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One of the bodies jerked and the man started coughing.Badger.No wonder Grizzly looked so damn sick.The guy was married to the President’s daughter.He sat up and winced, but didn’t seem too worse for wear all things considered.The other man hadn’t moved yet, but I saw his chest slowly rise and fall, so at least he was alive.I scanned his cut for a name.Wolf.I looked at Grizzly and he motioned for me to move on.I went club by club, making sure everyone was still breathing.My hearing still hadn’t returned when more of my club showed up, along with Dread.He started patching everyone, but I needed answers.
Looking around, I spotted the man in black.He was leaning against the stairs of Gomez’s jet, his arms folded as he surveyed us.He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to rush off, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.I made my way over to him, not stopping until we were inches apart.His gaze dropped to my cut and then he pulled an envelope from inside his jacket and handed it to me.
Curious, I opened it and then snorted at the words on the paper.
Spider,
I owe you a debt.Mateo Gomez has been a thorn in my side for too long.You provided me the perfect opportunity to rid Colombia of him.Others will be easier to take down now that Gomez has fallen.Congratulations on your marriage to Luciana Gomez.Her mother was a beautiful and kind woman.Your wife is a great deal like her, and I hope you will have many happy years together.
If I may be of service, do not hesitate to reach out to my office.
President Eduardo Muñoz
I gave the man in black a nod and walked off.Finding my bike was easy enough, or finding most of it.The blast had wrecked it.I wasn’t about to sit around and wait for these fuckers to get on their feet.I needed to find my wife and let her know that she would never be bothered again by her father or his men.
My hearing started to come back, though there was still a slight ringing in my ears.At least I hadn’t gone completely deaf from the blast.Could have been worse.
“Spider,” the man called out.
I turned and he tossed a set of keys to me, then nodded toward the other end of the airstrip.I looked at the keys, then in the direction he’d indicated.
“The President thought things might get messy.Even though Gomez was his main concern, we knew there was a chance that in taking out all of them at once there might be casualties with your men as well.He apologizes and wants to make sure you are compensated.I was ordered to ensure the latest Road King Special, with some extras, was gifted to you to show the President’s appreciation for your assistance with this matter.Think of it as a bonus.The President will also be transferring some funds for a job well done.”
“Bonus, my ass.You killed my motorcycle.”
The man shrugged.“I’ll make sure it’s repaired and returned to your compound.”
“Thanks.What do I call you?”I asked.
“Specter.”
Holy fucking shit.
The man smirked, knowing I’d recognized his name.Specter was legendary.Ex-military turned mercenary, but the man had made a name for himself from the very first mission he’d been assigned, and his reputation had only grown over the years.He walked off, and I headed in the direction of the new bike, intent on getting to my woman as quickly as possible.I grabbed my phone from my pocket and pressed the speed dial for Teller, only for my damn phone to go black.I cursed my rotten luck and shoved it back into my pocket.I swung my leg over the seat of my new ride and started the engine.The bike roared to life and I couldn’t help but smile.
Fox gave me a wave and I left everything in his capable hands.Once I hit the open road, I opened up the new bike to see what she could handle.
As much as I wanted to go straight to my wife, I needed to check in with everyone at the compound first.Since my phone was out of commission, I’d need to go in person to send more help Fox’s way.Marcus was working the gate, and he looked relieved when I rolled through.
“I need you to stay on the gate, Marcus.I’m going to send some men to help Fox and then I need to go after my wife.”
“Pres, there’s a bit of a problem,” he said.
“Problem?”
He nodded then pointed out two men in suits.Fuck my life.They had government written all over them.With a sigh, I drove the bike over to the clubhouse and parked in front of the agents.What kind of agents they were was still to be determined.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
“We need to talk about some drugs that made their way into the local high school,” the taller one said.“Tracked down the dealer and he said the shit came from Hades Abyss.”
“No fucking way.”
“Is there somewhere we could have this discussion?”the shorter one asked.
“Soon as you tell me who the fuck you are.”
“Agent Parkes,” said the tall one, “and this is my partner, Agent Phelps.D.E.A.”
