Page 22 of Seamus: Unconventional
Circuit: “He’s got two mules following his team. They’re Enforcer level. Once the Club is clear, he’s got two Enforcer teams.”
Me: “Thanks. Keep two K-9s on Enforcer Security the rest on with Zeus. Let him know but he’ll probably order it.”
Zeus: He chuffs again but I get a hologram, ‘Affirmative. Enforcer Security. Aeolus, Sampson.’
Circuit: “Roger, Pres. Zeus gave me two for Security.”
Me: “Roger.” I watch and wait. Intel is going to IT fast. I see a few red alerts but I’m watching tracking for the swarm of dots that’s headed right for the front gate. Who the hell plans an attack through the front door? This is not a militarized gang. “Circuit, get another satellite feed running. We’ve got to be missing the rest of a ripple here.”
Mase: “ABSZ has two satellites and just pulled from a phone company. The feed is real. Cort has chopper feeds further out from Champion. He was thinking the same thing.”
Me: “Roger. Light, catch a ride if they start thinking. Space out partners to funnel them into the zone.”
Light: Sends me a thumbs up but I hold my laugh so he’s not huffing at me. The emoji answers are funny on Ops but my partners don’t get it. It’s a K-9 thing, I guess. Since I can talk, maybe they have a point, emojis get the point across as quick as the yes or no pictures when you don’t have a voice. I pay attention as the laser goes off right by me.
Me: “Laser to funnel, then stop like the bushes cover them.”
Circuit: Sends a Roger.
The idiots ride up to the gate with a few stragglers from the back rolling around the fence line getting picked off by K-9s. The partners don’t herd them to the kill zone, they just take them down. I shake my head watching a big guy in a long green coat that reaches mid-thigh. It’s not cold enough for a coat like that but this guy has me intrigued as he walks right up to the fence, pulls out long pipes and cuts a line straight down with huge bolt cutters that have good and heavy three-foot handles made from old pipe. Some wire cutters or snips would have done the trick, it’s a standard chain link fence, but his concealed massive thingamabobs work for the ‘hey, everyone, look at me and my manlytool’look. I love this clueless target that helps to get those bikes rolling right into the kill zone.
Me: I laugh out loud when Light sends me a picture of metal snips. I guess thelookdidn’t fool my partner either. “Slow the laser until they realize too much forward will get them shot.”
Light: Chuffs with a picture of a dunce hat. I don’t laugh but agree. They’re not too bright and definitely not a fighting force. The biker look works but the bikes are show bikes, targets are in newer or manicured clothes, boots and coats. Everything is a look, like a title. We had appointed Lieutenants that ran shit who were only there as a favor to someone. They weren’t experienced in anything more than passing on information. These targets feel like that. They fill the job but they’re not the muscle or brains of the operation.
Circuit: Sends a thumbs up. I hold the laugh at that one too.
Head Aryan idiot: Another long-coated idiot raises his hand at the front of the group. “Leave the bikes here. Malloy is a couple of minutes from here with the truck. Stench has the meat, get some to lure the dogs and we’ll collect them for the truck. I want that Dane rottie.” He bends, pulling brand new twined rope complete with tags from his pretty painted saddlebags. It’s no wonder he thinks Shadow is a Great Dane. He’s definitely in need of glasses.
Ops: Laughing in my ear has my head shaking. I want to laugh but clamp my jaw shut.
Me: I see more partners getting into position. Zeus stands tall behind a tree trunk. How they don’t see him doesn’t bode well for them. “Open to all K-9 teams.” I keep this low but don’t think the idiots would hear me with all their shit talking. The click registers right away. “Zeus, you want the bushes clear?”
Zeus: ‘Negative’ comes through.
Me: “Light, Zeus, Lead. I’ve got your six covered.”
Mil: “We’re on the animal control truck outside the gate, Light. We’re green, Boss.”
Me: Light sends ‘hold’ out. I throw it to Mil. “Let them work it but keep their six.” I’m happy with the jovial roger that comes back.Zeus and Light move, then all the K-9s do like two arrows flying into the kill zone. I take two shots and hear two from Mil’s side but the K-9s get it done.
Mase: “Guess they aren’t hungry.” The kill zone is full of raw meat all over the ground. “Bet that would feed half the Club.”
Me: The silence is striking. He’s right but there are dead targets in that meat. Zeus barks once and the K-9 arrow moves back to the open grass outside the bushes as one unit. I stand on the wall and wince seeing the full after shot. “Good job, Brothers. They got the sprinklers set up for you, go get your gear off and clean up. Prospects will clean your gear.”Light barks and walks away with Zeus and the K-9 partners.
Mase: “That was a massacre.”
Me: “Yeah.” I stow my gun and gear.
Cort: “The Club has cleanup, once your partners are clean, your flight plan is set.”
Me: Looking around, I realize I don’t need to collect ‘evidence’ and everything that’s mine is bagged, so I hop off the wall. “Roger, Boss. Is the story shut down?” That was part of our objective but Circuit hasn’t sent me anything. Questioning Cort is like questioning a general, he doesn’t have to answer and doesn’t owe it but this is our lives he’s trying to shield here so it’s personal and he’d see that, I hope.
Cort: “Yeah. Nothing new will go out but you, Shadow and Ranger are out there on social media. The Club is short IT as of today.”
I breathe. Their need for IT isn’t helping me or my partners. Leaking classified on social mediashouldget someone shot. I don’t understand what these Aryan idiots have to do with all this but someone will clue me in soon, I’m sure.
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