Prez looks over at Tracker, who looks at me first, and then back at Prez. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He then turns to face me again—why do I feel like he’s trying to protect me from something?
“Okay, boys, tonight at 2100 sharp, the Forseekers are expecting a delivery of coke. Tracker will go in with the coke, and will try and look around the place, see if there’s any sign of girls.”
“What if they ask where the real drug dealer is?” Hawke asks.
Prez looks from Hawke to Tracker. “Just say you had to step in, that the regular guy had to cover another district or something like that.”
Hawke nods, then asks, “What if shit goes down, how will Tracker get word to us?”
“I’ve got a mic that I was able to get from an old friend from the force. It’s small and looks like a button, and I’ll attach it to my shirt so you guys can listen in. You guys will hide out not far from the warehouse, and if I need help, I’ll use the safeword.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, still not liking that Tracker’s going in alone.
“Bros before hoes,” he says while chuckling, and we all burst out laughing.
“I like it,” I reply, still laughing along with my brothers.
Prez gives us a minute to quieten down and then looks around the table at each of us. “In all seriousness, boys, we need to remember who we’re dealing with here. The Forseekers have a bad reputation, and we all know that Viper has a record and a short fuse, so we need to be careful. I don’t like that this is all happening so quick, I’d like more time to plan, but this may be the only opportunity for us to get in there. And if they are the ones who are stealing women from the streets then we need to act now. Tracker, don’t take any risks, if things turn sour, just get yourself out of there. Our only aim is to see if anything’s out of sorts, and that’s it for now, you got it?”
Tracker nods. “Got it.”
“Hawke mentioned that the club is covered by fields and trees, so we’ll take cover behind the bushes and have visual on the warehouse using our equipment.”
“One question,” I pipe up.
“What’s that?”
“Where we gettin’ the coke?”
Prez smiles. “I got it.”
“What do you mean you got it?”
“Let’s just say, Hawke got the dealer to agree to give us the coke.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I won’t even ask.”
“Better that you don’t,” Prez agrees. “Okay, lets meet out front at 2100. Rhyder and Gunner, you ride in the SUV so we have the audio.” Rhyder nods. “Any other business?” Everyone around the table is silent. “Okay, then. Church is out.”
He slams the gavel down, and I get up from my seat with one intention in mind: to get to that file.