The Copperhead Kings clubhouse is a three-story building in a rougher part of Houston.
Industrial area, not much foot traffic.
Good for them, but it’s good for us too.
"Count?" I ask.
"Fifteen to twenty bikes outside. Lights on in multiple rooms. Activity on all three floors." Rogue zooms in on a window. "That's Venom. Third floor, corner office. Saw him through the window."
Target confirmed.
"Security?"
"Light. They're not expecting us. Probably think we're too smart to come into their territory." Rogue grins. "They're wrong."
"What's the layout?"
Rogue pulls up building schematics he somehow acquired. "Three floors. Main entrance here, back entrance here, roof access here. Stairwells on both ends of the building. Venom's office is here—third floor, northeast corner. Reinforced door, probably armed guards inside."
I study the layout, committing it to memory. "We go in three groups. Phantom takes the front with Shotgun Saints. Damon takes the back with Reapers. I take the roof with Shiver, Banshee, and three more."
"Pincer movement," Rogue says, nodding. "Trap them in the middle."
"Exactly."
Phantom approaches, Thunder beside him. "We move at nightfall. Give us cover of darkness, make it harder for them to see us coming."
"Agreed," Damon says, joining us. "My boys are ready. We go in hard, we go in fast, we end this."
I look at Phantom. "Venom's mine."
His jaw tightens. "He threatened my daughter."
"And he threatened my wife. I let you in on Flint with me, but I’m not sharing this kill."
Phantom holds my gaze for a long moment, then nods. "Fine."
The hours crawl by.
We eat—fast food someone picked up, though none of us have much appetite.
We check weapons—guns cleaned, loaded, extra magazines distributed.
We rest—though rest is relative when you're about to walk into a gunfight.
I can't rest.
Fuck, I can barely san't sit still.
Grace is sitting in the armored van, Charlie-less for once, just staring out the window at nothing.
I climb in the back and sit beside her, and she immediately curls into my side.
"You okay?" I ask.
"No. But I will be. After tonight is dealt with."
"Yeah, everything will be different," She's quiet for a moment, "You're going to kill him."
