Page 91 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Who gives a shit? They’re a hostile force. Shoot him,” Hazard ordered.

The Venomous Fang shouted something.

“Oh, fuck this,” Tiger grumbled. “I can’t hear you, come closer. Be warned, aggression will be met with retaliation,” he boomed over the megaphone.

The Fang walked closer, his hands still above his head. When he got nearer, he yelled again.

Tiger’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “Did he just say what I think he did?”

“This day is shit,” Crunch exploded.

Skull and Grill exchanged glances. “Confirm whathe said,” Skull said.

“Bullshit! He surrenders,” Tiger said morosely.

“We could pretend we didn’t hear him and still shoot the fucker,” Crunch suggested hopefully.

“Not a bad idea,” Tiger replied, perking up.

“Shit. Look up, we got eyes on us,” Bow declared, and they glanced up and saw a helicopter heading their way.

“This fuckin’ sucks!” Tiger spat angrily.

“We surrender. We don’t want a fight, we’ll surrender to you,” the guy shouted as he walked closer.

“Drop your weapons and keep coming. When I tell you to stop, obey,” Jackal bellowed. “Everyone cover me and Misfit.”

“Woah, if anyone is going, it is me,” Tiger said.

“Pres, it’s our job to protect you. We can argue the toss later,” Jackal stated.

“It’s my job to defend the MC,” Tiger retorted.

“Whatever. Misfit you ready?” Jackal asked. “Stop right there. Be warned, any funny business and you will be shot.”

“That’s cool, dude, we didn’t wanna be here anyway. The Venomous Fangs forced a take over. Do what you need to, but we don’t want to fight. We weren’t a one-percenter club, my name is Smasher,” the man responded.

“Name like Smasher, and you ain’t one percenter?” Jackal commented.

“I’m called that because I threw a watermelon in temper once. My President called me it, and it’s myroad name,” Smasher replied.

“Keep your hands up,” Misfit ordered as Jackal began patting him down. “He’s clean.”

“Dude, we don’t want to fight. There are twenty-two of us who approached, but seventy remained behind us who all wish to surrender,” Smasher said.

“What the fuck?” Jackal exclaimed.

“This isn’t our battle, not our war, and it’s bullshit. We had to ride because they threatened our families. But from what we’ve been hearing, the assholes are falling. That’s right, ain’t it, you’re winning? Our families are safe?”

“Those attacking are losing, yeah,” Tiger replied as he stood up.

“Let my people ride up and arrest us. We do not want no bloodshed,” Smasher insisted.

“We got cuffs?” Tiger asked Crunch.

“Howser sent us all out with zip ties. The problem we got is we don’t want them staying here behind our backs, and we don’t want them close. We can’t leave our zone in case it’s a trap,” Crunch explained.

“I’ll call in.” Tiger said, as Misfit cuffed Smasher. “Earl, you here?”

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