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“You, come here,” Dylan called, pointing at one. As soon as he was next to the cuffed one, Dylan stepped behind him and repeated his movements. He’d no qualms about using them as body shields. Davies was copying his actions, as was Arturo. Finally, the twenty-three were cuffed, and Dylan made them sit down before they all tied their ankles, too.

“Andrew, we’ve got prisoners here,” he called.

“The Devil’s Scythes have a building they’re using as a jail. I’ll call for a bus to transport them.”

“Need ambos. Two more were injured. Enzo and Wilder,” Dylan stated.

“On the way,” Andrew confirmed.

“Please confirm Hawthorne’s dead,” Dylan requested.

“Dylan—”

“Confirm my dead,” Dylan snapped.

“Niko, Jase, Nick, Vinnie, Jessie, and Colm. Chappie is critical but expected to survive, and Enzo and Wilder are wounded pending assessment,” Andrew said quietly.

“Thanks. We had Fangs flee. We need back up; I’ve only thirteen fit personnel.”

“We have extra army coming in, we’ll send to you. As soon as relief arrives, go to the hospital,” Andrew ordered.

“Ten-four,” Dylan repeated. Six dead. Six good men killed. He didn’t have time to grieve. He needed to defend this position until relieved. Dylan had a mission and would see it through.

He could see the grief hitting his people.

“Snap out of it. We are not out of this yet. We gotta hold this position. Check these fuckers are dead, if they ain’t, put a bullet in their head. If you can’t do that, call me, because I can. We don’t want them ambushing us. Stock up on weapons. Nyx and Kele, watch out for any return of the Fangs.”

His team began moving around. Occasionally, gunfire punctuated the silence. It wasn’t silent, though; the fire roared from where the Fangs had blown up the first barrier. Sirens wailed across the city, and explosions boomed. The battle for Rapid City was in full force still.

Dylan looked at movement behind them and raised his gun.

“Easy boy, we are here to help. I’m Clive,” a man announced, carrying a shotgun. “Took us some time to sort ourselves out, but we’re here to help.”

“The fight’s over, we think. At least it is here.”

“Then you don’t mind if we join you. Here, the women put this together. Sit and drink, we’ll stand guard,” the guy said.

Dylan looked at the thirty civilians around them.

“Thanks,” he muttered. He took the bottle of waterhe was handed and called his team in.

A shotgun blast made him jump, and he spun round and saw Clive stood over a body. “Weren’t dead and went for a gun.” Clive kicked a weapon away from the Fang.

“Shit,” Dylan murmured.

“Here, sit down and eat. There’s coffee and water. Come on, you need to replenish your energy,” a woman said, approaching.

“Thanks,” Davies replied.

“No, thank you, because those assholes would have ridden through here and killed us all,” Clive boomed from where he stood. “You’re all heroes, son.”

Funny, Dylan thought. He didn’t feel anything like one. He felt exhausted and had a powerful urge to visit his wounded men.

Chapter Eighteen –

The Juno Group.

The Juno Group = Simone, Butch, Angel, Kristoff, Akemi, Master Hoshi, Rodeo, Ice, Jana, Lothar, Viking, Wyatt, and Emory.

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