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“We need to draw them out of town,” Priest said, looking around. “Not many people here, but enough that we don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“We could go start some shit,” Hellfire offered, motioning to himself, Smoke, and Ricochet.

“Best if they know who they’re dealing with, so they’re more likely to follow,” Toxic added with a nod.

I studied the bikes, then looked over at Hellfire. “You get in, then get the fuck out. Don’t stick around. I don’t want-”

The boom gave me fucking flashbacks so damn vivid I flinched. Jerking my head, I watched as one of the trucks went up in a blaze of fucking glory, and there was Butcher. He pulled the pin on a second grenade and we all watched in horrified fascination as it rolled under the second truck.

The truck exploded, taking whatever supplies they were bringing with it, as Butcher stuck his hands in his pockets and walked back across the street toward us, as though he didn’t have a care in the goddamn world.

Scowling at Toxic, I said, “You were supposed to be watching him.”

Toxic shrugged. “Iwaswatching him. Watched him grab two grenades and walk across the street…”

Butcher strolled up as the bikers came swarming out of the convenience store attached to the gas station. “That’ll teach them not to leave a guard with the vehicles. What is this? Fucking amateur hour over here?”

Sighing, I shook my head. “On your bike, Butcher.”

One of the men stepped close to the curb, glaring at us as Toxic raised his two hands, giving the guy a two fingered salute.

I couldn’t exactly bitch Butcher out. He’d just solved a couple of our problems. Though it wasn’t subtle, he’d gotten their attention, and taken out whatever they’d been bringing with them for Hangman.

Motorcycles roared to life as five men rushed around, trying to figure out what to do about their burning cage rides. “Hell, Smoke, Ricochet, peel off after a mile or two and circle back,” I ordered. “Take those five out and make sure there’s nothing leftof those trucks. Get a hold of Rip. See what he needs to do about any cameras in the area.”

Lordsburg was a small town, only a little over two thousand people. Still didn’t mean there weren't security cameras on that convenience store. I didn’t want the cops pounding on my door after this.

“Sure thing,” Hell said.

“Will do,” Smoke called out.

Ricochet grinned as we all started our bikes and gunned it out of town.

Looking over my shoulder, I let the grim satisfaction settle over me as I saw the LoS chasing us. This was going to be fun.

Slowing my speed, I took a small two track dirt road that went south toward the Pyramid Mountains. The mountain range was only about three miles away and there weren’t any developments near them. The hacker twins and Rip had decided that would be the perfect place for this to go down.

It was slow going and rough on our bikes, but that meant the fuckers behind us would struggle, too. Once we were ready, we’d let them catch up and the fight would be on. They had no idea what they were in for. None of the chapters of the LoS were former military, like us. They were just shit bags who liked to take people from their families and sell them halfway around the world.

This particular group was about to pay for their fucking sins. I was going to make sure of that.

CHAPTER 35

Lockout

“You think this is goin’ to lure Hangman out?” Hush asked, as we hid behind some rocks.

Glancing up as a shower of debris rained down on us, I watched as Priest, Idaho, and Pyre made their way up to high ground. They were going to be sniping as many of these motherfuckers as they could for us.

“Yeah,” I replied, looking back at Hush. “I don’t think he’s going to keep hiding, letting his men die. He’s going to have to come deal with us himself.”

“Makes sense,” he said with a nod.

“According to this shit,” Toxic said, reading his phone—the hacker twins and Rip were sending the information to all of us, not just me, “Hangman is in his sixties.”

“So?” Static asked, eyes focused on the road. The LoS was going to be here any moment. They hadn’t been that far behind us.

“So,” Toxic said with a grin, “look at this picture.” He shoved his phone under Static’s nose. “Tell me that doesn’t look like old Hush.”

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