“They’re going to die for hurting me, you do get that?”
“What, like I’m an idiot?”
Voices in our ears shut us up again.
“Overwatch 1 in place.”
Silence followed, then a Bennett bastard voice.
“Overwhat? Who the fuck is that?”
Chuckles sounded from our guys, and then a second unknown voice.
“Overwatch 2 in place.”
“Who the fuck are these people? You’ve got secret snipers or something, bruv?”
“They better be watching the DDs and not us, bruv, or we’re gonna have issues.”
Micro chuckled.“They’re backing us, so shut up and rejoin your bellend team.”
“Who’re you calling a fucking bellend?”
“Shut it! There’s movement outside their clubhouse.”
“Oh it’s on now. I’m about to Jackie Chan their asses.”
“Jackie Chan didn’t do Krav Maga, dickhead.”
We watched as the banter quieted down, and people started moving, first a team making their way into the storage area, and lying in wait for anyone heading for the guns, disabling themin the process. The second camera was aimed at the open space between their clubhouse building and the storage units at the side. It was in the middle of a trading estate, but we knew they were mostly surrounded by closed down buildings. Probably quite hard to carry out business with a nasty biker club dragging the area down. I guess we were doing their whole town a favour tonight. Or at least, everyone but me was. That thought was niggling at me, because it was my fucking retribution to take.
“Uh oh, they’re going for it.”
She wasn’t wrong. Bodies started crashing together, and yelling filled the air, at least in our ears, as Phoenix and Bennett people took on the Double Ds, and hell broke loose. I saw punching and kicking, the glint of blades, and then a low crack in the air that suggested someone had been taken down by our mercs, the guys the Bennetts clearly didn’t know about. Or the guys Don Rossi had sent to discreetly back us up, on the proviso that the Bennetts didn’t find out about them. He’d managed to steer clear of any ties to them, according to Harley, and I wished we’d done the same, although, watching their men and woman fight side by side with my brothers was pretty amazing.
The Double Ds picked on me as a weak link. One biker alone in a deserted area, and easy pickings for a group of guys, but now they were learning that there was nothing weak about Phoenix. Everyone seemed to assume since the club mostly stayed on the right side of the law, despite some gentle distribution of party drugs, and the like, that it meant we were weak, easy to take down. Not a challenge.
They were learning the opposite right now, as Double D bikers started hitting the ground and not getting up again. I found myself hoping it really fucking hurt each of them, because that’s what they deserved.
“This is almost too easy,”Grease said in our ears, laughing to himself as another crack of gunfire cut through the sounds of fists thudding, and grunts of pain.
“Overwatch 1, no more movement.”
“That’ll be because you shot their faces off,”someone chuckled, but I couldn’t tell who.
“Oi, bruv. That one’s legging it.”
We watched as things slowed down and people started to run out of people to fight.
“Check for stragglers,”Micro yelled, and then we heard Reacher yelling out commands to someone too. We couldn’t see all of it, but what we could see was a body-strewn battlefield, with only friendly survivors.
“No more in there.”
“Overwatch 2, nobody here.”
“Overwatch 1, clear.”
With no people left, phase two was in motion, dragging bodies into the main clubhouse, and ransacking their supplies before torching it.
