Page 62 of Gypsy Angel

“How long before you can get the drone set up with real camera capabilities?” Viper asked, looking over at Oz.

“With Mac and Taz’s help, two hours tops, an hour at the earliest.” Oz shrugged as he looked at the two he mentioned in question.

“We got this. You guys set up how you’re going to fuck up Woody’s day and we’ll get the drone ready to rock and roll.” Taz answered, moving towards Oz.

Once Taz, Oz and Mac left the room to go work on the drone that was needed, Diesel turned to look at those in the room and decided who she wanted with her. Nodding at her girls, Showalter, York, Pratt, Peaches, Gigi, Duong, Toi and Angel, she then nodded at Viper, Jacko, Highlander, Kermit, Houston, Doc, Snake, Cowboy, Dom and Odin. She had her team to go in force with.

“What’s the plan, Diez?” Pratt asked, crossing her arms as she stared at Diesel, awaiting her orders.

Diesel looked around the room at those she chose to be her crew for the next phase of finding Raven. So many scenarios ran through her head at the moment. Looking over at Viper, she tilted her head as she considered a couple of those ideas right off the bat. When Viper smirked at her, she shook her head as she turned to her group.

“I’m open for ideas. I have a few, but I want to hear what you guys have first.” Diesel admitted, rubbing her face as she sat down in her chair with a heavy sigh.

“Are we going in as a MC crew or as mercenaries who have information?” Dom started with the question on his mind.

“What do we know about Woody? Let’s start with that and then we can decide from there how we get in. Something tells me we need to know about Woody and who he is as a person.” Showalter advised, getting nods from Pratt, York, and Diesel.

“Well, we know he’s a high school dropout. He’s a second-generation Red Dragon. His father was one of the original members of the Dragon MC, was a vice prez before he was killed in a shootout about six years ago. Woody seems to be the embarrassment of daddy’s clan. From all reports found, his brother became a lawyer, a sister who’s a nurse at a local hospital and another brother who is military. None of them have anything to do with the MC. Woody is the only one who’s never amounted to anything,” Pratt informed the group, reading from a file she had in her hands, looking over the information.

“When did he become the rank he is now?” Viper asked Pratt, leaning forward in his chair studying her.

“This is interesting. From what the LAPD gang squad has on him, he didn’t rise in rank until the last couple of months. What do you want to bet Woody was tired of the others getting the spots he’s felt he’s entitled to because of dear old dad and started taking out his competition?” Pratt asked, looking up at Viper. “From what they have here, Woody was a nobody in the club. Three months ago, he suddenly got the rank of enforcer, then when the vice prez got taken out by a believed rival, Woody pushed his way in. Now suddenly Diego is missing, well we know where ole Diego is, so we helped Woody there. He’s now claiming to be the new big dog with the Red Dragons.”

“We know about Katrina’s family history. We know her mother was a Dragon club whore. What about Katrina? They have anything on her?” Odin asked, looking towards Pratt, since she had the folder.

“Nada. There’s nothing in here about her. Jackson, what do you know that isn’t in the file about the Red Dragons? Have you ever had any dealings with Diego?” Pratt turned towards the Satan’s Outlaws prez.

“I’ve had a few dealings with them. Not much. Diego was actually wanting to merge the Dragons with us and had been in talks with us until about four months ago. That’s when the rumblings about the Golden Fangs moving into San Diego started. I was in a meeting with Diego when he got a call about Gerbil, his vice prez being taken out, along with three other members of the MC. After that, never heard from Diego again. I know from the few conversations we have had, he didn’t like Woody. Felt the asshat was entitled and wanted him out of the MC. Told me that once we had joined, I had permission to deal with him how he saw fit. Diego didn’t want the responsibility of the MC anymore.”

“Why not? That’s unusual for someone not wanting to be a big wig.” Rameriez questioned, confusion on her face as she sat with her team after walking into the room.

“Being a MC president is a lot of work. It’s not like the movies make it. We have to deal with the asshats in the MC, business issues for the club, making sure no one is doing shit they shouldn’t be doing, and so much more. Especially onces that have their hands in a few pies. Diego didn’t want his men to know it, but he was dying. They diagnosed Diego a six months ago with stage three prostate cancer. He knew once Woody found out, he’d take him out to get the top spot and then there would be inner fighting within the Dragons. It’s why he met with me to discuss me just taking over the MC.” Jackson informed the group, shrugging as he leaned against the wall.

“Well shit. Explains why he didn’t put up much of a fight when we got a hold of him. I’ll need to make a call and make sure that information is relayed. Maybe they can offer him a deal on the down low for what information he may have.” Pratt stood up to make her call as she moved out of the room.

The group continued to shoot information towards each other to better come up with ideas on how to approach the Red Dragons. Two hours later, when Oz, Taz, and Mac came back into the room, they had a semi plan put into place on what they wanted to do. Whether or not it would work was the question of the century.

FORTY-TWO

The team had a working plan. Once Oz and Taz showed them what to look for when they showed up at the Red Dragon compound. It was decided that Viper, Diesel, Jacko, York, Showalter, Pratt and Highlander would be the group to speak with Woody, while the rest surrounded the compound to watch for anyone trying to leave. Odin and Jackson would also be part of the observation teams and wearing comms.

Everyone suited up to fit their roles as well as kitted themselves out with the weapons they thought they would need for this assignment. The plan was for the main group to go to the compound to demand a meeting with Woody. Once they rolled up to the compound gates, they waited for someone to acknowledge them. When one of the guys manning the gate, who was obviously a prospect, came up to Viper with a sneer on his face, Diesel, Showalter, Pratt and York chuckled loudly, making sure to get the guy’s attention.

“What’s so funny to you, bitch?”

“The memory of the last guy who sneered his way and called me a bitch. Fun times.” Diesel responded, quirking an eyebrow at the prospect, daring him to smart back. “Now, please be a good little prospect and tell your prez that Viper and ‘Bitch’ are here to request an audience with him. It’s regarding Diego and the Golden Fangs.”

“You a pussy or something? Letting the club whore speak…”

Viper reached out and gripped the prospect by the throat as he pulled the kid towards him. “Call my wife a club whore or a bitch again and your prez will have your ass to scrape up from the sidewalk while I call the rest of my men, I out number you eight to one, don’t let this small group fool you. I’ll let these women deal with the rest of your club. If they are as incompetent as you are, it will be an easy fucking feat. Now, as my wife asked you nicely, get your fucking prez on the line and let him know I am here to see him regarding Diego, the real club prez and the Golden Fangs. If you can’t do that, then I’ll take my business to the Golden Fangs. Plain and fucking simple.”

When Viper shoved the prospect back, he fell to the ground before scrambling back to his feet and gripping his throat. “You’ll pay for that motherfucker. I’ll let Woody deal with your ass.”

“If that means you get him on the horn and let him know someone is here to see him, then great, he can attempt to.” Viper responded, then ignored the kid while he looked over at Diesel with his own eyebrow quirked.

Diesel couldn’t help but smirk his way when she saw his glare towards her. “What? He called me a bitch. You took out the last asshat that called me a bitch. Kinda turned me on at the memory. Sorry…ok that would be a lie, not sorry.”

“Wrench!” Viper chuckled as he reached over to tug on Diesel’s hair instead of what he wanted to do.

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