Page 130 of Menace

Bas grinned and shook his head as if Lucky was a lost cause.

“Been watchin’ you lot make more noise than my niece when I take her fishin’. None of you even noticed me standin’ right here.” He teased.

“That’s because you’re like a fuckin’ ghost.” Lucky grumbled.

His cousin gave a shrug then urged him forward.

“We gotta go, shit’s goin’ down and we don’t have a good feelin’ about it. I saw the fuckin’ Grave Robbers walkin’ around over there. We need to move, cousin, like right now.”

Lucky didn’t hesitate.

“Lead the way, we’ll follow.”

Bas glared at the group of brothers.

“Don’t talk and try not to make too much fuckin’ noise.” He griped before turning and disappearing into the head high brush.

They followed in single file, stepping where he stepped and keeping as quiet as possible. When his cousin stopped Lucky stepped up next to him.

They were at the perimeter fence.

“About an hour ago shit started happenin’. Their patrols are down to four men and they’re patrollin’ closer to the house. They have most of their men takin’ shit from the storage below the house and packin’ it into those trucks.”

He pointed to where six big trucks stood backed up to the side of the house.

Bas smirked. “Them bein’ parked there gives us excellent cover. They’re so focused on loadin’ their shit they’re not payin’ attention to the perimeter. The two patrollin’ this side of the mansion come past every fifteen minutes, more than enough time to get to the trucks, wait out the minutes and silence them.”

Lucky nodded. “We’ll follow you. Take us in.”

Without hesitation Bas took them through the hole cut in the fence. From there he led them from tree to tree, shrub to shrub, and across the overgrown lawn to the trucks. They hid and silently waited.

Bas tapped his arm as the guards walked past the truck. It happened silently, their knives making quick work of the bastards. Hardly making any noise they rolled them out of sight under the front of two of the trucks.

The next step wasn’t going to be as easy.

Judging by the voices coming from inside the building there were several men in there.

They froze where they were crouching when a voice called out from way too close.

“This one is full, Boss!”

“Then close the fuckin’ thing up, lock it and move to the next in line!” A pissed off voice shouted.

The doors at the back of the truck clanged shut and they heard the snick of locks engaging. Taking a peek around the side and into the building Lucky grinned. There were hardly any lights on outside the doorway. The interior, however, was brightly lit where several men were steadily packing square plastic wrapped packages into boxes. Others were wrapping and packing guns and ammunition. This had to have been their distribution centre, or rather it was where they had planned to distribute from.

“Fuckin’ hell, I don’t fuckin’ believe this.”

Bas swore softly and pointed at the far wall.

Whatever he was looking at was shrouded in shadow. Peering into the dark he tried to make sense out of what the hell he was seeing.

Cages, a row of cages, and most of them were filled. Filled with young women, girls and boys.

Lucky slowly pulled back, swallowing down the angry growl before it escaped.

“That there is a problem, it’s goin’ to make getting’ in and out difficult.” He gritted out.

“I counted eighteen of the fuckers.” Bas snarled.

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