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the table with Mack, Carter and Brian.
They are having a heated conversation.  A visible look of relief crosses
Carter’s face when he sees Luke in the doorway. Luke walks over to Carter,
gives him a hug, and then addresses his father.
    “What’s going on, pop?”
he asks.
    “Just trying to
explain to your thick-headed friend here what happened last night.”
    “So what
happened?”
    “Well, after you
and Carter left, we waited according to plan and then took off to meet you guys
at the lab. The thing is someone gave them a heads-up and we were ambushed
before we even got near the club. That’s why we couldn’t give you guys backup
when the shit hit the fan for you two.”
    Luke thinks about
it for a minute. “So you guys were ambushed then?”
    “I said that,” his
father replies, glaring at his son as if daring him to continue.
    “They ambushed you
because, of course, someone tipped them off, correct?” Luke asks.
    “And I’ve just
said that twice now. Get to your point, Luke!”
    “I just have a
problem with this whole ambush story,” Luke continues on. “I just don’t
understand why they would have bothered to ambush you when they were taking all
their drugs to the safe house. Now how stupid is that? Surely, they wouldn’t
want to jeopardize their product. They may be Harbingers but they’re not dumb.”
    Now Luke’s father
is pissed. “Who the fuck says they had the drugs with them?” he asks.
    “I’m assuming
that’s what’s under that tarp you got covering your truck bed.”
    “It is,” Brian
confirms. “I peeked.”
    “So what, the
drugs are there, so fucking what?” Luke’s father is getting dangerously angry.
    “Well, that kinda
makes your whole ambush story one huge load of bull crap, doesn’t it?” Luke
replies.
    He is well aware
that he is walking on dangerous ground, calling his father a liar right in
front of his men. But he doesn’t think his father will be brazen enough to try
anything in front of anybody.
    “What the fuck is
your problem, Luke. If I say something happened, then it happened.”
    “What happened to
my boy London?” Luke asks.
    “London….London…,”
Gunnar says like he’s trying to recall who exactly London is.
    “He’s the guy I
sent to check up on things,” Luke clarifies. “He was supposed to text me on
this burner phone.” Luke holds up a small cheap phone. “Problem is, he never
texted me so I know something is seriously wrong here. There was no ambush save
for the one that Carter and I walked into. Someone set us up, father!”
    The word ‘father’
is like a cue to both sides of the table and suddenly people are leaping to
their feet, knocking chairs backwards. Guns are drawn, and faces become masks
of the rage brewing inside each individual. Luke is pointing his Heckler and
Koch 9mm at his father. His finger is on the trigger, safety off, and a round
is in the chamber. Likewise, his father is pointing his own Glock 17 at Luke.
Both Brian and Carter have their firearms drawn and pointing to the person
nearest them on the opposite side of the table.
    “You tried to have
me killed!” Luke rages.
    “And you tried to
kill me the day I got out of prison!” his father shouts back.
    “Harbingers…it was
the fucking Harbingers,” Luke shouts back, not caring if his father believes
the lie or not.
    “Yeah, you were
set up,” admits his father. “But it was a calculated risk. We knew there
wouldn’t be more Harbingers in that lab than you and Carter could handle. It
was a necessary risk to get a quarter of a million dollar load of crystal meth.
The ends justify the fucking means, Luke, so get over it!”
    Luke comes closer
than ever to blowing his father’s head clean off his shoulders. What a
load of bull crap, he thinks to himself.
    But as bad as he
wants to blow Gunnar’s head off, he knows full well he’d be getting Carter and
Brian killed as well. The way the club has been divided lately, it would be the
end of the Suicide