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Rael was right - not only wasHighway Six desolate and lonely, but it had an eerie presence that made us all feel like we were being watched.
The rideinto the desert was tense, with the sun just starting to rise and provide enough light to see the tracks that veered off the road. We stopped multiple times, but each time, we came up empty.
It wasn't until we were midway through the desert that Macabre abruptly veered his bike off the road. Scorn, Jigsaw, Riddick, and I quickly followed, with each of us taking strategic positions. I knew firsthand the destructive power of Jigsaw, and the memory of the scars he left on my arms made me shudder with fear and anger.
Macabre led us to a property that was in the middle of nowhere. We shut off our engines and quickly scanned the grounds. With the sun beginning to rise and soon beaming down on us, we had to act fast.
“Alright,” Jameson said, getting off his bike and gathered us up as we pulled up. “According to Hoax, this place is an abandoned slaughterhouse.”
“Ah, hell,” Scorn whispered.
“Do we know how many guards they have?” Riddick asked.
Jameson nodded. “There’s at least half a dozen armed men guarding the place.”
“You’re boy could see that?” Jigsaw asked, amazed.
Jameson glanced at Macabre who pointed at the device in his hand. “Heat sensors.”
“Well, shit.” Jigsaw uttered. “I’mm need me one of those.”
I could feel my anxiety rising at the thought of going up against that many men, but I pushed it down and focused on the task at hand.
“We need a distraction,” Scorn chimed in. “Something to draw their attention away from the warehouse.”
“Maybe we could start a fire,” Macabre suggested. “Somewhere on the other side of the building.”
Jameson considered this. “It could work. It would draw away some of their resources.”
“Then we go in,” I said, feeling a surge of determination. “We hit them hard and fast, and we get out.”
“Agreed,” Jameson said. “But we have to be careful. We don't want to start a war with the cartels.”
We all nodded in agreement.
“Search the premises, don’t leave any stone unturned. Riddick and I will go left, Jigsaw and Macabre go right. Snare, I want you to be the look out.”
“Fuck no, I’m coming with you.”
“Not with your limp ass, you’re not. You’ll only slow us down. If we see anything we’ll let you know.”
“Fuck!”
“Quiet down,” Macabre uttered, staring back at me.
I watched as they dispersed. The morning rays hadn’t quite reached us yet and they were able to approach while still in the shadows. Our earpieces connected us, and although I couldn’t be with them, I could hear everything they were saying.
“There,” Macabre’s voice came through. “There’s the ambulance.”
“Fuck, this place is a dump,” Riddick stated.
“Ugh, it smells rancid,” Jigsaw uttered.
“Like death?” Macabre responded.
I took my weapon out and continued to stay on the lookout. Making sure no one surprised us.
"Can you get inside?" Scorn inquired of Riddick.
