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be a lab, too, with the smell coming out of it. Got two men on the perimeter, two loading a truck, and the truck driver. Don’t know how many on the inside, but your guy went in fifteen minutes ago.”
I nod and grab my duffel bag, unzipping it without a word. I hand out gloves, radios, throat mics, and night vision goggles. They all know the drill. Each man reaches into the bag, grabbing extra mags. I tuck my Glock into the back of my jeans, strap another to one ankle, my knife to the other. Razor and I pull out our rifles – SRS A-1 Coverts. I love this baby. It’s compact, accurate, and has a thousand-yard capability. I attach the thermal vision scope and suppressor, and then look around at my guys.
“Ready?” They all nod. “Let’s go.”
This place is in the middle of the woods. I don’t even know how Tek found it, but I learned to stop questioning his methods a long time ago. We approach carefully, cloaked in darkness. Even the moon decided to stay hidden tonight. We may just be a group of bikers, but we move with the precision of a SEAL team. Once the front of the building is in sight, I signal to Motor.
“See if there are any other ways in.”
The place looks unassuming, if not out of place. It’s nothing but a big barn, at least on the outside. Who knows what’s on the inside. I put on my goggles and take everything in quickly. It’s just like Razor said. I can take out the men on patrol easily enough; the others are a little tricky. The driver is behind the wheel. If he falls forward, he lands on the horn, alerting everyone. The other two are behind the box truck and are mostly obscured by it. We get a break when the driver hops out of the truck and heads toward the woods while saying he’s going to take a piss. I send Crow in his direction. This just might work out. I probably won’t even need the rifle.
One of the men patrolling realizes the driver hasn’t returned and tells the other he’s going to check it out. I alert Crow so he can handle it, then I toss a rock, drawing the attention of the other man. He jerks his gun up, pointing it where the rock landed before heading in that direction. I send Venom to handle him while Razor and I move to take out the men loading the truck. We use the truck to our advantage, hiding our approach, catching them with their backs turned. I grab one, snapping his neck in one fluid move. Razor takes his time, choking out the other. Motor’s voice comes through in my ear.
“Found a way in the back, boss. Got six on the inside, including our guy.”
“Weapons?”
“Nothing visible. They’re just talking.”
“Razor, Venom, you’re with me. Crow, Allah, you’re with Motor. We’ll come at them from both sides. Tek, cut the lights on my say.”
Razor and Venom look to me for instruction once the others leave. “Once Tek cuts the lights, Razor, we take out the straddlers. Briggs is mine.”
Tek comes on the radio, telling me he’s in place.
“Motor, we’re going in blind. What’s Briggs’ position?”
“He’s the biggest motherfucker in the room, boss. Can’t miss him.”
I tie my bandana over my nose and mouth while Razor and Venom do the same. Like thieves in the night, we move through the entrance. Just like I suspected, this is no barn. We enter a long corridor and I hear voices ahead. There are stacks of boxes just outside the corridor we can use to our advantage. I signal the men and we all drop down, crawling into the room, hiding behind the boxes. I take a careful peek over them to assess the situation. With all the equipment in this place, it has to be his lab. Briggs is in the middle of the group of men, a huge grin on his face. Not for long.
“Briggs is in the middle,” I tell Razor. “You take the two on the left, I got the rest. Motor, stand down.” Looks like I’ll get to use the SRS after all. “Let’s go night-night, Tek.”
The second the room goes dark, Razor and I move into position. I hear Briggs tell one of
I nod and grab my duffel bag, unzipping it without a word. I hand out gloves, radios, throat mics, and night vision goggles. They all know the drill. Each man reaches into the bag, grabbing extra mags. I tuck my Glock into the back of my jeans, strap another to one ankle, my knife to the other. Razor and I pull out our rifles – SRS A-1 Coverts. I love this baby. It’s compact, accurate, and has a thousand-yard capability. I attach the thermal vision scope and suppressor, and then look around at my guys.
“Ready?” They all nod. “Let’s go.”
This place is in the middle of the woods. I don’t even know how Tek found it, but I learned to stop questioning his methods a long time ago. We approach carefully, cloaked in darkness. Even the moon decided to stay hidden tonight. We may just be a group of bikers, but we move with the precision of a SEAL team. Once the front of the building is in sight, I signal to Motor.
“See if there are any other ways in.”
The place looks unassuming, if not out of place. It’s nothing but a big barn, at least on the outside. Who knows what’s on the inside. I put on my goggles and take everything in quickly. It’s just like Razor said. I can take out the men on patrol easily enough; the others are a little tricky. The driver is behind the wheel. If he falls forward, he lands on the horn, alerting everyone. The other two are behind the box truck and are mostly obscured by it. We get a break when the driver hops out of the truck and heads toward the woods while saying he’s going to take a piss. I send Crow in his direction. This just might work out. I probably won’t even need the rifle.
One of the men patrolling realizes the driver hasn’t returned and tells the other he’s going to check it out. I alert Crow so he can handle it, then I toss a rock, drawing the attention of the other man. He jerks his gun up, pointing it where the rock landed before heading in that direction. I send Venom to handle him while Razor and I move to take out the men loading the truck. We use the truck to our advantage, hiding our approach, catching them with their backs turned. I grab one, snapping his neck in one fluid move. Razor takes his time, choking out the other. Motor’s voice comes through in my ear.
“Found a way in the back, boss. Got six on the inside, including our guy.”
“Weapons?”
“Nothing visible. They’re just talking.”
“Razor, Venom, you’re with me. Crow, Allah, you’re with Motor. We’ll come at them from both sides. Tek, cut the lights on my say.”
Razor and Venom look to me for instruction once the others leave. “Once Tek cuts the lights, Razor, we take out the straddlers. Briggs is mine.”
Tek comes on the radio, telling me he’s in place.
“Motor, we’re going in blind. What’s Briggs’ position?”
“He’s the biggest motherfucker in the room, boss. Can’t miss him.”
I tie my bandana over my nose and mouth while Razor and Venom do the same. Like thieves in the night, we move through the entrance. Just like I suspected, this is no barn. We enter a long corridor and I hear voices ahead. There are stacks of boxes just outside the corridor we can use to our advantage. I signal the men and we all drop down, crawling into the room, hiding behind the boxes. I take a careful peek over them to assess the situation. With all the equipment in this place, it has to be his lab. Briggs is in the middle of the group of men, a huge grin on his face. Not for long.
“Briggs is in the middle,” I tell Razor. “You take the two on the left, I got the rest. Motor, stand down.” Looks like I’ll get to use the SRS after all. “Let’s go night-night, Tek.”
The second the room goes dark, Razor and I move into position. I hear Briggs tell one of
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