Page 85 of The Ghost of Rage's War

They’d stopped using the missile launcher because whoever picked it up was shot in the head by Sniper and Guard. Between the two of them, they had a full coverage of anyone standing behind the burningvehicle to fire it.

Shouts erupted from behind the truck, and Lance got a gut feeling.

“Watch out, guys, I think they’re going to rush us,” he called out.

He wasn’t wrong. A flood of Fangs suddenly appeared, weapons firing, making everybody duck as they approached. Wildcat was back on the machine gun, hidden behind her shield. Rocket was manning one to her left, and Lennon was on a third to her right. Between them, they began cutting a swathe through the attackers.

But they didn’t get everyone, and Lance sprang to his feet as one came at him with a knife. Lance shot him in the face and turned to fight someone else. This was where he and his team excelled. Despite them all having amputations or disabilities that stopped them from fighting in the armed forces, they were still a massive threat. The government might not let them fight, but that was their mistake.

Lance leapt into action, as did his people. Fangs weren’t used to fighting men and women who’d been taught every dirty trick in the book to survive. They’d have been better hiding behind their barriers. Up close and personal, with trained Delta Force former operatives? Yeah, that was suicide, which the Fangs were quickly finding out. Hand to hand, the Fallen Warriors were deadly experts.

With the smoke also covering them, they soon made short work of those who’d survived the rush against bullets.

“Clear,” Jacob announced as Lance’s team began calling in.

“Dog is down!” Kiwi called and Lance knew by her voice they had lost him.

Grief hit Lance; Dog hadn’t been with them long, but he’d been a good brother. They’d bury him with full honours. But for now, he needed to check none of the injured were waiting to ambush them with a lucky shot or two.

Lance checked the rest of his brothers and sisters as they began moving amongst those on the ground.

“Got a live one here, what do we do, Pres?” Wildcat called.

“Give him mercy,” Jacob said before Lance could reply. Wildcat shrugged and shot the Fang in the head.

“Fair do,” Lance murmured.

He didn’t blame anyone for how they felt. The Fangs had caused chaos for several years, even being behind burning his clubhouse down. There was a lot of hate directed at them because of their first two victims. Justin Goldberg and Dan Horton had been highly respected officers. Horton was now permanently paralysed while Goldberg was dead. Since then, others had fallen.

Today, the Fangs had arrived intending to claim Rapid City. They didn’t care who they’d hurt or kill in doing so. The murderous bastards would have raided the city, taking what and who they want.

The Fallen Warriors and Delta Force had stood strong against them. The Fangs had been taught alesson—and one Lance hoped was continuing throughout the other defenders.

“What we doing with the bodies?” Kind demanded.

“Stack them up for now, but pat them down. I don’t trust one of those cunts not to be playing dead,” Jacob called back.

“You gonna call Casey?” Lance asked. Jacob’s daughter Casey was married to Mac as well as Mac’s old lady in Rage MC.

“Not yet. Not until we know the city is secure, because sure as fuck, Casey would be on the first flight home,” Jacob replied.

“That’s probably true.”

“Ain’t no probably about it. We had a whale of a time getting her on the plane in the first place. I thought we’d have to drug her for a bit, the girl takes after her daddy too much,” Lennon complained.

“Was just as hard getting her fuckin’ Mama on,” Jacob cussed.

“Claire dug her heels in and wouldn’t leave until the last minute,” Lennon explained.

“That’s where Casey gets it from,” Jacob moaned as Lance and Lennon exchanged glances.

“Yeah, of course it is, man. Come on. Let’s get this shit sorted, fuck knows what else we’ve got coming our way,” Lance said, slapping Jacob on the back. Jacob scowled as he looked over at the bodies.

“Gotta ask, was it really fuckin’ worth it?”

“No. It never is,” Lance agreed. He radioed in to Antony, gave him the dead and injured list, and then began helping move bodies.

Random shots echoed every so often. They were taking no prisoners today.

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