“You expectin’ it to get that rough?” Crybaby scowled. “Come on. We can handle this.”
“I want you all to be safe,” Cold said firmly. “Cristian is already suspicious, and I can certainly guarantee Matteo is on guard as well. The war we’ve started is about to get very messy, and I would prefer it not to be our blood being spilled.”
“Can do,” Roger chirped. “Spill the other guys’ blood. All over that.”
“Take some time and review the layout and the rest of the plan with Alistair.” Cold stood. “I’m going to meet with someone who’s going to help us.”
“Alone?” Alistair sounded annoyed.
“Yes. As per his request.” Cold eyed Alistair. “He has Judge Olden in his pocket. The same Judge Olden who will most likely be presiding over the arraignments tomorrow morning.”
That apparently meant something because Alistair backed off, but he still looked perturbed. “Fine.”
“I trust that Alistair can get you all up to speed before my return,” Cold said briskly. “I’ll be here to see you off and meet you all back at the safe house where you can drop off the guns once you have them. Any questions?”
Silence.
“Until then, Gentlemen.” Cold left without another word.
“Well, then.” Alistair shifted over to Cold’s chair, reaching back to pull some papers off the desk behind him to spread out on the table. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”
The layout of the plant was fairly simple. A chain link fence with barbed wire surrounded the entire property, and there were only two ways in.
One was at the front of the plant for visitors and administrative employees, a simple gate that was only big enough for small vehicles to pass through. The second entrance was down a wide road that led around to the back of the plant where the loading docks were. It was a much more sizable gate built to allow semi-trucks through, and there was a security station with guards posted at all times.
“Except at nine o’clock tonight,” Alistair said. “The guards will be taking a break along with the rest of the men who work the docks.”
“And that’s when the Luchesi guys will be sneaking in?” Crybaby asked. “What are we going to do? Follow them in?”
“No, you’ll already be there,” Alistair replied. “The plant often has an issue with coolant leaking from their refrigeration units. After generously donating to one of the plant’s night supervisors, we have gotten a work permit for a team to come check out the equipment.”
“But these guys get paid to look the other way for the Luchesis,” Roger pointed out with a frown. “How do we know this supervisor isn’t gonna snitch?”
“Because he’s loyal to Cold. His son is our boy, Galavant. And from what I understand, he’s now dating our bartender, Patrick.”
“Long live the gay fuckin’ mafia.” Roger cackled.
“So, we get in, we pretend to fix whatever the fuck is broken, and we wait for the very special truck?” Mickey interjected.
“Yes,” Alistair confirmed. “The dock workers and the truck driver will be gone as soon as he parks, leaving you with the four Luchesi men, two vans, and a lot of guns.”
“Four men that we know of.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck it.” Mickey snorted. “Can’t wait.”
“You’re more than welcome to take the day. Rest up. Get ready. But all of you need to be back here by eight o’clock sharp.”
“What time is Cold gonna be back?” Crybaby asked.
“I don’t know,” Alistair replied honestly. “But I do know he’ll be here by eight.”
“Got it.”
“If you’d be so kind, Crybaby, I need you to run a quick errand for us. I’ve got a local repair shop that’s willing to let us borrow a van and some uniforms for the night.”
“I love borrowing things.” Crybaby grinned. “Who’s the repair shop guy dating, huh? The bouncer? Our liquor distributor?”
