“Yeah, but they’re trialing out this new shit. Like, truth serum. They want to try it out on one.”
“Truth serum?” I scoff, putting the weapon back into the box.
“Beast, we come from a place where that shit exists. Don’t play it off like it’s not possible.”
He has a point.
“All right, so what… we need to draw them to where?”
“To a park off State Highway Three. You pull right in, the whole road is desert and hides perfectly behind some sand dunes. It’s perfect.”
“Wait a minute… sitting there with some fucking Russians and Feds? Nah, this doesn’t feel right.”
“Trust me. This is going to work. I trust her.”
“I don’t.”
“Well then, trust me.”
“Fine. When?”
“Tomorrow. It all goes down tomorrow. Which shouldn’t be a problem considering that black SUV has been parked up down Gregory Valley Road for the past week.”
“You sure? Fuck,” I answer, pushing my hands into my pockets.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m sure they know I know, too.” He makes his way over to where I’m standing and takes out one of the AKA’s from the cargo box. “Time to blow some shit up,” he smirks, lifting the weapon into the air.
I whack his hand down. “Something still doesn’t feel right about this.”
“Remind me why we have to be there at exactly 12:01?” Ripper tenses from the back of the van we’re in as we wait for Hella to leave the house.
“Because if we all showed up at different times, that would fuck everything up. The Russians turn up and see it’s the Feds, then The Army show up, can you see how that would pan out?” Nyx replies next to him.
“Shut up. Both of you. I don’t even want to do this, something doesn’t feel right. I fucking hate the Feds,” I reply, flicking my switchblade between my fingers.
“You’re the boss, so why are we doing this?”
“Because I need these assholes off my ass without a war, so I can proceed with getting all the innocent people the fuck out of the base. Then, I can kill them all.”
“Who? The innocents? That’s a low, even for you, Beast.” Flicker laughs from the back. I shake my head. The boy needs a kick up the fucking ass sometimes.
“No Flicker, you dumb fuck. The Army. Jesus, how the fuck did you get patched in again?” Ripper answers shaking his head.
Flicker flips him off. “By fucking your mom.”
Ripper’s head snaps up, eyes narrowed. Flicker throws his hands up. “I’m kidding, bro. Fuck!”
“Fuck up, Flicker, or I’ll drop your ass back off at college.” Flicker was our prospect but got patched in a few months ago after he took one for us. He spent twelve months locked up, he patched in after he got out. He’s twenty-four. You wouldn’t guess, but the young buck can end almost anyone with one punch. I strategically placed all the men I have in my chapter. A few of them are still here from my dad’s days, but a few of them are newly patched in after I took the gavel—Flicker is one of them and so is Hannibal.
The driver’s door swings open and Hella gets in, starting the ignition. “We’re ready. Abby said no later than 12:01, she’s persistent on that.”
A growl escapes my mouth and Hella snaps his head to me. “Don’t growl at me.” He laughs, putting the gear into first. “Save that shit for the bitches.”
“I don’t like it.”
We pull down the gravel driveway until we reach the entry gates. Looking to Hella, I shake my head and push the button to open the gates. I don’t know why, but I don’t like this idea. I want my in, so that’s the only reason I’m following Hella’s lead on this. That, and because he’s never let me down before.
Sure enough, once we pull out of the compound, the Black SUV pulls up behind us, following closely. I keep my eyes locked on the mirror, looking sideways at Hella.
The drive there is silent and we keep it at a slow, consistent speed. Once we hit the turn-off, Hella pulls in off the road and the SUV looks to hesitate for a second.
“Come on,” Hella urges keeping his speed maintained while his eyes stay locked in the rear vision mirror and the road ahead of him. Once the SUV begins following us again, we all let out a breath of air. Because the dust is causing smoke to rise up outside from our speed, you can hardly see anything. Once Hella swings around a tight bended corner, I look to the time to see 12:01 exactly and the van comes to a halt. Silence fills the atmosphere, every hair I have on my body stands to attention along with my senses.