Page 87 of Master's Rise
“You could train and send Jinx,” he says with a smile.
I laugh at him and walk out. Cowboy Jr. is walking with the Prospects following as we come down the stairs. Brinks, Falcon and Herman are waiting. When Jr. notices us, he looks like he swallowed his tongue. What the fuck is up with that? I call Web. “Anything on the cowboys?”
“They have nothing as background that’s real. From what I’m told, they appeared here last year. No circuit has them listed now or in the past. I don’t have enough to put on this right now, do you need more right away?”
“No. I think I got what I need.”
Looking at Raid, I say, “Give me a minute.” Walking right to Jr., I pull him into the Prospect office behind the counter. “I need the room.” A Prospect walks out without a word. “I’m shutting my body cam and mic off,” I tell him and do so he sees it. “Why are you afraid of cops?”
“I’m not.” He’s nervous as fuck.
I shake my head. “No circuit has you listed. No past that’s real and you appeared last year. If you know anything about us, you know we help those that can’t help themselves. Are you in need of a shield?”
After a good ten seconds, he nods. He’s so pale I’m concerned he’ll pass out.
“We can be that for you. If you need help, call. Brothers will be watching out. You can explain it to me later. Right now, you’re about as safe as you can be. Do you need Security now or just a shield?”
Some color makes it back to his face. “A safe place is always good to have. We have people that keep tabs on us. They also were formed for the advancement of happiness, the good of mankind, creating universal benevolence and brotherly love.” He smiles, still nervous but he’s telling me something.
Happiness, good of mankind, benevo... “You’re being watched out for by Freemasons. That’s from the Duke of Sussex. Huh. I didn’t know they still do shit like that.”
He relaxes and his eyes light up. “There are many secret societies that are never brought to light. I believe Freemasons, like you here, may have their hands in quite a few.”
I laugh. This guy is a trip. “All right, Cowboy Jr., if you need us, call, show here, the Club or in town. Let whoever you talk to know that you have my protection and need a room. They’ll get you safe and make sure I’m notified.”
“Thank you, Cort Masters. I’ll let my father know we have the shield as you call it.”
I hit my mic. “Hade, cowboys have my protection and a shield if needed.”
“Roger, Boss.”
I nod to Jr. “It’s done. I need to go, the explanation isn’t needed. Just call.”
He nods and follows me out.
Masons. Huh. Crow was a Mason, which I found odd since he was Indian, but he was an odd Brother most of the time. I laugh when I get to my bike. Jr. will be shocked when he sees Crow’s bike. It’s got symbols on the tank he’ll recognize.
The ride is quicker than I expected. My mind is on Ops and what’s needed at each Club so I’m not transporting shit everywhere all the time. They’ll pay for gear and supplies, but moving shit will get expensive.
Hade cuts my mental planning meeting short. “Web got in. He has two inside and two out. He’s meeting with two pussies in the home office. He’s fucking cheap, no audio. All Security armed, outside are almost readied, guns in hand but they’re strolling.”
“Roger, tell Web he did good and to get on the leads.”
He laughs with his roger.
“The plan, Boss?” Raid asks.
“Quick strike. You cut his alarm. Falcon, get the Enforcers clearing the Security he has and I’m walking in the front door.”
“Good plan.” My VP is always good about shit like that.
Falcon and Brinks laugh and I’m not sure if I should be insulted. “We got a total of eight Enforcers. He has four Security and two visitors. Even if they’re Security, they’re no match. He’s got no warning or help with surveillance. Quick strike is the best plan with the information we have and the power that’s here to enforce it.”
“Fuck, Boss, you’re scary with the flash plans.” Brinks makes me feel better.
“I think Raid is funny with the quick trenchant agreement.” Falcon makes me laugh.
“Fucking Rex and his dictionary. Sharp, insightful, focused.”
