Page 92 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Report, Tiger,” Earl replied.

“I’ve got prisoners, the Fangs surrendered rather than attack,” Tiger reported grumpily.

“Wonderful. They must have learned of your reputation and shit themselves. Clearly, your allies aren’t as scary,” Earl stated.

Huh. Tiger liked that thought. It did not soothe the feeling of getting cheated, but it helped. Smasherclaimed they didn’t want to fight. Maybe Earl was on to something.

“Problem we have is we can’t hold one hundred prisoners here,” Tiger explained.

“Hold on, Tiger, I do believe an ally has created a makeshift prison,” Earl replied. The radio went quiet, and Tiger kept a sharp eye on Smasher.

“Yes, please contact Scythe. The Devil’s Scythe are handling all prisoners,” Earl announced when he returned.

“Thanks man,” Tiger said and called into Scythe on a different channel.

“What’s up, Tiger?” Scythe asked seconds later.

“I’ve got around a hundred prisoners. But can’t leave my zone,” Tiger stated.

“Nice. The Satan’s Warriors scared the pants off them! I can send Bishop, Spawn, Saint, and Renegade with a transport… move, I dare ya. Any move you make, I’ll shoot.” Scythe warned someone.

Tiger snorted in amusement. Scythe sounded as pissed off as Tiger had felt.

“Hang fire, Tiger…” Scythe said and was interrupted by a gunshot.

“Scythe!” Tiger called, alarmed.

“…Fuckin’ told ya, and no, we don’t got a medic. Suffer you raging asshole.”

“You shot him?” Tiger demanded, amused.

“Fucker was warned,” was Scythe’s reaction.

Tiger began to laugh. “What’s your transport’s capacity?”

“Twenty if they’re crammed in. Fuck human rights,”Scythe stated.

“Okay, bud, I’ll bring them in and make the rest wait until the truck returns,” Tiger said and hung up.

He grabbed the megaphone and called out. “Surrender in groups of twenty. Leave your bikes there. Approach one at a time and, drop all weapons, and be prepared to be zip-tied. Any aggression will be met with return fire, and there’ll be no more talk of surrender. You will die.”

Crunch looked disgusted, but Tiger shrugged. What else could they do?

Scythe

“Stop your blathering,” Scythe snapped at the man he’d shot. The fucker kept trying to break out of his zip ties. Now, he had something else to worry about.

“You shot me!”

“I got your leg. I could shoot elsewhere and shut you up if you want?” Scythe asked.

“You can’t treat me like this. I’m a prisoner, I’ve got rights,” the asshole continued.

“Guess you didn’t get the memo. The Chief of Police declared you home grown terrorists. As terrorists, you got no fuckin’ rights in my eyes. You and your band of assholes came here to take what ain’t yours. Instead, you’re getting your asses handed to ya, and you wanna stand here and cry like a bitch. Get over it, asshole.”

“I’ll come for you,” the guy threatened.

Scythe got his gun back out, and he shut the fuck up. His VP Tinker grinned.

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