“Good job, kid…. No, not yet. Let me and Hustle go check it out. I’ll call Dirt once we’re sure.” War grabbed my helmet as he passed my bike and tossed it to me, before grabbing his and getting on his bike. “There’s an industrial estate near Fredon Township. He’s traced ownership of a building down there to the Kingsmen’s Sargent-At-Arms, Mad Hog.”
“Mad Hog? I thought some of our names were fucked up.”
“Fucked up? We’re creative and personal when it comes to our road names, asshole. Mad Hog doesn’t even make sense,” he grunted as he started his bike. “Kansas checked the local cameras when he knew it was theirs and there’s been some activity, not a lot but people have definitely come and gone over the last twenty-four hours, the rest of the place has been quiet. Let’s go check it out.”
It didn’t take long to get there but we left our bikes hidden a little way back so we could go in on foot and not give ourselves away. There were a number of buildings around but everywhere was quiet, no cars, everything seemed shut up. It helped the sky was darkening.
The place was set in grassy slopes and forests and there was a high fence surrounding the whole area. We waited until Kansas texted to say he’d disabled the security cameras at the entrance to the estate for us, then moved quietly through the buildings until we got to the one on the far-left side. Staying slightly uphill of the large building, we crouched down behind some dumpsters and watched.
After about fifteen minutes a guy came out of a side door ahead of us. He walked around, his eyes scanning the area, like he was looking out for something. I exchanged a quick look with War wondering if Kansas had fucked up and there was a camera on us, when a girl in high heels wobbled out of the door, then got on her knees in front of him, we knew there wasn’t.
“If that’s their lookout they’re fucking stupider than I thought,” War hissed.
“Recognize him?”
“No, but he’s wearing a Kingsmen cut. We need to get a closer look.”
Before he could get up, I grabbed his sleeve. “Should we call Dirt, or Ballistic? I want to do things on our own but look at this place, there could be way more people in there than we think. We’d be completely outmanned and outgunned.”
War looked like he didn’t want to even consider waiting but I was right. He didn’t call Dirt like I thought he would, he called Kansas and asked him to let them know the details and to watch out for us. I could hear Kansas whining down the phone, but War just hung up on him.
“They’re gonna be at least twenty minutes getting down here,” War said, rising from his crouch and flattening his back against the wall to peer around it. I got up and stood behind him.
“The whole point of calling was to have back up,” I point out.
“She could be in there. You wanna sit out here waiting for them or go find out.”
He had a point. I glanced at the building in front of us. The guy had turned around and had the girl up against the side of the building. She was still down on her knees, he had one hand on the wall and the other on her head. He was viciously thrusting his hips into her face.
War turned angry eyes to me and before I could stop him, he moved out from behind our hiding spot. He didn’t even try to hide, but he moved quickly and quietly and the Kingsmen didn’t know what the fuck hit him when War smashed his gun into the back of his head.
He dropped like a sack of shit, the girl on the ground fell on her ass, there was spit running all over her chin, her eyes huge as she looked up.
She was about to open her mouth to scream when War casually pushed his gun into her half open mouth. She whimpered and held her hands up, her eyes like saucers. She was fucking terrified, but it was effective, because she shut up, big fat tears welled in her eyes as they darted from War to the guy on the ground then back to him. I didn’t think she even knew I was standing here.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t blow your brains all over the side of this building.”
Chapter Eight
I was watching mindless TV, tossing the remote control up and down. Time was difficult to keep track of in here but I figured another night passed because I’d slept for a few hours. I was mid throw when the door opened again and I fumbled the remote, it hit my knee and I winced. Mace waved a hand at me impatiently, he wanted me to get up. I didn’t really need the bathroom but could wash up and brush my teeth. I was getting stale coffee breath.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he took me out of the room but didn’t head across the hall to the bathroom. I hated the shaky tone of my voice.
Mace didn’t answer me. He took hold of my arm, it hadn’t escaped my notice he hadn’t cuffed me. We didn’t go far, and I couldn’t really get a sense of where we were, before he led me into another room beside mine.
It was a bedroom. I could smell the scent of Mace’s bodywash all over the room. The bed was made, there wasn’t a thing out of place. He took me into an adjoining room, an ensuite bathroom, with a shower, I was almost weeping at the sight of it. I was tense and Mace still had hold of my arm.
He looked downat me. “Relax,” he said.
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered.
There was a towel and a pile of clothes on a vanity beside the sink.
“You have ten minutes,” he said, looking at his watch. “Tick tock,” he tapped his wrist after letting me go then stepped back and pulled the door over, but he didn’t shut it all the way, just enough that he wouldn’t be able to see me. He was going to stand out there.
I glanced around, like the other bathroom, there was nothing here I could use as a weapon, although I didn’t think I wanted to, given he was being decent. I reached into the glass enclosed cubicle and turned on the shower, the water heated quickly, and I let out a deep sigh. There were a couple of bottles on the side of the tub. A two in one shampoo and conditioner and a body wash.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed while I’d been inspecting the place and I pushed aside my concern at undressing and just did it. I jumped under the hot spray and let out a long moan, hopefully not loud enough to be heard over the noise of the shower. I soaped my body and washed my hair twice. I was rinsing off when he banged on the door, making me jump.
