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here in less than ten minutes if anyone calls them, with all these rich folks around. If shit
gets violent, we get out.¡±
¡°You¡¯re getting weak, Tank,¡± Crow spat. ¡°Old man.¡±
Tank¡¯s face hardly moved but I jerked my head to Crow with a clenched jaw and said,
¡°He¡¯s right, Crow. First shot and we¡¯re out. Why do you think they chose this place?¡±
¡°So, we wait until one of us has a bullet through the head, then we run home?¡± Archer
snapped. I didn¡¯t think it was possible, but I wanted to elbow Archer in the nose more
than ever when he asked, ¡°What the fuck is the point of this?¡±
¡°If you don¡¯t want to follow orders,¡± I said, ¡°leave.¡±
Crow¡¯s light gray eyes shot daggers at me before he put his knife away, grumbling,
¡°Fucking Romeo¡¡±
Choosing to ignore it, I looked at Tank¡¯s eyes, exchanging a glance, and he nodded.
¡°All right, Rebels,¡± Tanks said. ¡°Let¡¯s take these Freeway Fucks down.¡±
Archer and Ripper followed behind as I led us from the alley, hunched below the
windows, to the front. Dead grass crunched beneath our feet, making my heart pound
faster with each step. Reaching the corner of the house, I pressed my back against it,
holding my breath, as I peered around the corner to see anyone guarding the front.
¡°Fuck,¡± I mouthed and turned back to them.
Archer silently mouthed, ¡°What?¡± Then, with his fingers, he mimed someone walking,
pointed to the front lawn, then shrugged his shoulders to ask if someone was standing
watch. I shook my head then thought how I would mime what I saw.
Ripper stroked his black beard and Archer narrowed his blue eyes as I stretched my
pinky and thumb apart then held it to my ear like a cellphone. Next, I cradled my arms
near my waist, and rocked an imaginary baby back and forth. Ripper and Archer looked
bewildered.
Rolling my eyes with defeat, I hissed, ¡°There¡¯s a baby monitor by the door.¡± Putting my
finger to my lips, I led us to the front entrance.
Ripper, a pro at all things security¡ªincluding breaching it¡ªpulled out a black, thin,
flat rectangular kit. Kneeling beside the door handle, he inspected it briefly before
opening the kit to reveal a variety of different-shaped hooks, rods, keys, and other tools.
