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"You need to make the extraction quick and it needs to be off-camera. Keep it clean, leave nothing and no traces behind. Let us know if you successfully take them so we can build it into our cover story," I state. "Now, we have to go. Everyone be ready. We are wasting valuable time. One minute from the time Chains hangs up, start the clocks." With that, the line goes dead, Chains messages Dynamite, and the show is on.
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Less than a minute later, four people decked out in all black with matching balaclavas and semi-automatic weapons barrel toward our SUV and begin to unleash a spray of bullets on our driver's side. No one would ever know they are rubber bullets that hit hard enough to dent the side of the SUV but not enough to bust through the windows.
At the same time that our vehicle is essentially under attack, Axe rolls out of the back passenger door, keeping low to the ground as he makes his way to the rig.
I formulate a perfect glitch in the camera system at the exact moment that Glock, the only masked attacker with a real weapon, hits the camera directly above the rig. We had to make sure that even if he missed, there was still evident damage to the camera itself and Gus would expect nothing less than for me to be able to hack into another camera or somehow gain access to a new view, never losing sight of the rig.
The gap in time is less than a minute, but it's enough for Axe to haul ass, removing the rig and getting as far away from the station as possible. Less than ten seconds from the time that he's pulled out and an identical big rig is pulling into the exact spot, being driven by Dynamite. He hops out, also wearing an all-black outfit, wielding another semi-automatic. He runs toward the station, clearing it out and making sure no one else is around.
Looking across the parking lot, I see that the few people who were around fled the moment the first shots were fired. I'm sure local law enforcement has been called, meaning we need to hurry this along.
"Ready?" Nyx grunts. I nod, setting my laptop on the center console and preparing my pellet gun.
Fuck, this is going to suck.
I jump out of the front passenger side of the Escalade and take a few shots at our 'attackers', creating a distraction. The larger two charge me, giving Nyx his opening to hop out of the driver's seat. His gun is drawn and he wastes no time taking down the two smaller attackers who we know are the MC women. Nyx also has fake bullets and they are both wearing protective gear but their acting skills don't fail us. They both take his shots and drop to the ground like a sack of shit.
The two men, Glock and Brass, barrel toward me, dropping their weapons and preparing for a fight. Nyx interjects right before they reach me and we fall into a well-planned out fist fight, taking punches and preparing ourselves to be well and truly beat the fuck up. Our fight doesn't last long before we press forward, gaining the high ground.
When both men are struggling to stay upright, Nyx pulls his gun and takes one of them down, while I take out the other. Four assailants on the ground, one big rig replaced with an empty replica and we're ready for the big send-off. Both of us glance toward each other, a million things being said between the space of one moment to the next.
A subtle nod from me and we both take a step toward the rig, signaling Dynamite's final job.
The big rig explodes in a perfectly planned and brilliantly executed ball of fire. The blast isn't enough to do serious damage to us from this distance but it is enough to throw us on our asses and shake us around. Dynamite did his task brilliantly. We needed something big enough to set the entire rig aflame, but not too large in case there were innocent people milling about.
Hopefully, he took care of everyone inside and cleared them out with the rouse of a robbery.
The explosion gives us the time we need to gather our five masked friends and toss them into the back of the Escalade. The cameras will have been damaged due to the explosion but we've covered our asses enough that it's going to look exactly how we need it to. We've even paid off the local sheriff and coroner to follow our cover story. They both agreed for a hefty check along with the proof that we were indeed saving these people.
Once we're all settled in the SUV, we take off before the rest of the authorities or first responders show up. Nyx drives for a few minutes before circling back and dropping our friends off where their second vehicle is waiting for them. Half of them will head back to Orange County and the other half will follow after the rig, stopping at a checkpoint an hour east from here.
The women will get in the back of the rig and help how and where they can. Their vehicle is fully stocked with food, clothing, blankets, and first aid supplies. Glock and Axe will switch back and forth as drivers until they make it to the safehouse in Idaho. If everything goes well, we should get an update by this time tomorrow.
"Alright, alright, yes. We will go get them right now," Chains soothes who I can only assume is Brass by his placating voice. "Stone, the fuckups are still in the bar right? I'm guessin they are there hiden out?"
"Yep," I affirm, checking the cameras at the bar once again. People ran out to see what was going on, but Viper and Crusher stayed hidden like the pussies they are.
"Shit, I am so fucking hard right now," Brass groans. My head shoots to the backseat where I find him with his literal cock out as he aggressively jacks off.
"What the fuck!" I shout, making him stall and tilt his head in my direction. He's still wearing the fucking balaclava and it makes the sight of him even creepier.
"What? Did you want to watch or something? Was I supposed to tell you guys I was pullin' my meat? Oh, this is like one of those circle-jerk situations, isn't it? It's totally fine with me if you need to let out some sludge too. I get it, man. After a big boom like that, everyone needs to get a little randy."
My mouth drops open as I gape at this guy. Who and the hell is he and why is he still in my vehicle? I simply cannot tell if he's being serious right now but something tells me he is and this is just him.
Jesus bless whatever poor sop he decides he wants to love someday. They are utterly screwed.
"Get the fuck out!" Nyx barks, his face a mask of complete horror. "And keep your jizz inside your balls until you're out of my car!"
I can tell Brass is pouting even beneath the mask but with a slap on the back of his head from Chains, he reluctantly puts his dick away and gets the hell out. Everyone follows suit and soon, it's just Nyx and me.
The silence in the SUV is almost overwhelming after all of that. Months and months of planning and finally, it's done.
"Holy shit, did we just pull that off?" Nyx murmurs before turning a massive grin toward me. I can't help the smile that takes over my face. We sit for a few minutes, reveling in our success before a somber mood fills the car.
"Now, we just have to hope that the Sons of Satan pull through for us. We're not out of the woods until those people are safe and hidden for good."
