Chapter 24 #2
The last thing we needed was for them to get into it here. We only had so long before we needed to get our asses out of here.
Hush looked over at Rip. "You good?"
"Yeah, we're heading up and left," he replied.
Hush gave me a questioning look.
"Up and right. Last door on the left," I told him.
We moved quickly and quietly. The sound of something shattering and angry voices made us pause on the back set of stairs that the employees used. Trask was exactly the kind of man who wouldn't want the guests seeing the lowly servants as they scurried around like busy ants, doing his bidding.
"Oh!"
I looked up and there at the top of the stairs was a woman, carrying a silver tray.
"Who are- Oh!" She leaned back against the doorframe as Toxic put his arm on the frame above her head.
"Hey, Doll," he said with a smile. Her eyes were wide, but her lips were beginning to tilt upward.
"There's no time for this," Demo hissed.
"Give him a minute," Hush ordered. "If it keeps her quiet, we have time."
Toxic leaned in and whispered something in the woman's ear.
A giggle split the air and all I could do was roll my eyes.
Toxic's appeal to the ladies would forever be a mystery.
He told them exactly what he was, and they ate it up, and asked for more.
Not that I gave a shit. I already had mine.
As long as he didn't set his sights that way he could fuck whoever he wanted.
"Hurry up," I hissed.
Toxic winked and gave her a peck on the cheek. "We'll continue this later."
The woman smiled and nodded, then hurried down the stairs, giving us as much space as she could.
"What'd you tell her?" Demo asked, a look of amusement on his face.
"Told her we were going to rob the place and would she like to meet up for a drink after?"
We all chuckled and split up at the top of the stairs. More yelling from downstairs floated up to us. "Looks like they're keeping everyone busy alright," Priest said. "Let's get this shit planted and get out before the cops show up."
Hush pushed open the door and I was glad to see that Trask had followed Lock and Cypher out. We needed him to have no idea how the drugs got into his office for this to work.
"We need somewhere the cops would look, but not a place Trask will find first," Butcher said, looking around.
"Not exactly a lot of options," Scythe replied, also searching the room. "Bathroom's the only place."
It was a half bath, with only a toilet and a vanity. It didn't surprise me Trask didn't want to shit where the others did. "Under the sink," I told them.
"Only option," Hush muttered.
We quickly unloaded the drugs and then shut the cabinet door. I closed the bathroom door behind us. "Don't touch that," I snapped at Toxic as he started to grab something off the desk. "If it looks like someone was in here he's going to do a search."
Toxic shrugged and pulled his hand back. "Fine. Shit. What's got your panties in a bunch?"
"Oh I don't know," I said in a low voice. "Maybe I don't want to be caught with enough coke to send me to prison for the rest of my life."
"You really need to get your dick wet," he suggested. "You're always in a bad mood." He shot me a grin, opening his mouth to make some crack.
"Not now," Priest said, grabbing him by the neck and pushing him forward. "You can fuck with him later."
"Butcher," Hush said, voice a warning.
Both he and Scythe were looking down the hallway.
"We could help the others," Scythe offered.
"You're just hoping to run into someone so you can kick their ass," Hell pointed out.
"The point of this," Priest replied, "is to get in and out unseen. We already fucked that up."
"Don't worry, Rina won't tell anyone she saw us," Toxic said, leaning back against the wall as though he was bored.
"You had time to get her name?" Hell asked.
"Of course-"
"Downstairs," Hush said. "Get ready to get the fuck out of here. It's getting quiet down there."
He was right. I didn't hear yelling anymore. Shit. That was our cue.
"We should wait for them," Butcher insisted. Scythe nodded.
When those two were agreeing, something bad was seconds away from happening.
"No. We stick to the plan, get your asses downstairs," Hush ordered, glaring at them both.
They went, unhappy as fuck, but they went. I was just climbing out the window when I heard something behind me. The knot in my chest relaxed when Rip and the others ran in and closed the door. "Time to go," he whispered.
We made it out of the building and paused at the corner.
The bikes parked outside the building were gone, which meant Lock and the others had left.
We waited until the security guards gave up and went back inside.
We ran over to where our bikes and the van were parked and wasted no time in getting the fuck out of there.
We pulled into a store parking lot nearby and stopped next to the others. They were grinning.
"How'd it go?" Lock asked.
"No problems on our end," Hush said.
"I erased all the footage. Cops shouldn't be able to trace this back to us," Rip replied.
"Fremont will know," Ricochet pointed out.
"He will," Lock said, "but there isn't shit he can do about it yet." He nodded to me. "Do it."
I pulled a burner phone out of my pocket and punched in a number. Holding up my hand to quiet the group, I listened as it rang.
"Officer Torres."
"I have an anonymous tip for you."
"Okay. What's your name?"
"Anonymous, dumbass," I told him. I explained to him that Trask was using the country club as a way to move drugs.
"You're...sure of this?" David asked.
"Positive. I wouldn't wait too long to check it out, though. They don't sit on that shit for long."
"Alright, just a few more quest-"
I hung up the phone and dropped it on the ground. The sound of plastic breaking was satisfying as I ground it under my boot.
Riptide sighed, and picked the phone up, glaring at me. "That doesn't do shit, you know." He pocketed the phone. "I'll take care of it. Next time just give it to me."
"Now we wait," Cypher said.
"How long?" Smoke asked. "What?" he said when everyone looked at him. "I have to take a piss."
"Go inside then," Cynic suggested and pointed at the store.
"Or go behind the dumpster," Warrant said, pointing toward one.
Everyone settled in to wait and see if our plan worked. If Torres did his job, this was the beginning of the end.