Page 50 of Kilo's Edge

“You know the fucking rule, asshole,” Bolo muttered. “Don’t say shit like that.”

Flir rolled his eyes. “Not talking about the mission going well, or badly, doesn’t actually affect the outcome. That’s all superstition. You know that right?”

“I know if anything happens now, it’s your damn fault,” Bolo shot back.

Flir shook his head. “Fucking ridiculous to believe that shit.”

“Just stop talking about it.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but once their arguing died down, I looked around at my brothers. “Can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”

“Maybe he should say it again,” Overdrive said with an evil grin.

“Fuck off,” I replied with a laugh.

“Kilo. Get the safehouse for the girls set up. OD, Bolo find us the perfect place to kill some hit men. Strike, any chance you have any old contacts from your intel days that could help?”

“Yeah, I’ll reach out.”

“Can’t have too much information on this piece of shit,” Ruck added.

“I’ll get us some more weapons,” Relay offered.

“Shouldn’t that be my and Kilo’s job?” Overdrive asked. “We own the weapons store, remember?”

“Your shit have the serial numbers scraped off?” Relay countered.

“No, but that’s not hard to do,” Overdrive shot back.

“You need to sell that shit to make rent,” Relay said with a shake of his head. “This shit is untraceable and just sitting around, waiting to be used.”

“Appreciate it, Relay,” Ruck told him.

“When we doing this?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t take more than a day or two to get everything set,” Ruck replied. “Don’t want to wait too long or we risk Kruzman finding Camila before we’re ready. I don’t want to be on the defensive. I want him to walk right into the trap we’re setting, thinking he has the upper hand, but in reality he’s three steps behind.”

“You and me both, Brother,” I muttered.

“One week. Saturday night, we take the fight to this bastard.”

“Anything anyone can think of that we’re not seeing?” Strike asked.

Everyone thought about that for a minute, then shook their heads.

“Alright,” Overdrive said, rubbing his hands together with a smile of glee on his face. “I know I’m ready to kill some fuckers.”

“We’re not actually expecting Kruzman to show, are we?” Flir asked. “He wouldn’t be that stupid. Right?”

“Depends on what he wants from Camila,” I replied.

“Which means he might,” Ruck answered, “if we bait the trap well enough.”

“How’re we going to do that exactly?” Merc asked.

“If Cypher can figure out who the mole is, it’ll make it a whole lot easier. Kruzman isn’t going to smell a trap if the tip comes from his usual informant.”

“How do we leak information to the informant without him getting suspicious?” Hype asked, scratching his chin.

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