“Ah. . .” a fucker yells as he falls.
“Fucker,” another motherfucker shouts, falling.
My bros and I continue to shoot, but the others escape.
“Motherfuckers,” Rage shouts, pushing up from the ground running after the motherfuckers.
“Fuck,” Mayhem runs over to the two fallen fuckers that ambush us.
Death runs after Mayhem to have his six. Irunover to check on the other motherfucker.
“This one is alive,” Rage roars, pulling some plastic ties from his pocket, sliding them on his wrists.
This other dude is shot in the stomach; he wouldn’t make it unless I heal him enough to get him to the Vault. We need to get the DETS on these as holes.
“This one is alive, shot in the stomach,” I yell assessing his injuries.
I run my hand over his stomach as if I’m checking him and heal him a little. Then I turn him onto his stomach to put the plastic ties on his wrist.
Death and Mayhem stop to check on Max and Sam.
“Max is gone,” Death growls.
“Sam, he’s alive,” Mayhem yells.
“I’ll call for a cage to get them to the Vault,” I snarl, pulling out my cell phone.
“Motherfuckers, look at their colors! These are the Satanic Bastards MC ripping us off,” Rage yells, looking at the fallen fuckers.
“The cage is on its way over,” I say, looking at the motherfuckers colors.
“Fuck, they’re fucking took the drugs and money,” Rage growls, looking down at the end of the underpass.
“We have to leave Max here. Give me a hand, Death,” Mayhem says, grabbing the fallen fucker arms.
Death takes his legs, taking him to the entrance of the underpass.
Rage and I grab the other fucker placing him next to the other one.
“We need to hurry before the Po-po arrives,” Rage grows.
The cage pulls up, Medic opens the door, jumps out. Scorpion and Vicious exit the cage, running to help grab the fuckers. We get them inside; Medic jumps inside the back. Scorpion and Vicious get into the front of the cage, taking off.
We get on our bikes, turning them on, pulling on the helmet, and taking off.
I pull into the clubhouse gravel road, pulling into my parking space. I turn off my bike, removing the helmet as I slide off.
War, Taz, and the brothers run out.
“What the fuck happened,” War roars, staring at us.
“We need to get them inside for me to look at,” Medic yells.
The Medic was a doctor that we met in the ER; he started to prospect over time, and he’s now a bro. So, he’s the MC’s doctor, and that fucking helps when we need some medical care and keep the Po-po out of our business.
“Medic, if the wound wouldn’t kill them, don’t do a damn thing. We need them in the Vault,” Taz growls, lowering his eyebrows.
“Indeed,” War says, nodding.
