Page 20 of Generation Lost

“Me? What the ‘feck are ya doin’ to your women here? She looks like she did as a kid when I knew her.”

“You’re so sweet, Conor. Isn’t he sweet, Whiskey?” Whiskey gave a wink to Conor.

“Yeah, so sweet.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“So, they’re choosing spots near the docks that they can build a casino on, run their dirty money, drugs, and women through, but, more importantly, own that section of the docks to unload and load weapons. It doesn’t really matter who lives there, seniors, millennials, or the Rockettes. Is that right?” asked Nine.

“We think that’s right,” nodded Seamus.

“I don’t suppose you have a relationship with any of these families,” said Ghost.

“I no longer run in their circles,” smirked Conor. “I’m what you lads call on the fringes. I hear and see things but typically don’t engage with them.”

“Rafe, you, Gabe, Baptiste, Vince, and Bull make some calls. Find out what the government knows about this, if anything. See if they have a plan in motion or if this is going to be dumped in our lap. We’ve already pissed them off. We might as well go big,” said Gaspar.

“If you’re willin’ to go big, lads, I might have something else for you.”

“Don’t keep us waiting,” said Nine. “You know we’ll be all in.”

“Well, I know you lads got all your fancy flying machines, and you’re makin’ fancy weapons of your own, for the good of man and all,” he smirked. “But what if I knew where one of the weapons plants was located.”

“Conor, you sly leprechaun,” smirked Nine. “Where the fuck is it?”

“Neshkan. Russia. Awful close to your beautiful state of Alaska,” said Conor. “I’m goin’ to bet your geeky lads and their fancy machines could find it…”

“Got it,” said Code, smiling at the man.

“How do ‘ye bastards get to that so quick?”

“Magic,” smiled Code. “It’s well hidden, but if I had to bet, what’s beneath all that concrete is weapons manufacturing. See the huge steel doors. They built this into the side of a mountain. Well hidden, secure, and if anything is nuclear, it’s undetectable if they’ve fortified the structure.”

“Keep an eye on that damn place,” said Gaspar. “Doug? Can I ask you and Chipper to take this one?”

“You don’t have to ask me,” smiled Chipper. “It’ll be like the old days. Only this time, I know for sure they won’t see me coming.”

“I’m in,” smiled Doug. “It’ll be good to drop a few bombs.”

“How populated is the area?” asked Nine.

“Almost none,” said Code. “Also, that mountain is manmade. Most of what’s there is sandy, so you can bet if we blow it, the whole thing will fall in.”

“Watch it. All of it. I want to know if people are going in and out of there, and if they do, what are they wearing, carrying, and if anything comes out of there, I want to know what it is.”

“Will do,” said Code, nodding at his boss.

“I don’t think there’s much else we can do here. The boys are watching Grant and his team to be sure the Rizzolis don’t get a stupid idea, but so far, they’ve stayed back. Of course, Grant’s team is all carrying weapons and even sleeping on the property,” smirked Gaspar.

“Then let’s eat,” said Ghost. “Conor’s got a date.”

“Aw, feck off,” he grinned.

It was a true statement. Annie stepped inside the cafeteria and immediately caught sight of the handsome older man with the beautiful Irish lilt. He blushed, waving at her, and then turned to see his grandson smiling at him.

“It’s alrigh’, Granddad. Granny’s been gone a while now. You deserve a companion, and she’s lovely. Helped all those poor people.”

“Thank you, Seamus.” He stood, walking toward the woman, and held out a hand. “Lovely to see you again, Miss Annie.”

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