Page 41 of Bound By Redemption
“You’ve done this before, I see,” Jacks said, arms across his chest.
“One learns a bunch of shit they never thought they’d use again.”
“How did you get this shit?” Nox asked.
“My stash,” was all I responded. The less they knew about that the better. If they were ever questioned, they’d have no idea. It would keep them clean.
“Whatever. You ready?” Jacks said, holding out his hand for the syringe.
Interesting. I thought Nox would take it and Jacks would come with me, if nothing else but to give me shit. Maybe I was getting somewhere. If we weren’t in this situation, I’d probably laugh at that thought.
“Aim for the back of the neck.”
“Why?” Jacks asked.
“Because when they look in the mirror, they won’t think to look there. They’ll search the front and sides of their neck, but not their backs. People only believe what they see.”
Jacks lifted his chin as I started the cameras on a loop. “We have about thirty minutes. You all know the plan?” That probably should’ve been the question I’d asked before we even left the clubhouse. It was too fucking late now.
“Yeah.” They both flipped me off. Guess that was their way of telling me yes. Good.
“Hop in, Nox. We’ll pull around to the back about a block down. Jacks, you’re up here. Ready.”
We took off, and I parked the SUV down a side street. While I wanted to check the computer once more, there wasn’t any time. The clock was ticking.
Holding the syringe in my hand, Nox walked in front of me, gun at the ready, but also had the fingerprint kit. My weapon was strapped to my side, but I needed my hands for the shot and to hold the guy up until I got him down slowly.
We wouldn’t know if Jacks had his end taken care of until we saw him.
Here went nothing and everything.
The cop was inhaling his smoke, savoring it, then blowing it out. It reminded me of my dependence of those things. It also brought up the fire and the smoke inhalation. Would those two things be forever connected in my mind? If so, quitting should be a lot easier now.
Today it was easier to breathe, but the tightness was still there along with the coughing. Not to mention my damn arm, but I stayed focused on the task at hand.
We stood in the shadows as the cop walked back and forth at the gate, not paying attention to his surroundings. Once he turned his back, I gave a sign to Nox. His gun was still up as I looked once more, seeing him still in the same spot.
Blowing out a deep breath, I moved on quiet feet right behind the man, stuck the needle in his neck, and released the meds.
Instantly, the cop started to fall. I was able to catch him and lay him down gently.
“Let’s lean him up against the gate,” Nox suggested, and I nodded.
Nox picked up the man’s legs, and I carried his torso. We propped him up, and it really did look like he was taking a nap.
Taking the lead, we made our way through the gate and into the lot. Weaving in and out of cars wasn’t helping. On the screen they looked a little further apart, but the cops sure liked to pack them in.
There didn’t appear to be anyone around. All was silent. The only thing that could give us away were if anyone saw us under the lights. I hoped like hell that shit didn’t happen.
Making it to the Impala, Nox and I bent down at the trunk and grabbed the kit Nox had brought in. Opening it, I pulled out the small flashlights, powder, duster and lift pads, handing Nox a set. He took off around the side of the car.
A shiver went down my spine and senses pricked in awareness. Someone was here. I grabbed my gun and turned around, pointing it right in Jacks’ face.
“What are ya gonna do? Shoot me?” Jacks was a cocky motherfucker. I put the gun away, bent down, and gave him a set. With all three of us doing it, it wouldn’t take long.
“Move quick. We have twenty-three minutes now,” I replied, looking at my watch.
Time was our enemy. Once the minutes were up, the officers could wake up at any time. Some people digested the tranquilizer differently, and since I didn’t want to overdose them, I went on the light side just in case.
