Page 286 of Sticks and Stones
Yeah, no.
He didn’t like sick fucks who assaulted people, and he had a grudge after what happened in Colombia to his Major.
Fuck.
That.
Snow was nothing but trash, and so were the people using it.
When Gene finished knocking some sense into him, he began using a few of the zip ties that the Marine had given him to restrain him.
Oh, he fought like hell, but they were too much for him.
“We still don’t know who is getting the men or drugs to them,” Gene admitted. “We have one more. Hopefully, he’ll know.”
Speaking of drugs.
Ethan warned him.
“I found a packet. It’s in my vest,” he said, pointing to his chest. “Do you have a container for it to be transported. It’s in a small baggie.”
Lewis patted his Kevlar.
“I don’t, but I’ll bring you one when I come in for the next guy. Don’t lose it. The CIA wants it tested for confirmation that it’s Snow,” he said.
Yeah, well, that was the plan.
The Marine took over.
“I’ll transport this one to the others,” he stated, glancing at his watch.
The second he said it, they all heard it.
A car door slammed.
Oh, fuck.
Bullet was back, and they weren’t ready for him. When they heard the front door open, that’s when Truck opted to help the man out.
“RUN! COPS!”he shouted, causing panic and mayhem as he alerted the man that shit was going down.
Hearing that, Bullet took off, and Ethan was right behind him.
He was the fastest one there, or so he assumed. Blackhawk got out the door, and was grateful the man ran towards the trees, and not his car.
Before he could even reach his perceived escape route, Ethan caught him, and they both went down.
The whole time, the biker fought, and they rolled around as he was trying to get Ethan’s gun.
It was when Bullet hit him in the chest with his hand, trying to get away that Ethan knew he had trouble.
That little packet in his pouch exploded, and a puff of the white powder shot up, hitting him in the face and he inhaled a shit ton of it.
Uh-oh.
This was bad.
As quickly as he could, Gene got to him.
