Chapter Seven #3
I thought about his question, thinking about all the intel we got over the last couple of days. Ballistic made me see the bigger picture, to learn how to use what we know. Omen was a good start, but he didn’t have what we needed. After meeting with Ranger, there was something we did have.
Raising my head and turning to my best friend, I said, “Mace.”
War contemplated a minute, then he took out his phone and dialed. I drank my beer waiting him out. He hung up and glanced at me. “No answer.”
“Did you seriously just call him?”
He tapped out a text message and shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
He’d barely set the phone down beside him when it rang.
I lifted my brows as he raised his head with a shocked expression but when he turned the phone over he was disappointed.
“Kansas,” he said, as he answered the call.
“Hey, what have you got?” War got up and indicated for me to move.
“Where?” he headed for the door, and I followed grabbing my keys as I passed the table.
I re-set the alarm and locked up as we headed to our bikes.
“Good job, kid…. No, not yet. Let me and Hustle go check it out. I’ll call Dirt once we’re sure.
” War grabbed my helmet as he passed my bike and tossed it to me, before grabbing his and getting on his bike.
“There’s an industrial estate near Fredon Township.
He’s traced ownership of a building down there to the Kingsmen’s Sargent-At-Arms, Mad Hog. ”
“Mad Hog? I thought some of our names were fucked up.”
“Fucked up? We’re creative and personal when it comes to our road names, asshole.
Mad Hog doesn’t even make sense,” he grunted as he started his bike.
“Kansas checked the local cameras when he knew it was theirs and there’s been some activity, not a lot but people have definitely come and gone over the last twenty-four hours, the rest of the place has been quiet. Let’s go check it out.”
It didn’t take long to get there but we left our bikes hidden a little way back so we could go in on foot and not give ourselves away. There were a number of buildings around but everywhere was quiet, no cars, everything seemed shut up. It helped the sky was darkening.
The place was set in grassy slopes and forests and there was a high fence surrounding the whole area.
We waited until Kansas texted to say he’d disabled the security cameras at the entrance to the estate for us, then moved quietly through the buildings until we got to the one on the far-left side.
Staying slightly uphill of the large building, we crouched down behind some dumpsters and watched.
After about fifteen minutes a guy came out of a side door ahead of us.
He walked around, his eyes scanning the area, like he was looking out for something.
I exchanged a quick look with War wondering if Kansas had fucked up and there was a camera on us, when a girl in high heels wobbled out of the door, then got on her knees in front of him, we knew there wasn’t.
“If that’s their lookout they’re fucking stupider than I thought,” War hissed.
“Recognize him?”
“No, but he’s wearing a Kingsmen cut. We need to get a closer look.”
Before he could get up, I grabbed his sleeve. “Should we call Dirt, or Ballistic? I want to do things on our own but look at this place, there could be way more people in there than we think. We’d be completely outmanned and outgunned.”
War looked like he didn’t want to even consider waiting but I was right. He didn’t call Dirt like I thought he would, he called Kansas and asked him to let them know the details and to watch out for us. I could hear Kansas whining down the phone, but War just hung up on him.
“They’re gonna be at least twenty minutes getting down here,” War said, rising from his crouch and flattening his back against the wall to peer around it. I got up and stood behind him.
“The whole point of calling was to have back up,” I point out.
“She could be in there. You wanna sit out here waiting for them or go find out.”
He had a point. I glanced at the building in front of us. The guy had turned around and had the girl up against the side of the building. She was still down on her knees, he had one hand on the wall and the other on her head. He was viciously thrusting his hips into her face.
War turned angry eyes to me and before I could stop him, he moved out from behind our hiding spot. He didn’t even try to hide, but he moved quickly and quietly and the Kingsmen didn’t know what the fuck hit him when War smashed his gun into the back of his head.
He dropped like a sack of shit, the girl on the ground fell on her ass, there was spit running all over her chin, her eyes huge as she looked up.
She was about to open her mouth to scream when War casually pushed his gun into her half open mouth.
She whimpered and held her hands up, her eyes like saucers.
She was fucking terrified, but it was effective, because she shut up, big fat tears welled in her eyes as they darted from War to the guy on the ground then back to him.
I didn’t think she even knew I was standing here.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t blow your brains all over the side of this building.”