Page 126 of Frisco

“I have eyes on target one.” That was Boise.

I said, “I have eyes on target two.”

“I have target three.”

“Roadie?” That was me.

“Ready.”

“On three.” I led the count. “One. Two.”

As I said three, the plan was that Roadie would open the door, and toss in a flashbang. Corvette would go in, stun the man back there. At the same time, we’d smash into our door and each stun our guys from the back.

We heard the flashbang go off, and we were moving.

Boise pulled the door open.

I went in first, sweeping to the left.

He moved to the right.

Both our targets were going through the doorway, but they turned at hearing us.

Guns were up–bang!

Bang!

Their bodies fell. After that, we cleared the house just to make sure.

There were no surprises on the first floor, second, or in the basement. We were good so still keeping the lights off, we got to work. Boise and I made sure each guy was knocked out with another tranquilizer, then the guys were carried to the front of the house. I could hear Roadie and Corvette over the comms and in the house as they were talking to the women.

Claudia seemed fine. Pissed, but fine.

The other lady was more of a surprise because none of us really knew Tracey. She grew up in the biker community, but her folks were out east. Something happened and she decided to move to West Virginia, took up with her sister and her sister’s husband. Granddad always talked about Tracey as being smart, tough, and someone not to cross. She was also described as having a big personality, but when he was once asked what that meant, he shrugged and said she did hair.

She should’ve been someone that was snatched up by mistake, and on another operation I would’ve chalked that up to what it was. But that didn’t fly with Boise, who said she was being treated differently. I wanted to know more about that.

Boise went to check the truck, then did a search inside. He showed up, dangling some keys and flashed a smile at me. “Transpo.”

Solid plan.

He went, reversed their own truck up to the house and we began putting their bodies on the back of it. At the same time, Roadie and Corvette were bringing the women around from the back of the house.

I checked, not sure what to expect, but stone-cold expressions on both women was not it.

That was until they saw the guys we were loading up.

“Goddamn, you assholes!” Claudia screeched, going after the one Boise and I were currently carrying. She began hitting him on the chest and when that wasn’t good enough, she tried kicking at him. He was too high for her, so he got a few hits to the back.

“Grab her,” I barked at Roadie, who swept her up. He began backing up, his arms around her waist.

His head was down and he was murmuring something to her.

It wasn’t working.

She had her hands in fists and her legs were still trying to get free, but she wasn’t struggling too hard in getting away from him. Suddenly, after we loaded him up, and he was the last one, a sob erupted from her throat. “Goddamn,” she whispered before she hung in Roadie’s arms.

He lifted his head, meeting my gaze and I was getting it.

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