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Static
“Get ready for a war.”
It’s been coming, so Lockout’s statement didn’t surprise me. We
all knew it, but fuck me—I hadn’t been expecting it to arrive on my
face and ribs. I got jumped this morning when I went to the office, and
ended up having all this shit kick off now because of it. Lockout was pissed.
Fremont had finally fucked up badly enough that we were making him our
main focus. And now I’d killed one of his officers. Not that I knew who he
was when he was trying to brain me with a fucking tire iron. That type of
approach tended to give you a little bit of tunnel vision. Consequences were
an afterthought.
It was self-defense. I couldn’t argue that in court though. None of this
would see the light of day if we had anything to say about it.
“What about him?” I asked, nodding down to where the dead body was.
We were all circled around the trunk of my car. There were too many
women and children around here at any given time to not care that it was in
full view. Not to mention Fremont. The fucking district attorney had been
hounding us for long enough. There were just too many things that had
trumped him in importance, but all those things were taken care of now. I
wondered if he knew the shit storm he’d just unleashed on himself. I also
wondered if he had sanctioned this attack on me. I couldn’t imagine the
fuckwits this cop was hanging around with—they certainly weren’t police
officers—were smart enough to make a move like that on their own.
Fremont was sending a message. He was finished waiting, too.
“Butcher, Toxic, Hell, dump the body,” Lock told them. His eyes met
mine. “You need to see Crash Cart?”
Butcher swore low under his breath at the old Army Medic’s name.
“Better not. He’ll end up amputating a leg without your permission.”
Crash wasn’t that bad. A bit odd. But he was a damn good surgeon and
he kept us from having to go to the hospital when we were injured. “No,” I
replied. “I’m fine. I can help get rid of the body-” I broke off as Lock shook
his head.
“No. You better go get cleaned up before-” He stopped, then swore.
“Too late,” he muttered. “Church tonight at five. We’re coming up with a
way to finish this.” One side of his mouth tipped up into a wry grin. “Good
luck.”
“Huh?” I asked, having no idea what he was talking about. The cryptic
fucker just chuckled and walked off.
Toxic appeared next to me in that creepy silent way of his. He was
holding his fist out and slowly waving it around my face. “What the fuck
are you doing?” I swatted it away.
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