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"I need you to take a man to Riddick's new place."
"What's the situation?" he asked.
"Ripper called me. One of his guys is dead, and two are badly injured up in Central Texas. Blow said he spoke to Snare."
"What the hell is he doing up there?"
"I have no idea, but he's not alone. He's taken Solano's daughter with him."
"Shit."
"Scope out the place and give me a call when you can. I'm heading to the clubhouse."
"Got it, Prez."
Within the hour, Scorn called me back. "Prez, this place is a mess. The bar windows are smashed, doors busted open, and Snare's apartment looks like a fucking slaughterhouse. There are bullet holes everywhere."
"Are there any bodies?"
"From what we can tell, there seemed to be. We found blood, but the bodies are gone now. And Snare’s bike is missing."
"Do you think he’s injured?"
"I'm not sure. There are no signs of a struggle, but it looks like Snare fought back based on the blood in the hallway."
“Hey, I got some footage!” Powertrain chimed in.
"What kind of footage?" I asked.
"We saw a camera across the street. We asked Hoax to input the feed. We’re on our way to show you."
It took them about twenty minutes to reach the clubhouse, and Hoax arrived shortly after. "The footage is not very clear, but I managed to get something," he said.
I lifted my head and focused intently on the screens. "Show me."
The video showed an empty street, with Riddick and Snare’s new bar across the way. The lights on the second floor were on. Powertrain fast-forwarded the feed, and we saw a shadow run across the street.
“Wait, go back. What was that?” I said.
He slowed down the footage, and we could see a scared-looking woman stumbling down the alley. I immediately recognized her as Catalina Solano.
“Do you think she was looking for Snare?” I mused.
"Maybe," Powertrain said. "Or Riddick’s Old Lady. If she's in trouble, she might be seeking help."
A few moments later, a black unmarked car pulled up to the front of the building. Three men got out, with one staying behind to keep watch under the streetlamp while the other two approached the building.
"What the hell is happening here?" I exclaimed.
"Prez, this situation doesn't look good," I said, watching the footage with concern. We couldn't hear anything, but the bright flashes of light from the second story made it clear that shots had been fired. After a few minutes, Snare walked out of the building.
"What is he doing?" Hoax asked.
We watched as Snare approached a man standing under a streetlamp. The man looked up, and Snare signaled to a girl who ran out. Then, without hesitation, Snare shot the man twice in the head and rode off on his bike.
"Rewind that," I said quietly.
We watched the footage again, but this time, I tried not to analyze it too much. It was clear that Snare had done what he had to do. I finally took a step back from analyzing it.
