Brother. He doesn't hand out compliments." He relaxes his face and shoulders throwing chin. Fuck, I fucked with his head? I need to fix that.
He looks at Rich. "Get the fuck out of here and suit up. We got twenty minutes to get in position. Casper's startin at ten."
Rich throws chin. "On it VP." He jogs out the door.
"Got some Security Brothers that threw in. They're on clean up, two covers you have them. "
"Fuck Brother thought you said it was a good fuckin plan?"
"It is. Brothers are pissed, baseball team members was hit. Their kids are fine but friends are in the hospital. Needed to put them out so they don't fuck with the plan. Need you to throw them somethin. They need to feel part of this. It was part of Rich's plan." He smiles. "Would’ve just told them to fuck off."
I laugh. "He's a good match for you. It's an awesome fuckin plan."
"He had them vote who was on Teams. Fuckin votes. Told em another fuckin vote on pictures got them a fuckin date with me." He growls out.
I laugh drawing Digs and Sticks attention. "Fuck Brother it's been fuckin years let it the fuck go. Kelly said she needs new pictures anyway, that one will come down."
"You fuckin smilin all the fuckin time now and fuckin cameras all over fuck. They'll get one worse. No fuckin votin on it either. I'll find out who and fuckin kill em this time." He's still fuckin pissed.
"Fuck Brother it's just a fuckin picture of us smiling. Take a fuckin breath and think about it. It was taken the day Little Ben and Jessie got their first bikes." I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, was a good day." He takes a deep breath. "They take another I'm killing em." He smiles. "It's time."
I walk over to Sticks and take the head set he holds up. Digs has the center screen running the yard video. I see the HS Team, the Brothers and the Cleanup trucks. "VP, who’s got the wrecker?" I didn't hear about it and looking at the plan it's not listed.
He's on Digs other side; he looks up then at the plan. I know he must have gone over it five times, he knows this plan forward and backward but he checks anyway.
VP: "LP2 when did we add a fuckin wrecker?" He fuckin laughs looking over at me.
"Got some old cars, Camaro's, Charger and Mustangs. Brothers are just prepared." He says with a fuckin smile. If they get this on a picture he'd be pissed.
I nod. "I'll take the wrecker. Sticks get me on with my Team, get the wrecker with them."
"On it Pres."
I slide the headset on. "Get me up on four and five Sticks." He gets my feeds on the screens to the left. Center screen is the big one, for both of us, Digs runs it, and screens one and two that are on the right for Steve. Steve and Rich usually call them boards.
The Brothers are talking back and forth. "I'm on Team Two. Only information and directives passing through the lines Brothers. This isn't a test or drill. Fuckin Brothers getting shot is not an option today. Keep the comments to yourself and let's show the pussies how we get it done like a well-oiled machine. Need a check in." The Brothers won't know what to say but they'll follow once Security checks in.
Chet: "D11 on.”
Doug: “S1 on.”
Wrecker: “Wrecker on.”
Plank: “Plank on.”
Horse: “S4 on.”
Allan: “Allan on.”
Loma: “Loma on.”
“Clean up you’re on with Team Two. Check in was requested.” Sticks tells them.
Dave: “C1 on.”
Joe: “C2 on.”
Petey: “C55 on.” I laugh at this one. Holding my mic I ask Sticks what the fuck he’s doing on the Team.
“He wants to see the cars. He’s in the wrecker.” He laughs.
Kick: “C3 on.”
Vinny: “C4 on.” I can hear him laughing.
“If you didn’t get this yet, this is Pres running your ops and Sticks is on controls. Stay alert and follow directions Brothers. Objective is to get the gang out of our yard with no casualties or
He looks at Rich. "Get the fuck out of here and suit up. We got twenty minutes to get in position. Casper's startin at ten."
Rich throws chin. "On it VP." He jogs out the door.
"Got some Security Brothers that threw in. They're on clean up, two covers you have them. "
"Fuck Brother thought you said it was a good fuckin plan?"
"It is. Brothers are pissed, baseball team members was hit. Their kids are fine but friends are in the hospital. Needed to put them out so they don't fuck with the plan. Need you to throw them somethin. They need to feel part of this. It was part of Rich's plan." He smiles. "Would’ve just told them to fuck off."
I laugh. "He's a good match for you. It's an awesome fuckin plan."
"He had them vote who was on Teams. Fuckin votes. Told em another fuckin vote on pictures got them a fuckin date with me." He growls out.
I laugh drawing Digs and Sticks attention. "Fuck Brother it's been fuckin years let it the fuck go. Kelly said she needs new pictures anyway, that one will come down."
"You fuckin smilin all the fuckin time now and fuckin cameras all over fuck. They'll get one worse. No fuckin votin on it either. I'll find out who and fuckin kill em this time." He's still fuckin pissed.
"Fuck Brother it's just a fuckin picture of us smiling. Take a fuckin breath and think about it. It was taken the day Little Ben and Jessie got their first bikes." I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, was a good day." He takes a deep breath. "They take another I'm killing em." He smiles. "It's time."
I walk over to Sticks and take the head set he holds up. Digs has the center screen running the yard video. I see the HS Team, the Brothers and the Cleanup trucks. "VP, who’s got the wrecker?" I didn't hear about it and looking at the plan it's not listed.
He's on Digs other side; he looks up then at the plan. I know he must have gone over it five times, he knows this plan forward and backward but he checks anyway.
VP: "LP2 when did we add a fuckin wrecker?" He fuckin laughs looking over at me.
"Got some old cars, Camaro's, Charger and Mustangs. Brothers are just prepared." He says with a fuckin smile. If they get this on a picture he'd be pissed.
I nod. "I'll take the wrecker. Sticks get me on with my Team, get the wrecker with them."
"On it Pres."
I slide the headset on. "Get me up on four and five Sticks." He gets my feeds on the screens to the left. Center screen is the big one, for both of us, Digs runs it, and screens one and two that are on the right for Steve. Steve and Rich usually call them boards.
The Brothers are talking back and forth. "I'm on Team Two. Only information and directives passing through the lines Brothers. This isn't a test or drill. Fuckin Brothers getting shot is not an option today. Keep the comments to yourself and let's show the pussies how we get it done like a well-oiled machine. Need a check in." The Brothers won't know what to say but they'll follow once Security checks in.
Chet: "D11 on.”
Doug: “S1 on.”
Wrecker: “Wrecker on.”
Plank: “Plank on.”
Horse: “S4 on.”
Allan: “Allan on.”
Loma: “Loma on.”
“Clean up you’re on with Team Two. Check in was requested.” Sticks tells them.
Dave: “C1 on.”
Joe: “C2 on.”
Petey: “C55 on.” I laugh at this one. Holding my mic I ask Sticks what the fuck he’s doing on the Team.
“He wants to see the cars. He’s in the wrecker.” He laughs.
Kick: “C3 on.”
Vinny: “C4 on.” I can hear him laughing.
“If you didn’t get this yet, this is Pres running your ops and Sticks is on controls. Stay alert and follow directions Brothers. Objective is to get the gang out of our yard with no casualties or
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