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“That’s good, Pres. Was there any kickback?” Bull asks while leaning back in his seat.
Darius, I notice is taking it all in. Watching Keys on the system, and Cap who is standing near the office door with his arms folded over his chest as though he’s on guard duty.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Darius, that your Uncle Silas was a piece of shit, and he’s gone over to the other side. Yeah, dead as you know, but he’s not gone to the good place…” I leave it at that and wait for Darius to respond.
“Yeah?” Darius turns all his attention to me.
“Yeah. He has gone somewhere that we are not going. Well, according to Cilla, somewhere we would not want to follow. If you get my drift?”
Darius smirks, and his entire face shows the amusement he’s feeling. “Well, that’s good to hear. Couldn’t have happened any better. I wasn’t sure I believed all this ghost stuff, but it seems you all do, and you know this Cilla lady, so you’d know if she was not real.”
Pres jumps in at this point. “Oh, she’s real alright, and I’ve seen enough evidence to know the brothers are still with us even though they are not physically with us.”
Bull chuckles, I nod, and Cap says nothing. Pres, however, is looking into space and doing that frown thing he does when he’s trying to get a reaction from Bono, Tank, or Pyro. I watch him closely, but when he stops frowning, I know it’s not working, but the disgust on his face has me quickly turning to my station so he doesn’t see the amusement I’m wearing.
“I’d like to meet Cilla. I think she’d be interesting to get to know,” Darius says with respect in his voice.
Pres chuckles. “Her daughter is going to be a seer too, and it’s going to be fun to see what happens as Ayla grows up.”
Darius quickly responds, “A daughter who can see and hear ghosts, too? Wow, that is something.”
“Everything looks good on the system, Bull,” Keys interrupts as he turns and stands from the seat at the station. “Every vehicle has a camera running, showing all angles, plus the trackers are working perfectly. If anyone tries any shit, we’ll know about it instantly. I’ve given the brothers an emergency button I’ve placed in the trucks. They just press it and I get a signal that they need help immediately.”
“Good. We have all the cameras working 24/7 here and in the garage. I warned Malik about the cameras, so he doesn’t move any, and he said he’d check them each morning before he starts and every evening when he leaves. That way, if anything goes amiss, he’ll see it relatively quickly,” Bull fills us in.
I notice Darius is nodding in agreement before he asks, “Are you going to put cameras and other security around the impound lot?”
Keys nods. “Yeah. I’ll make sure the place is well covered.”
Darius speaks again, “I heard some gossip around the trailers that the lot has been hit a few times. But Toby isn’t reporting it because he is scared. If that is true, we’ll need cameras, and I may get myself a big fuckin’ dog.”
“I know a woman who breeds and trains Rottweilers for security purposes. But she has a huge contract on them, they cannot be sold, bred from, or anything else without her written permission. She’s sued three and won thanks to the airtight contract.” Cap steps away from the door for the first time and takes out his phone. Showing some photographs of the dogs he’s mentioning.
“Wow, they are beautiful and huge too. I’d get myself a pair of them. They’d be damn good company too.”
“I wonder if Rory wants one?” Tracker murmurs to himself, and I roll my eyes because I know Rory is looking at getting herself a German Shepherd. I heard her saying just that to Cilla the other day. But I keep that information to myself, for now at least.
Sitting at the bar in the common room, I watch brothers cleaning their weapons. Everyone is getting ready for the war that is coming. We can all feel that it’s coming, and we are not hiding from the fuckers that think they can come into our territory and make a claim.
Cilla and Ayla are tucked upstairs in one of the newly finished suites. Cilla isn’t happy, but when Pyro kept throwing tiny flames at her when she tried to leave, she decided to stay.
Pres has Rory helping Coin look at where, if anywhere, the businesses can save money. It’s his way of keeping her here and occupied while Truck spends more time at the gas station preparing for what is coming.
Ghost has disappeared and I’m sure he’s on recon after his meeting with Pres two days past. Nobody is mentioning the fact that he is not around, and I notice Whistle, Tread, Xero, and Brewer have been huddled in a corner speaking quietly for the last hour.
The six who work in construction are in the common room, and they are speaking with Finger, Rides, Hot Rod, Scalpel, and Pres. They have a blueprint of the compound and clubhouse in front of them. They’ve pulled three tables together to accommodate the plans. It looks like they are pinpointing weak spots in our defenses. Good thing to know now, and not when the asshole MC arrives.
Echo takes a seat next to me and nods to the table I’m watching. “Do you think we have many weak spots, Joker?”
“No. I think we may have had a couple. But we are always tight on our security. When we had lockdown the last time we had trouble, it was so tight you couldn’t fuckin’ breathe.”
“I’m going over to the gas station in a few minutes. I’m hanging around with Dice for a few hours. With the threat over our heads, we decided we’d watch each other more closely on the night shifts. I know the recovery office is locked now, rather than the door left open for anyone to walk inside. Malik is locking down the garage when he leaves for the day. It feels like we are being as careful as we can. What’s making it all feel hairy is the fact we don’t know where the fuckers are, and if they are even heading our way.”
“Take notice, Echo. Ghost is not around, and he’s our best recon man. I think Pres has sent him to check out where the fuckers are, and if they are heading this way, how long before they arrive.”
“Hm, I’ll do that. Okay, I’m off. I’ll catch you later, Joker.”
I watch as Echo leaves, and I finish my drink before heading upstairs where I’m going to clean my weapons to be ready for whatever asshole comes into my line of fire.
