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your position.”  I look up at Main.  “D11 head north on Main and cover C55.  The fuckin cars are visible.”
    D11: “Roger.”
    Me: “Team Two Hold your position means Don’t Fuckin Move!”  I see the Brothers stop.  Chet makes it to the wrecker in time to shoot at the fuckin driver as he raises his gun at Petey.   “Thank Fuck.”  I let out my breath.  “C55 Go right around him, D11 will handle the truck.  Get that wrecker back asap.”
    C55: “Roger.”  When he makes it around the truck VP laughs.  I see Chet beating the fuck out of the pussy.
    Me: “Team Two move into position and clean it up.  C1 move to D11's position.”   I look at VP.  “I love the quick and easy.” Dave picks up the pussy Chet beat the fuck out of.  I watch my team beating the fuck out of guys giving them lip and laugh.  They need the release.  “D11, S4, move to HS position and cover them.”
    D11: “Roger.”
    S4: “Roger.”
    I watch Danny check Rich’s chest.  He runs his hand down his shirt, they both smile.  Steve laughs.  “LP’s, think we can do show and fuckin tell later?  Need the fuckin contents of the house so I know who to send for cleanup.”  They both look to the camera and laugh nodding their heads.  They head into the house.  “Fuckin LaPontes.  No fuckin fear and always fuckin laughin.”
    Digs and Sticks crack up.  I look at the boards.  The Brothers are dragging the pussies by one arm to throw them in the trucks.  The bodies make it to the other truck.  They’re rearranging transport.  I smile.  Fuckin Brothers are so fuckin good at this.
    Me: “Team Two we have fifteen minutes.  Get me clear before I have to explain to fuckin PD what the fuck we’re doing with stolen cars and the bodies that owned them.”  They start moving faster.
    C1: “Clear.”
    C2: “Clear.”
    Me: “C55: Pick up the truck and head to salvage.  C1, call for a truck to pick up Wrecker and Plank’s bikes.  Wrecker, Plank, drive the Mustangs to Salvage.  Brother will bring your bikes up to you.  Brothers make sure we have all keys from all pockets.”
    C1: “Roger.”
    Wrecker: “Roger.”
    Plank: “Roger.”
    C55: “Roger.”
    Me: “Team Two: Nice fuckin job!  Even with the surprises we have no casualties.  Thank LP2 for the thorough plan.  I’ll meet you at the club at five.  Sticks has your six.  I’m out.”
    They collectively say, “Pres.”
    I take off the headset handing it to Sticks.  "Don’t leave your seat until everyone is out of the house and clear.”  He nods keeping his eyes on the screen.  I turn and watch HS still walking through the house.
    Steve yells for a Prospect.  “Get to the house, pick up the guns.  LP2 is sendin pictures, get with Digs to catalogue when you get back.”  He listens and tells Digs to call Rob to collect a box from the house.  “LP2, carry the money, we can count when you get here.  Rob’s comin for the box; he’ll deliver to Doc.  Nice fuckin job Brothers.”
    I pull my phone and call Keith.  “Get me the names and injuries of the kids that were beat by the gang.  Send it to me asap.”  I look at Steve, “did they give you an approximate on the money?”
    “Over twenty.”  He’s not fuckin happy.
    “Fuck.  That isn’t from a couple of days here.”  Fuck, someone is owed that money.
    “Rich has a phone holdin Outlaw number.  Ain’t handin it back to fuckin Outlaws.”
    I nod.  “Fuck just what we fuckin need.  Could have been Outlaws supplying them to move in here.”
    “Yeah, thought the same thing.”  He says watching his boards.  “You hangin here?”
    “Just waiting for the list of kids that were hit by the pussies.  Depending on the money I want to spread it to them and a share to Chris from Little Brothers mom.  We can use it to pay for her car repairs and get her a grocery card.”  I look from the board to him.
    He nods without taking his eyes off the screen.  “Maybe keep her from