“I had the fire marshal and deputies asking too many questions, most of which I couldn’t answer.” I start to explain to everyone. “Some I really didn’t even know how to reply to because I actually didn’t have answers, but I still kept my suspicions to myself.”
“We had deputies and a couple state troopers at The Lodge and brewery,” Brewer adds in. “Two explosions in one parking lot, they were pretty pissed that I wasn’t giving them any ideas on who did it.”
“I can imagine so.”
“And let’s start a list of what was damaged and where. Then I can start looking into getting replacements for everyone.”
“Well, the name on the intake slip for the junker on the yard came back as a phony,” Cypher states. “I looked at the security footage and the tow trucker driver is one we’ve seen before. I called him and he said he got a call from a guys saying it had to be towed today because it was blocking his driveway. He gave me the number he got from the customer. It was disconnected by the time I tried to trace it. Probably was a burner.”
“They got Duchess’s truck at the bakery. Luckily, she wasn’t any closer to the building, otherwise the fire could have jumped and the whole block woulda gone up. The gas meter is on the back of the building right by where she parks.” I give my report.
“It was my truck at the tattoo shop,” Buzz announces.
“The car at The Lodge was Cinnamon’s,” Smoke shares. “We gave her a ride home when we went to pick up Raven.”
“We’re gonna need a new box truck for the brewery,” Ring says.
“And we just got that damn thing less than a year ago,” Brewer adds.
“The only place with nothing was Rebel Repairs,” Steel gives the one piece of good news in this shit storm. “My guess is they didn’t hit there because it’s attached to the compound. Either they were too dumb to realize the buildings aren’t connected, or they didn’t want to risk the shop going up too. Who fucking knows.”
“Do we know for sure that it was the Gearheads idiots?” Hammer asks Cypher who has had his nose buried in his laptop this whole time.
“It was.” He doesn’t stop tapping the keys. “I could show you someone sneaking around all our properties and sticking something under all the vehicles by the gas tanks, minus the junker, but it really would be just a waste of time. It was one guy. Josh. Idiot number five. He’s a stealthy mother fucker too. Had I not known where to look and been zooming in, looking for someone, I never would have seen him just normally scrolling through footage.”
Steel calls for suggestions from the room on how to proceed.
Mountain slams his fist on the table. “We know where they’re living. We’ve seen all six of them when we made our two trips down. I say we send a team to go scoop them up, then take them out to the barn. Maybe we can hang a few of them over The Pit and watch ‘em squirm before we turn ‘em into ash.”
Ring bangs his fist on the table too. “I second.”
“Anyone opposed?” I ask.
“That technically wasn’t a vote.” Brewer pipes up.
“Imotionwe scoop up every single one of those fuckwads and get them better acquainted with The Pit. Is that better, Mr. Secretary?” My Pops asks with the heaviest sarcasm.
“Yup.”
“I second.” Ring repeats.
“All in favor?” I lift my gavel.
“Aye!” All the Brothers say at once.
“Any objections?” is met with silence.
I slam the gavel. “The ayes have it.”
“Let’s make a plan, Brothers.”
Our caravan rolled out at midnight. With a two hour drive ahead of us to Wisconsin Dells, we decided to wait until it was late enough that we didn’t think any law enforcement would be watching for us. Hammer and Buzz wanted to test the theory so they took Angel’s minivan and drove down the road toward town, then circled back and double backed the other way too. They didn’t see any law enforcement vehicles waiting for us, so they said the coast was clear.
We are almost at our destination to grab six men, and we have a total of fifteen of us heading south. Our convoy consists of three trucks and two vans, each carrying three of us. With the plan to have two guys tasked with securing each idiot, plus a few extra for to watch our backs and be drivers, we are more than prepared. On the way home, each van will bring back three Gearheads.
We finally reach the street we’re looking for and roll up with the headlights off, parking a few houses down in both directions. Leaving a couple drivers behind in case we need a quick getaway, the rest of us approach the house.
We spot two guys are on the front porch immediately. They see us too rush toward us, not noticing the crowd headed their way because of the lack of working streetlights. They are quickly overpowered and restrained face down in the front yard in less than a minute. Buzz, Diego, and Mountain stay to watch thosetwo while the rest of us split up. My half of the group circles around to the back door, and as soon as we hear the crash of the front door being kicked open, Steel does the same to the back door and we file in, guns drawn.
