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off down the street, leaving Ellis behind.



D anni hung on tight as Mercer rode fast out of town and through the thick trees.   She’d never been to Crazy Ivan’s before, but she knew Mercer and Specs had been there many times.   They used to ride out and buy illegal fireworks, but the rumor was that Ivan dealt in things much more powerful than fireworks.

    When they reached the dirt road to Ivan’s shack, Mercer slowed down the steep hill leading to a structure than could barely be called a house.   Most of the windows were busted out and covered with wood and cardboard.   The roof to the front porch was partially collapsed.   Anyone going inside would have to duck just to get in the front door.  

    Mercer stopped the bike a good hundred yards from the house.   He revved the engine a couple of times.   Hunched over, Ivan came out of the house and stood tall once he cleared the porch.   He was a withered old man in a stocking cap, old bathrobe, and cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and carrying a shotgun.

    “One more step and I blow off balls,” Ivan said, in a thick Russian accent.

    Mercer shut off the bike.   “Ivan, it’s me.   Mercer.”

    Ivan raised the shotgun.   “You police?”

    “Jesus, Ivan.   It’s Mercer.   I used to buy fireworks from you.”

    “Lots of boys buy fireworks.”

    “I used to come here with Specs.”   There was silence, the name meant nothing to Ivan.   “The football player.   You used to come into town just watch him.   He died a long time ago.”

    Ivan lowered the shotgun.   “Donald?   Why you not say his name?”

    Mercer turned to Danni. “Did you know anyone actually called him that?”
    “Took me a year just to learn his real name,” she chuckled.

    They got off the bike and walked toward Ivan.  

    “We need help.   Firepower.   What have you got?”

    Ivan turned and motioned for them to follow.   Danni was worried she’d have to get inside the house, but instead, he took them around back and led them to a large shed that was in much better condition than the house.   They went inside and Ivan opened a large metal box.   Inside was a collection of fireworks that looked deadlier than a small pistol.

    “Jesus Christ.   Not fireworks.   Firepower.   Guns, goddamn it,” said Mercer.

    The old man didn’t seem to notice Mercer’s frustration.   “ Da .”  

    He led them to another metal container and opened it with his foot.   Inside, there was a single pistol with a few clips.

    “Is this all you have?”

    “ Da , this gun I have.”

    Danni said quietly to Mercer, “I don’t know anything about guns, but that doesn’t look like enough to take on these guys.”

    She was right.   Tank’s men had automatic weapons, and what Ivan had to offer wouldn’t hold up.   Mercer cocked his eyebrow, he had an idea.

    They left Ivan’s a bit lighter on cash, with a canvas sack strapped to the bike.   They swung onto the bike and took off.   As they got into town, Mercer kept to the back roads.   They were headed towards Danni’s house, keeping an eye out for the MC thugs.   Mercer took the curves fast, wanting to get back as soon as possible.

    They came around a corner and saw Glass, one of the new members Tank had brought on.   He was bulky man with fantastic muscle definition beneath his leather cut.   He had a short mohawk and a large scar that ran from the corner of his mouth and up his face, right up to his sunglasses.

    Glass spotted them, but Mercer had already grabbed the gun out of his jeans and fired twice.   Glass took off across the street.   Mercer rode past quickly and fired two more times.   Glass chased them, pulling out his own gun, but couldn’t get a good shot from the bumps in the road.

    Mercer had to think quickly.   Even without being on the back of a bike, Danni wasn’t good enough with a gun to take on Glass.   She had fired a pistol once in her life, during a drunken camping trip her