“So, what does that have to do with anything?”
“The guy who allegedly died was a Marine.”At her confused look, he shook his head.
“Never in the history of the military would one branch tell a family member from another branch that their loved one had died while serving their country.I never thought to ask my friend asking me the favor which branch of the military the quote, unquote, deceased served in.”
“Shit, you really did fuck up.Let me guess, she saw through your lie.”
“Yes, that’s when she started questioning me, and I panicked and told her that her brother was pink mist.”
“Meaning there was nothing to bury.”
“Correct.The bitch of it was, she was only seventeen when I told her, she would turn eighteen a couple of months later.She had already lost her parents to one illness or another.”
“Leaving her all alone after you told her that her brother perished.”
“Correct.”Psycho sighed heavily, placed his glass on the table, crossed his arms in front of him, and rested them on the table.“That’s my story with her.When those bikers arrived, they met at her cabin, next door to my boss.I was there, she was angry and snippy with me.I flat out asked what I ever did to piss her off, because I only saw her that one time.”
“What did she say?”
“She pointed to some guy and said he was the one I told her was dead.”
“Crap, so it came back to bite you in the ass?”
“Yes, we agreed to avoid each other at all costs, which I was happy to do.That weekend a mission was discussed, with full cooperation from the DEA and ATF to allow those bikers to set the scene, the government agencies would stay in the background and when the time came, they would make the arrests.”
“Were they like the Devil’s Scorpions that we took down?”
“Absolutely nothing like them.These guys were the good guys who happened to fly colors and ride bikes.No drugs, no illegal sex trafficking, no illegal firearms.If I didn’t mention this before, there were three clubs involved in the planning stages.”
“Can you tell me what they were planning?”
“Setting up a gigantic event to bring in bikers from all over to participate as customers.”
“What type of event would do that?”
“An underground MMA fight, with women being the fighters.”
“No way.”
“Way, and that woman I mentioned earlier, she was the lead draw.Apparently, she was good, undefeated.The planning happened, the event took place, then all hell broke loose.”
