Page 68 of Butcher

Rip nodded. “Yeah, my shit works off satellites. The hills and trees won’t be a problem. Could use some help getting it all set up.”

“We’ll give you a hand,” Kilo said, motioning to his brothers.

“Thanks, Hell can we borrow you too?” Rip shot Kilo a grin. “Dude could pick up a fucking horse if we needed him to.”

“Yeah,” Bolo said, eyeing Hellfire. “You’re built like a damn tank.”

“We’ll bring the weapons inside,” I told Lock. “Get a count then let us know where you want us dropping them and we’ll make sure they get there.”

“Perfect,” Lock said. He pulled out his cell and frowned at it.

“Oh, hang on,” Isla said, then hurried inside the cabin. She came back out a few moments later and handed Lock, Rip, and me low tech walkie talkies.

Riptide held the device, looking at it in disgust. “Seriously?” he asked her. “I have better radios in the truck.”

“Unless they run off those satellites,” she said with a shrug, “they aren’t going to work out here. I have a low frequency jammerinside the cabin. Blocks nearly all radios, except the cheap ones, ironically.”

Riptide shook his head and walked off as if the walkie talkies offended him.

“I have more inside, for later,” she told Lock.

“You were expecting to have help up here during the apocalypse?” Priest asked, amused.

“The assassin apocalypse,” she corrected with a grin. “Figured it was better safe than sorry. And there was a clearance,” she said under her breath.

I grinned at her and nudged her with my elbow. When her gray eyes met mine, I said, “Girl. I’m surprised they’re not pink.”

She gasped, now as offended as Rip had been. “Take that back.”

The guys all took that opportunity to split up and go about their jobs, laughing while they did.

That left me, Isla, Toxic, Smoke, and Ricochet to unload the vehicles. We had all our personal shit, enough food for a couple days, and the weapons, but it didn’t take us too long.

My walkie blared to life as we were bringing in the last load.

“Butcher, you read?”

“Yeah,” I said, responding to Lock. “Go ahead.”

“You find the GPSs?”

I glanced over at the table. We’d already brought in the box of shit Rip had packed. It was full of all kinds of tech shit, including enough GPSs for all of us. “Yeah.”

“Good. Take these coordinates down. Bring us four of the rifles with scopes.” There was a pause then Lock continued. “Three of the rifles with scopes and Priest’s fucking widow maker.” I could hear Priest talking faintly in the background and grinned. He wasn’t going into a battle without his own damn rifle. The thing was a beast so I was more than happy to lug it up the fucking hill if he was going to be killing motherfuckers around me with it.

“10-4,” I told him in acknowledgment.

Isla tapped my shoulder and pointed to the walkie, so I handed it over. “Lockout?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Let me know what area you’ll want me in, so I can bring Donna up.”

“Good copy. Planning to set you and Priest up in different areas to spread out the love. I’ll let you know when I find it.”

“Thanks.”

Smoke shook his head. “Don’t assassins know proper radio etiquette?” he teased.

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