Step by step.
I was practically shoved into a corner that he perched in.
Jesus Christ, it’s cramped in here.
I noticed that everyone was basically on the other side of the shed, gathered around Cap and my brother. So why the fuck was Brutus in the corner? I mean, sure, I’d only been part of one church meeting and he was in a corner then as well. But I figured he just didn’t want to be cramped up with all of the guys. There was plenty of space inside of this shed, since it had to house all of my brother’s crews’ bikes at once.
The fuck was he doing all the way over here, then?
There wasn’t much that happened until Ranger got back. Mostly, I sweated like a fucking hog with Brutus’s body heat trapping me against the shed wall. Sure, the damn shed was insulated and shit from the weather, but it wasn’t like there was central air in the thing, you know?
My clothes stuck to me by the time Ranger got back with the emails, Smoke dropping soundlessly at his feet the second he stopped moving.
“Thanks,” Brutus mumbled as he got handed a piece of paper.
“All right,” Cap said once Ranger had divvied out the emails, “I’ll give you time to read the email string before we talk.”
“Holy fucking shit,” I heard my brother say.
“Looks like someone reads quickly,” Wrecker said.
I heard the grin in his voice while the rest of my brother’s crew members grumbled all sorts of things to themselves.
“Jesus Christ.”
“And this is legit?”
“You’ve double-checked this out?”
“The hell? We’ve been deputized?”
Deputized? What in the fuck was going on?
“No,” Cap said, “The Iron Battalion have been deputized. At least, that’s how we interpret this. But that doesn’t mean you guys can’t help.”
“What the hell do we do now that you guys have been deputized by the fucking DOJ?” my brother asked.
My jaw hit the floor. What in the fuck happened? What in the hell did I miss? I wanted to ask so many questions, but I wasn’t in a position to be able to. I think I hated that more than being left out. Why? Because it only reinforced the fact that I was left out multiple times, despite helping these asshats keep their fuckbuckets safe.
Okay, I shouldn’t refer to the women like that.
But still.
“We’ll do what we can, but we don’t wanna rock whatever it is you guys have going on,” my brother said.
“Here’s the working plan,” Cap began, “as you can see in the emails, it takes the DOJ time to get together the proper files and deputize a team to come down here and investigate. So while they’re doing that, we’re going to be doing everything on our end to make things as smooth and as official as possible.”
Wrecker took the reins. “That means we are going to file police reports with every precinct that guards a side of the state park.”
“Oh hell yeah, we can do that,” my brother said.
“We figured you guys would be okay with that,” Brutus said.
Cap continued. “Staying above board and keeping this legal means that whatever information we find from the microphones and cameras that have been planted, we can’t act on. Right now, we’re in gathering mode. We can establish groups within the crews that will handle the filing of the police reports, but firstwe need a comprehensive list of all the precincts that help with patrolling and keeping the state park safe.
“I can get that for us tonight,” Ranger said.
“Perfect,” Cap said. “Scout.”
