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“We have two on the move now. All live. They loaded up eight duffle bags. Colt said he heard whimpering out of some of the bags,”Smoke replies.
“Meet back at the car,” I tell them all.
I try to keep my steps light as we backtrack, but it’s hard with how pissed off I am.
Eighteen women.
And that’s only if there was only one woman per bag. There could be more if some of them held children, but aside from Lindsey, we didn’t see any other children in the pictures.
There must be a basement or something where they’re holding the women, since neither Lex nor Punisher mentioned them in the upstairs rooms.
Fuck, I can’t wait to find out where these fuckers are taking the women.
Back in town, we’re finishing up a quick lunch that we grabbed from a fast-food place when Smoke grunts from next to me.
“Trackers stopped and they aren’t too far away. If the maps are accurate, they’re still on Mae’s land. They’re near a clearing,” he says.
“Do you think that could be where those Oasis fuckers are hiding?” Reaper asks.
“Possibly. If we can get close, I could fly a drone out and take some pictures.”
“Won’t they be able to hear it?” Dragon asks and Smoke shakes his head.
“No, this new prototype I made barely makes a sound. The only way they’d be able to hear it was if they were in the tree next to it.”
He reaches under his seat and pulls out a silver briefcase. Unlocking it, he pulls out the drone that’s no bigger than Mae’s palm and a remote. He turns it on and has it hover over the console.
“Fuck, that’s some good shit, man,” Bear says and I have to admit he’s right. You can only hear a slight whisper from it.
“Let’s check in with Thor, but my vote is we launch it,” Reaper says as he digs his phone out to call Thor and update him. Minutes later, we’re on the road following Smoke’s directions.
About ten minutes later, Smoke has us stop on the side of the road. He rolls down his window, and the drone flies out. I look over his shoulder, watching the laptop screen as the drone flies closer.
“Fuck,” I grind out when the homestead comes into view, along with the three cars we saw earlier.
“No shit. And these two that just pulled up are the ones we tracked.”
The woman stays in the car, but Bruce leads the men toward the back of the property and Smoke carefully follows behind them with the drone. They stop at a worn-down shed.
“This here will be the perfect spot to secure those two bitches and that brat. Especially since those two imbeciles must have been captured because we haven’t been able to get in touch with either of them. As a result, we’re running low on our special sedative,” Bruce spits as he enters and the door closes after the last one goes in.
“Fuck, I can’t follow them. It’s too close and they’ll see it or hear it. Though I can switch it to night mode and the color of the drone will fade to black.”
“Hover there for now, unless you can have it land somewhere safe.”
Smoke nods and lands it on a large branch hanging over the shed. He maneuvers it around in a circle to get a better idea of the layout.
There’s nothing on three sides other than bramble and thick trees.
A few minutes later, the men reemerge, chuckling darkly to themselves.
“Yes, this will be perfect, my friend. We will watch them for you while you deal with those pests and the bitch,” one of the male homesteaders says as he chuckles.
Bruce suddenly whirls on him, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him against a nearby tree. “That bitch is to be my wife when I get rid of that biker trash. Do not speak about her that way,” he snarls.
The man visibly pales and nods. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. My mistake. It won’t happen again, sir.”
“See that it doesn’t,” Bruce says before releasing him and turning toward the clearing. “Unload the cargo. We leave immediately.”
