Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Do you want to tell them what we’re doing?” Scythe asked.
“Your job, Road Captain,” Lucien said, handing him a manifest before stepping back into the shadows.
Scythe knew each member was aware he was there. Lucien’s presence alone would underline the importance of the ride. “Gather round!” Scythe shouted over the casual conversations. He scanned the paper and shook his head as the Devil Daddies fell silent and moved closer to hear the details from Scythe. Of all the possible weaponry the Ravagers could be importing, this struck too close to home.
“The Ravagers are receiving a shipment tonight. We’re intercepting it at the private airstrip off Chipman Road.”
“What is it?” Toxin called.
“A new design of armor-piercing bullets,” Scythe answered. “We do not wish to face these on the road.”
Answering noes of agreement rumbled from the small group.
“Hey! Won’t they just bring in more?” Fury asked.
“We’ll have company join us after we’ve stashed half of the load on our bikes. A few local cops will arrest the crew and seize the remaining shipment, including the plane,” Scythe told him. “We get in and out before they arrive.”
The Devil Daddies nodded. They’d trust him to ensure their safety. Their confidence in him came with responsibility.
“If no one has any other questions, mount up. Vex, Fury, Hellcat, we’ll give you a ten-minute head start to take out the guards,” Scythe announced.
Immediately, the three men jogged to their bikes and headed out. The three worked well together and would clear the way. The others strapped on their helmets and straddled their bikes. Scythe watched the time as he moved down the drive to allow the other bikers to line up after him. When he accelerated, the Devils followed.
The entrance was quiet as they entered the airport. Scythe kept an eye out and spotted Fury concealed under a tree. When he nodded, the biker faded from view. They were in position and would guard the club’s back. Lucien had trained them well.
Scythe checked the time. The neighbors in the area would have contacted the police as soon as they’d heard the large group of bikers converge on the airport. Vex, Fury, and Hellcat would have arrived separately. A single rumble of a cycle wouldn’t have concerned anyone.
He drove to a shaded area off the runway and signaled Dead Eye. The quietest member of the club moved up beside him and stepped off his bike. He drew his well-used sniper rifle from its usual location concealed under his cut and headed into position.
Less than a minute later, Scythe noted the rumble of an approaching plane engine. It sounded rough. He hid a grin. Pirate had hacked into the transport company’s computer system and arranged for the cargo to arrive three hours before the Ravagers had contracted them.
The bikers strolled out onto the runway, and those inside the plane opened the hatch, lowering the stairs. Scythe walked forward to greet the man who descended. As they shook hands, Dead Eye took out the tires, rendering the plane helpless. Scythe used that distraction to overpower the man and held a knife to his throat, as he used the new arrival as a shield.
“Tell your men to surrender or you’re dead,” he growled into his captive’s ear.
“We’ll kill the Ravagers,” the man threatened as he thrashed to get away.
Scythe didn’t correct the man’s mistake in believing they were the rival club. He’d celebrate if the Ravagers were wiped from existence.
A ping of a bullet sounded. Dead Eye had fired again. A man fell from the door of the plane, where he must have attempted to target the Devil Daddies. The bikers scattered as the gun tumbled down the stairs. When it didn’t discharge, Scythe shook his head. “Your guys don’t know how to take the safety off?” He chuckled into the man’s ear.
When his captive thrashed, Scythe whacked him over the head with the hilt of his blade, knocking him out. He dropped him onto the pavement. One of the bikers would restrain him.
He climbed the stairs cautiously. The pilot sat frozen in his seat. A red dot over his heart kept him pinned in place. Scythe scanned the cargo hold, not spotting anyone. The fools had come with only three on board?
“Tie up the pilot,” Scythe growled to Street, who appeared behind him. It was foolhardy of the new MC member to follow him before he got the all-clear, but Scythe appreciated the reinforcement. His intuition told him there had to be another man to unload the cargo.
A glint of moonlight off metal warned him, and he threw his knife. The scream that followed confirmed the danger was over. Soon, four men stretched out on the pavement with varying levels of injuries. All still lived to greet the cops when they arrived.
“Take half. Move fast. We leave in three minutes.”