Page 83 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“I don’t know, old man, you seem a bit tired,” Bat said.

His head rocked forward as Cunningham slapped him hard around the back of it. Lance snorted.

“Be grateful we split our team to support your pansy asses,” Cunningham replied.

“Dude. Marine here, I do not need no Delta Force pussy,” Bat shot back.

“Let’s leave the rivalry aside for now, guys. Jacob, you got some shit you wanna bring to the target area?”

“Yeah, we can make that a fuckin’ nightmare. Wait, Magic ain’t been out this way, has he?” Jacob asked, worried.

“No. Hellfire and Devil’s Damned Disciples got him,” Sniper reported with a laugh.

“Chance will kill the lot of them before they even fight the Fangs. Fuck, that’s a nightmare because Zoom and Zippy are on that team,” Raddock announced.

“Thank fuck, it wasn’t us with those three. Magic,Zoom, and Zippy? Shit, Chance will be putting a bullet through his own brain,” Jacob agreed.

“No bullshit there,” Kind said, shaking his head.

“Couldn’t happen to a better man,” Lance declared cheerfully, and everyone laughed.

Lance watched as his brothers and sisters slid into place. They’d moved some cars alongside some barriers and haystacks. Jacob had grabbed some blocking sleds from the local high school, sandbags were piled tall, creating walls and a couple of steel-reinforced wooden barriers.

Lance had got hold of piles of tyres and had them stacked. There was plenty of cover for them despite the wide-open space.

They’d set up machine gun bunkers, sniper points in two buildings and a few little extras the Fangs wouldn’t expect.

Lance nodded at Jacob as they took their positions. Sniper, up in one of the buildings, had already spotted riders heading their way.

“Your other team okay?” Lance asked Jacob. He knew Jacob had received word they’d engaged.

“Yeah. Having a blast by the sound of it,” Jacob answered with a grin.

“Our turn coming up,” Lance agreed and pulled his radio out.

“This is Lance checking in for zone six. We have eyes on hostiles heading our way.”

“Gotya,” Antony Parker Jones replied, the Senatorfor South Dakota.

Lance sensed Antony needed reassurance, but he couldn’t offer it. The senator sounded worried, but Lance couldn’t worry about that right now. He watched as the Fangs stopped about half a mile away. Those in the lead were clearly weighing up what was waiting for them.

Two bikers rode forward, their eyes peeled.

“Shoot at will,” Lance ordered.

From their vantage point, Sniper and Botham shot the two front men. Lance nodded at the quick, clean kills and saw the Fangs start talking.

Some of them drove away, and Lance’s gaze narrowed. These guys were up to something.

Ten minutes later, his eyes widened as three eighteen-wheelers barrelled towards them.

“Clever fuckers,” Lance muttered as the Fangs fell in behind them. His men began firing instantly.

“Take the wheels out!” Jacob yelled.

Rapid fire came from the defenders as the trucks kept heading for them. One squealed as the brakes were hit and turned sideways as the driver was shot. It took out the second one and their containers on the back overturned. The third continued coming and suddenly skidded sideways across the road. It stopped abruptly, and gunshots came from the other side, and the tyres deflated.

“Not an idiot,” Lance muttered as the Fangs had bought themselves cover. Somebody had brains, which was dangerous.

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