“Yup, that Saylor.” Rubbing my jaw. “Fuck me, and you’re still alive? That shit amazes me,” He says leaning back in his chair lighting yet another of my smokes.
Viper looks at me, “Well ain’t you just a soft cock.”
Smacking his hand into my chest, “Pass us your pack of smokes, yes? I could kiss a Marlboro right now.” Picking up my smokes I chuck them at him, “Have them. You both are as bad as each other. I’m having a fucking shower.”
***
Pulling up to the meeting spot, set up in Hope, the Reaper boys are already there waiting. It’s isolated, it’s derelict and it’s dusty as fuck. Scouting the place out I nod
to Flame, and he nods to me, we both don’t see anything that shouldn’t be there. It’s an abandoned building in the middle of a dust patch. Birds fly overhead as the sun hammers down on us. Sweat rolls down my spine. Killing my bike, I help Viper from the front of the Van as Hawk greets the Reapers walking over to us.
Leaning against my bike, smoke between my lips, I scan the horizon something feels different. Eyeing Flame, I raise my eyebrows in question as 81, a man who screams dark, and psycho all in leathers walks toward us
“Boys,” he says to us, we nod our heads in return
“Brother,” we say in unison. Viper shakes the outstretched hand of 81, pulling him in for a bro hug. Viper winces, the movement causing pain to wash over his face.
“Good to see you, brother,” He pushes out through gritted teeth.
“Good to see you’re still an ugly bastard, brother.” Laughter breaks out while Viper’s face pales from pain. Small beads of sweat roll down his face. Holding his side, I step away from my bike wrapping my hand around his side. I flick my wrist and the prospect we brought brings over the chair I loaded into the van from the hotel for just this reason.
“Well, brother, pleased to see I didn’t disappoint you by changing,” Viper pushes out through gritted teeth.
“Sucker for punishment I still see.” His eyes rolling over Vipers rigid body as I sit him down.
“Always.” I shake my head. “It’ll kill him one day,” I say my hand going out to shake 81’s as I nod to Knox behind him. We haven’t meet before as he’s a newbie and patched in by Bray to help keep Blue in line. HA, like that would ever work. She’s fucking insane and feeds on danger and blood that one.
“Capone, my brother, you’re still much the same, too, I see. Ugly, fucking broody as ever and well you’re a grumpy cunt.” His hand closes to a fist and punches me in the gut. The air leaves me as I fall forward to grab him around the neck closing my fist, I punch him in his ribs.
“Brother, what can I say it’s a full-time job. No one is as ugly as you though, brother. You take being a dark psychopath to a whole new level.” Letting him go as Knox steps closer, his hand on his gun inside his cut and all I can do is laugh.
Flame steps forward placing his hand out, “Easy on your piece there, brother. It’s just a little fun banter.”
Winking at him, “Stand down Knox. Me and these ugly mongrels go way back to when we all though nomad was the way to go.” Shaking his head at the reminder. “Till we got the shit kicked out of us by our Prez., and were told we stay put, stay solid or die.” Lifting one shoulder up Knox pulls his hand of his gun.
“I kind of like living too much and what would the world do without me in it to fuck shit up,” he says to us, laughing.
“You mean women to fuck,” Viper chimes in as a prospect places the black duffle bags at his feet. Flame crouches down and begins to pull them out.
“Well that too,” 81 says as his voice trails off. He still hasn’t moved past that crazy, dark shit that went down. I can see it in the way his eyes glazed over and his face changed.
“Right, boys, let’s talk guns, yes?” Flame bites out. Hawk picks up one of the Assault Rifles that Flame just assembled, turning it over in his hands. “Nice. This is nice. I may put an order in.”
“We have AKM Assault rifles. They have a stamped steel receiver with a slant muzzle brake. They come unassembled and in oil drums through the Irish pipeline that we have open.
“Aahh, yes. This same Irish line as Bray is trying to establish for us,” 81 says taking the second gun from Flame and holding it up to look it over.
“Be mint to try before we sign up to their demands.” Opening fire on the shed we block our ears. No warning, this guy never does shit by the book, like ever. Clip finished; he flexes his hand for another clip. Flame hooks him up and he then peppers an old, abandoned car.
“These are the backbone to our gunrunning empire with these babies here coming in a close second.” Passing up a Colt M4A1 Carbine with a M68 Aimpoint reflex optic, Knights armament RAS railed handguard and vertical forward grip.
“Ooo, no. This is a gun boner, brother. Look at this baby, she makes me hard with just the look and now for the feel.” He opens up again this time just firing aimlessly into the air.
“ChaWow. That’s what I’m fucking talking about.” His eyes wide, a smile ripping across his face as I light another smoke. This guy is gun mad and the Reapers will be a business loss for us once they gain their own gun supply. Makes sense though. They are in NYC for fuck sake this is a trip just for guns the cost alone is insane.
“The rest of the shipment are some Ruger AC556K with a short barrel 20 round mag, a MAC 10 open bolt submachine gun. Perfect to slip inside your zipped cut to conceal while you ride out to shoot up some house in a drive by. That’s what I like the most about it. I can slip it in my cut and pull it out fast open fire and fuck off like I was never there.”
Flame grins as he hands it over to Knox, who looks over it with fire in his eyes. “Then we have a Mossberg 590 with Ghost ring sights, Bayonet lug and speed feed stock; 12 gauge. This is my personal favourite,” Flame says passing it to 81.
