Page 60 of Embracing the Consequences

“No,” Marcos said, feeling confident in his truce with Johnny.

A moment later, a blacked-out cargo van rolled up beside them, and Johnny opened the driver’s door.

“What do we know?” Marcos asked as the three of them climbed out of the van. His deep voice sounded loud in the now-silent night. They could only hope there were no cameras this far out from the warehouse that Johnny’s surveillance team had scoped out.

“The big building in the middle has been fitted with a state-of-the-art security system; lots of upgrades have been made,” Johnny said. “Our guy was able to hack in. She’s there.” Johnny’s voice was thick with emotion.

Marcos swallowed down his rage. “We should have brought in more backup.”

Johnny shook his head immediately. “No. This is personal.”

Marcos glared at the man. “Yeah, but we need backup. This shit is high-tech, I thought the fucking Las Serpientes were some punk-ass street gang.”

“Scared, Candela?” Devil taunted.

Marcos glared. “No. Just not fuckin’ stupid,” he shot back.

Devil’s smirk turned into a sneer. The dim light played off the planes of his face, giving him a sinister air. “I’d like to see them once Mayhem gets a hold of ’em.”

Marcos looked over at Johnny, who was already moving away from the group. “What’s the plan?”

Johnny walked to the back of the van and pulled open the doors. “We go in, guns blazing,” he called over his shoulder. He opened a heavy black cargo container that was about four feet by two by two. Marcos shook his head when Johnny popped the lid.

It was full of assault rifles.

“Well shit,” Dagger breathed out.

“I knew you guys were into weapons…but damn,” Stone muttered.

Marcos could only stare in disbelief. There would have been no way the Psychos could have won a war against the Ravager Knights. Buckley had been out of his mind. Marcos shook his head and moved in to grab a nine-millimeter tactical rifle. He checked the scope and smiled when he saw the LED sights. “Very nice,” he muttered.

Kevin laughed, reaching over to switch something on, on the scope. A green LED laser was pointed inside the van. “No need to get fancy. Just aim and shoot tonight.” Kevin nodded.

“Alright boys, let’s roll out. We’ve got Welder and Hotrod on standby, but let’s hope we don’t need them,” Johnny said and started walking away.

Devil and Rockstar chuckled and followed their leader.

Marcos shared a look with Stone and Dagger. Stone shook his head, and Dagger laughed softly before he reached for his own weapon. Dagger was a crazy bastard most days, so something like going in guns blazing was right up his alley.

Marcos pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Axel with their address.

Marcos

Be prepared to back us up if needed.

Axel

Got it.

Simple and to the point. Axel would show up with Blaze and Phoenix and would wait until they were needed.

Thankfully Johnny had his own fail-safe in place, just in case.

The six of them were quiet as they stealthily circled the buildings. “My guy is in their feed and covering our tracks,” Johnny muttered over his shoulder to Marcos. “Stay close to the building.”

Johnny, Derrick, and Kevin moved as a unit, as if they had trained for this. Marcos assumed they probably had. The three of them had been special forces at one time, had done rescue missions like this one probably a hundred times.

Marcos had never served in the military; he hadn’t wanted to be so far away from Kara. She needed him. He let Johnny and his guys take point and listened to their directions as they moved around the compound.

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