig abandoned in front of a pump at the Diesel station. I expect to see them head into the Quick Store for a piss break or maybe food but am just about floored when they make a beeline for the lowly, rundown bar next door.
"You fuckin' for real? How much easier can these motherfuckers make it?" Chains cackles.
Ignoring them all, I glance back down at my laptop and scroll over to the camera feed from our location. Our vehicle is in the shot, and from the cameras, you cannot make out anything on the inside of the SUV which is essential. Not only that but we got an excellent recording of the idiots leaving the precious and pricey cargo behind in lieu of a stiff drink or shitty beer. Perfect.
We assumed that they would make a restroom break when refilling the tank and we estimated that this would be the spot they would do it, considering the tank should be pushing empty by now and this is the only and closest diesel station for 30 miles. The fact that a bar is conveniently next door is just icing on the proverbial cake.
"Dynamite just texted that everything is set up and to send word when we're ready," Chains announces. As the VP and highest-ranking member of the Sons of Satan MC that is on this mission, we have allowed him to be the primary point of contact for his men. We have had no traceable contact with anyone during this time, just to be safe.
I may be the best tech guy and hacker in the Diablos, however, I would not put it past Gus to find an outside 'consultant' when all of this blows up,literally. So we have had to make sure that we've kept up our typical correspondence on our regular cellphones, just in case we find them audited in the near future.
"Good. You ready to hop in and bail, Axe?" Nyx asks, glancing at the two biker dudes in our back seat. When the man in question doesn't respond, I look over my shoulder to find him twitching and tapping his hands nervously on his thigh. That doesn't bode well. Arching a brow in his direction, he glares at me before jerking a nod. When it's obvious that won't be reassuring enough for us, Chains steps in.
"Yeah, man, he's ready. He's always fuckin' ready. He's just missin' his baby right now," Chains says with a boisterous laugh, making the other man scoff and roll his eyes.
"Seriously? Stop thinking about your woman for the foreseeable future and get your fucking head on straight man!" Nyx snaps and slams his palm down on the steering wheel for emphasis. The big lumberjack-looking dude furrows his brows and pauses in his methodical taps to stare at Nyxon.
"The fuck?" he grunts. Pretty sure monosyllabic words and grunts are all of the sounds he can make. Chains barks out a laugh that is part mania, part creepy and it almost gives me the chills.
"He ain't got a woman. He scares all the pretty ones away. He's missin' his axe, boys, not a pussy. Though it's been so long since he's slid between a bitches thighs, I'm sure he misses that shit too." My eyes narrow on both men in confusion. That was a lot to process. Primarily, the fact that Axe, who is supposed to take over driving the rig, and diverting it to the safehouse, is unarmed. Or, without his favorite weapon, at least.
Turning back to my computer, I check the feeds once more and decide that now is the perfect time. Viper and Crusher have been in the bar for exactly 8 minutes. Enough time to settle down with a drink and be well and thoroughly distracted.
"It's time," I murmur. Nyx nods, shifting in his seat and preparing himself for what's to come. Axe throws on a black hoodie, leather jacket, and balaclava, fully disguising himself. He even adds black gloves and I have to say, he looks like a creepy motherfucker.
"Make sure to get rid of the getup before any of them see you. They are already scared enough, they don't need to see someone looking like that after everything else they've been through," I toss over my shoulder as I continue to type. All I get in response is a muffled grunt, making my eyes roll.
"Hold up, Brass is calling," Chains mumbles, before answering his phone. We pause everything and listen with bated breath, making sure that nothing is going wrong in the other SUV, which is full of people necessary for our success.
"Brass," Chains barks, as he switches to speakerphone and sets it down on the center console.
"Oh, hi boss! That you?" a loud, bouncy, almost child-like voice, rings through the phone. My eyes widen as I look up at Nyxon, a silent message passing between the two of us.What the fuck?Chains groans loudly, making the person on the other end of the phone roar with laughter. Holy shit. What is happening right now? "Yes, yes. I knew it was you. I was just kidding."
"Brass, did you need something?" The VP asks gently, almost like he's trying not to spook a bear. The laughter ends so abruptly, it's like I imagined it was ever there in the first place.
"Right, right. Did you call me?" Brass asks before a woman in the background murmurs something that I can't hear, but her voice is soft and soothing, similar to how Chains had spoken to the man. "Oh shit, that's right. Sorry boss forgot I called you. Umm, why did I call? Why did I call?"
"Brass!" Axe barks. "Hurry!"
"Was that my Axey-bear? How are ya, you big grump? Do you miss Maple Master?" he asks in a sickly sweet voice that is somehow still deep and masculine. I genuinely have no fucking idea what is going on right now.
"Who?" Axe and Chains grunt at the same time.
"Don't like that one, huh? Hmm, what about Birch-slap? Get it, like bitch but birch because well, it's an axe so like, it cuts down trees. Oh, I got it! Spruce Slicer? No! Wood Wrecker!" he pauses and breaks out in a fit of laughter before the tell-tale sign of someone being punched echoes through the phone. "Fuck! You're lucky boss says I get to kill today, otherwise, I would bleed you dry for that, Ben!"
"Who the fuck is Ben?" Chains snaps, completely fed up with the psychopath on the phone. Brass giggles like a schoolgirl before mumblingBen Dover.A chorus of groans and grunts fill the car but even if I wanted to smile, now is not the time for this shit. One glare to Chains from Nyx and the VP gets shit back in control. "Brass, I'm two seconds from hanging up on you motherfucker, so get to the goddamned point before these gangster fucks kill my ass."
"You better not touch a hair on bosses pretty head, do you hear—fuck, okay, okay, stop hitting me. Boss, I was calling to ask if it was okay that I play with the drunken deserters after Axey-bear drives off with all the sweet angel babies because I got out to take a piss and I heard lots of screaming coming from the big rig right before they jumped out of the cab. Pretty sure the hold up after they parked was because they were doing some bad shit back there and Glock said I had to get permission before I went after them."
Anger fills me at the thought of Viper and Crusher touching those women and children. Fuck, why hadn't I even thought about that being a possibility? Looking up at Nyx, I see the same anger and determination in his eyes as I feel raging through me right now.
"They need to suffer," Nyx barks. We're met with a moment's worth of silence before a loud whistle flies through the speaker.
"Man after my own fingers. We should hang out sometime. So. Permission to play, boss? I only need a few hours but if that's too much, we can always bring them home with us. Actually, yes, I would like that very much. May I have souvenirs from our little vacation, pleeeeease?" He really does sound like a man-child. Like a full-grown adult with the mind of an eight-year-old. A crazy, murderous child. Chains looks up and Nyx and I for confirmation. I shrug because I don't really give a fuck what happens to them. Nyx nods in response.
