Page 95 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Why was it so important to take this route? He wondered as he opened fire.

Fangs were falling, their bodies piling up on each other, in some places four deep. The dead were being used as shields or imitation sandbags as those alive crouched behind them and fired.

“Flash bang!” Nando yelled. Everyone ducked, closed their eyes, and held their ears. A loud bang erupted. A flash bang was designed to emit a light and a noise to disorientate a person. Having his eyes closed and ears covered slightly helped, but even so, for a few seconds, Inglorious was disorientated.

Aware Fangs would try to take advantage, he shook it off and started firing.

“Breech!” Psych boomed, and Inglorious saw a few men rush forward.

The snipers who’d been protected began shooting and taking them down even as Ben and Bomber laid down a blanket of bullets. Fangs fell with screams and bellows, but they didn’t stop until the attacking force retreated.

“Art’s down!” Plug yelled, and Inglorious looked over. Art wasn’t down; he was dead. Several bullets in him. Inglorious gritted his teeth. If they did not hold firm, that would be his entire MC lying there and the RCPD.

“Move him to the medical pickup point,” Ramirezordered as he crouched beside Inglorious.

He raised his gun and fired.

“Fire in the hole,” Ben yelled as he leapt up and shot a rocket launcher towards the Fangs and ducked back down. The rocket hit a container the Fangs were hiding behind and blew it sky high.

“Where the fuck did you get that?” Ramirez demanded as Ben fitted another rocket in place.

“Off someone who doesn’t need it,” Ben replied and repeated his actions.

Inglorious snorted, amused. “How come he gets the good shit?” he asked.

“You want it?” Ben inquired. “Have it. I found this as well.”

Ramirez and Inglorious’s eyes opened wide.

“Where the ever-living fuck did you get that?” Inglorious breathed.

“A Fang had it. I appropriated it from him,” Ben replied with a sickening grin. “He had this too,” Ben said, patting a holdall with several missiles in.

“How the hell did he get the best toys?” Mouse demanded.

“No fuckin’ idea, but let them get close, Ben, before firing one of those bad boys. That will take out a number at once and might help us turn this fight in our favour,” Ramirez ordered, thinking strategically.

“Fine by me,” Ben said, putting the launcher down and pulling out a submachine gun.

Inglorious chuckled as Ramirez shook his head.

“That’s not police issue,” Nando stated from where he knelt.

“Nope. Grabbed it off a Fang. They have more fun stuff than us!” Ben declared and began spraying the bottle neck where some Fangs were moving about.

Ramirez whispered, “The pressure’s gotten to him.”

“About time he let his hair down. That stick up his ass needed removing years ago,” Inglorious replied with a laugh.

Ben ducked down, avoiding return fire, and grinned.

Damn, the strait-laced cop had finally found his bad side, Inglorious thought, amused.

The battle raged back and forth; Fangs dropped like flies but kept coming. Two new groups of bikers had arrived, and Inglorious thought he’d figured shit out. If the Venomous Fangs decimated the RCPD, they’d be able to waltz in with no opposition—or so they believed.

Rapid City would be wide open, with no law enforcement to protect its citizens. The Venomous Fangs would be able to do anything they wished. That was the only reason Inglorious could conjure for the overwhelming force they faced.

In between emptying his clip and inserting another, Inglorious told Ramirez of his theory, and he agreed. There was no other explanation possible.

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