Page 40 of Bound By Redemption
“Back lot, behind the main lot’s fence.”
“Shit. We gotta get through two,” Jacks observed.
This wouldn’t be easy. My mind raced with how we could get this done without getting caught. Spending the night in jail wasn’t the plan for me tonight. I had a beautiful woman and my kid to get to. Staying with these two in a cell wasn’t on the menu.
Pulling up all angles of the lots, the front of the lot had an armed officer who upon zooming in looked like he was watchingWheel of Fortune.To each their own. It also meant he wasn’t paying attention to things around him. That would be on our side at least.
“Cop here distracted with the TV. Don’t see anyone else. You?”
Nox answered, “One patrolling the back.” I looked at what he saw on the screen. The man was smoking a cigarette and looking at something on his phone.
I pulled out the small box from underneath the seat and opened it up, pulling out a bottle and a syringe.
“What the fuck, man?” Jacks accused.
“It’s ketamine. It’ll knock the guy in the back out for about an hour. He’ll wake up and be none the wiser.”
“How the fuck we gonna do that so he doesn’t see us?” Jacks had a serious stick up his ass.
“I’ll come up behind him and put the puncture to the back of his head. He’ll never see the pin prick when he wakes and won’t know what the hell happened.”
“Jesus. Who the fuck are you?” Jacks asked. While I wanted to smirk, there wasn’t time for that shit. We had a short window for this mission, and we couldn’t fuck it up.
“A man who knows how to get shit done in the shortest amount of time. You good?”
Jacks said nothing.
“And the TV guy?” Nox asked, surprisingly not questioning my use of the drug.
Pointing to the screen and enlarging the images, I told them, “One of you’ll need to come around the west side. It’s his blind spot. All you’ll have to do is reach through that small window, put the needle in back of the neck, and he’ll be asleep before you get to us in the back.”
“This shit won’t work,” Jacks chastised. “What if they don’t report in? Or say shit about bein’ knocked out. What the fuck then?”
“We worry about that shit after we get what we need. I’m gonna set the cameras on a continuous loop until we get done. It won’t alert anyone, and it’ll show the feed still going. We can go in and get out without anyone the wiser.”
They did not appear convinced one little bit.
“So this shit will for sure knock them out?” Jacks asked, looking to Nox for answers.
“Fuck if I know. Hittin’ the butt of my gun on his head would do the same thing,” Nox answered as if I weren’t standing right here.
Patience. I needed it at the moment. “You hit him with your gun, they have proof that someone was there because it will leave marks. We give them the tranquilizer, and when they wake up they’ll think that they fell asleep. Then they won’t question it. Done. Mess cleaned up.”
“This shit won’t show up in their system?” Jacks challenged once again. I’d be proving myself a lot to this man.
“Yeah. But seriously. Neither one of them will want the other to know they fell asleep. They won’t talk, and they won’t have reason to be tested. The shit will be out of their system in a few hours.”
“This goes to shit, it’s on you,” Jacks growled low.
“It’ll fuckin’ work. Trust me.”
“You see.” Jacks took a step closer to me, our eyes connecting. “I don’t trust you. Don’t think I’ll ever will trust you.”
“Then that’s on you. You wanna do this or not? Not, we’ll leave. You wanna do it, let’s get this shit done.” It was my turn to throw down the gauntlet. I was only a prospect, therefore if they said no, we’d go. I wouldn’t fucking like it and might have to bring Dryerson back to get the job done later, but I’d find out who was in that fucking car.
Nox and Jacks exchanged looks. “Let’s do this shit and get back.”
At least that battle was over. I pulled out the small vials, calculated the correct dosage, and filled each of the syringes.
