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Axle was going to stop them, but he knew it was a lost cause. Outside of the club, Trick was their brother. There was no way in hell they wouldn’t be there, but he wasn’t sending them alone.
“Thanks, Ordys. We’re sending backup.”
“No problem. Me and my crew are staying on hand to do what we can, but we will be attempting to maintain our covers.”
“Got it.”
Axle ended the call and looked to Ranger. “I need you there for your training, both military and medical.”
“Done,” Ranger said and rounded the bar. Axle knew he was grabbing his medical go bag from the office.
“I’m going, too,” Skull stated. “Just in case, I don’t think we should take too much manpower from here, though.”
“Agreed. Between them and the four of you, I think you can cover it. If not, get them the fuck out of there.”
Skull nodded his bald head, and when Ranger returned from the office with a large backpack on, they left together on their bikes. They might not make it in time, but they would try like hell.
Axle let out a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead. He didn’t know what in the hell Trick was thinking, but a two-man attack was not what he meant when he said gather intel.
He tried calling Trick, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Fuck,” Axle growled.
Stiletto
They had decided the armory was the most important thing to secure, because if you control the weapons, you control the battle. When Stiletto was at the academy, they didn’t keep a lot of weapons scattered throughout the grounds. The guards were armed, and they had training weapons in the training facilities, but the real weapons and ammunition were kept in the armory until they were needed for a mission.
After parking on the dirt road they had used before, Trick and Stiletto made their way through the woods to the gate. Trick tried the code, and they were both surprised when it actually worked. He cursed them for not changing the code more often, since that was basic common sense for security procedures. She couldn’t say she disagreed with the overbearing, hard-headed idiot.
After pulling her ball cap onto her head, Stiletto went to step through, but she was stopped by Trick putting his arm out.
“I’ll go first,” he said in a low voice, and Stiletto wanted to smack him upside his head as he walked through the gate.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I’m just a girl,” she grumbled as she followed him.
She saw him turn and give her a glare, but she ignored him, pulling her gun from the holster at her hip and scanning the trees. She wished she had night vision goggles, but apparently, Mr. Know-it-all forgot that Stiletto didn’t have the vision of a predatory animal.
Pushing aside her complaints about his supplies, she flanked him as he picked a path through the trees. It really was unfair that he was so damn sexy, when that came with a large amount of alpha attitude.
She rolled her eyes and focused on her surroundings. Who was she kidding? If he didn’t lean toward alpha, she wouldn’t want anything to do with him.
At a slow, but steady pace, they made their way south through the trees and stopped when they were thirty yards from the back of the armory, looking at the north side of the long rectangular building, painted in greens and browns for camouflage. After watching for any hunters, and having none show their faces, Trick turned to her and whispered, “Just like we discussed. You take the back door. I’ll take the front. When you get to the door, give the signal and count to ten before you kick it in.”
“I know the plan,” she growled low.
He shook his head, but he didn’t say anything before he headed around the side of the armory and toward the front. As he did that, she made her way toward the back door a few feet from the northeast corner of the building, taking her time.
When she reached it, she did a quick check around the side of the building to make sure no one was there before she pressed her back to the wall to the right of the door, and made the quick clicking sound. It was returned a moment later, then the counting began.
Ten. Nine.
Deep breathing. Scanning the woods.
Eight. Seven.
Deep, even breaths to combat the adrenaline building in her system.
Six. Five.
