Page 86 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Chapter Twenty-One –

Hellfire MC, Magic,and Devil’s Damned Disciples MC.

Hellfire = Chance, Bear, Sunny, Big Al, Rooster, Tiny, Banshee, Chatter, Pyro, Levi, Shotgun, Celt, Smokey, Bone, Fanatic, Slaughter, Wraith.

Devil’s Damned Disciples = Jailbait, Wrench, Data, Zoom, Zippy, Judgement, Grease, Joker, Cascade, Inferno, Bass, Rebel, Fist, Menace, Breaker, Cutlass, Bandit, Bender, Wheels, Toffee and Capa.

Magic!

Chance

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to piss Howser off, but it had to be big. Chance had barely interacted with the RC Chief of police, but he had annoyed him somehow. That was the only reason Hellfire had been stuck with the lunatics that made up Devil’s Damned Disciple—and Magic. Fuckin’ Magic.

Was he really meant to rope him in? No chance and no pun intended.

“Chance checking in on Zone two. Hellfire and Devil’s Damned Disciples accounted for,” Chance said over his radio.

“And Magic?” Frank Hawthorne inquired.

Chance scowled as the youngest of the three Hawthorne elders, Dylan’s father, sounded amused.

“He’s here,” Chance confirmed grumpily.

“Happy hunting,” Frank replied and cut the call.

They were defending a road that led into RC that had houses and shit either side. Great cover usually, not so good when you had idiots like this bunch. He and Bear swapped a glance and then shot Jailbait one.

The Devil’s Damned Disciples president looked resigned.

“Put that fuckin’ grenade down, Zippy!” he ordered. “You nearly blew us up once already!”

Zippy tossed the grenade back and forth between his hands. “Lighten up, dude, we’re heading to war, heroes of Rapid City, we might not return, we need tobe brave and courageous—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jailbait, Wrench, and Data all yelled.

“I’m gonna shoot him!” Chatter threatened, and Chance snorted.

“Zippy’s been shot at more times than we’ve had hot dinners, and the fucker is still going strong,” Chance murmured.

“We gotta put up with the lunatics?” Bear demanded.

Jailbait sent them a dirty look. “I have to suffer these fuckers daily. Suck it up, buttercup. Be grateful you get one afternoon with their craziness, I have a lifetime of it.”

Zoom and Zippy cackled as they heard his words as Jailbait pulled out a flask and took a deep swallow.

“Stay off the road!” Magic bellowed, making them jump.

Shotgun and Celt froze.

“Back up slowly, that’s it, good boys,” Magic boomed again.

Chance spun around and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly saw what he hadn’t before.

“You mined the fuckin’ road!” Chance exclaimed. His eyes were picking out where ‘repairs’ had been done and potholes filled in.

Magic glowered. “Ain’t incriminating myself. I just got a bad gut feeling nobody should walk out there!”

“You can’t mine a state highway!” Chance yelled, aware he sounded high-pitched.

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