internal."
Uncle grumbled, and ran a hand over his face. He looked weary. All this treachery, and potential treachery was getting to him. But this was par for the course of being the President of a Biker Club.
Uncle looked at Caine and asked, "What do you think?"
Caine could only offer a shrug. "Me? It could be as simple as someone surveilling us for a while. Would be easy to do. Grunt and Odin had used that place a lot for quite a while. Anyone could have caught on to what was up and waited for an opportunity. And they got it."
"Someone with balls."
"Big ones," Caine agreed. If they ever found out who it was, it would be a death sentence for them. And if it was connected to another Biker Club. Well, then it would be war.
Just then a prospect named Paul walked over. He nodded at Caine, who nodded back. Paul was one of the good ones, Caine thought.
"All set," Paul said.
"Cool," said Uncle. "You're secondary?"
"Damn straight," the younger biker said. He patted his jacket where he kept a pistol.
"Okay, keep your eyes peeled, or they will be peeled for you," Uncle said. He was trying to keep it light hearted but he meant it. If they were going to be hit again, Paul would be in the thick of it.
Paul nodded again and headed out.
"Good call on the secondary," Caine said. He watched as the minivan pulled away. Right behind it was a dark sedan driven by Paul. He also had a Hang Around passenger who would also be armed. "I doubt anyone would try that again. Not for such low grade crap."
"They better not," Uncle said. "Last thing we need right now is another headache. Speaking of, you get to play lead on a new connection. Set up by Odin."
Caine perked up at this. "Yeah? Who?"
"Dark Ones are looking for product so they got a representative coming today. Name's Jay and he's pretty high ranking. You'll meet him at the auditions later."
This was good news. Not only for the Club to get financially solvent but for Caine, too, as he was being tapped to make it happen. This was a big deal all around.
Uncle pointed at Caine, "Don't let anything screw this up. Okay?"
Caine was about to say something when they heard someone approach. They looked, half expecting a raid.
The large figure that walked toward them was Grunt. He said to Uncle, "Why the hell is he here?" He pointed at Caine.
"What?" Caine said. He bristled.
Uncle raised a hand. "What do you mean? He's Odin's proxy for this. You know that."
Grunt looked incredulous. "No, he ain't. I didn't say he could be. Not on this."
"This ain't yours anymore," Uncle said. "Management has taken over until things settle down. You already know this."
"You got your walking papers!" Caine said.
Grunt lunged at Caine, who did the same. Uncle inserted himself between the two men, pushing them back. Uncle was larger than either of them, and as tough as nails. "Back off," he said. "Both of you."
Grunt was well aware of how the Club handled things when something security wise had gone wrong. But that didn't stop him from grand standing. "Yeah, well I'm not gonna sit around and wait for another screw up." He looked at Uncle. "I've got an angle. I'm gonna take it."
Uncle considered this for a moment then nodded. "Okay, fine. Work it until it looks solid. When it does you come to me first with it. Understand?"
Caine was curious. Grunt was basically telling Uncle that he had a lead on a big client or a large supplier. Either one would be good for the Club. If it looked like it was close to being a handshake, then management, meaning Uncle, would vet the deal and give it Club sanction.
Grunt grinned, which wasn't the prettiest of sights to behold. "Things are going to get better. You watch." He then nodded at Uncle, who nodded back. He turned and left without so much as a glance at Caine.
Once he was gone Uncle said, "Well, that's a first."
"How do you mean?" Caine
Uncle grumbled, and ran a hand over his face. He looked weary. All this treachery, and potential treachery was getting to him. But this was par for the course of being the President of a Biker Club.
Uncle looked at Caine and asked, "What do you think?"
Caine could only offer a shrug. "Me? It could be as simple as someone surveilling us for a while. Would be easy to do. Grunt and Odin had used that place a lot for quite a while. Anyone could have caught on to what was up and waited for an opportunity. And they got it."
"Someone with balls."
"Big ones," Caine agreed. If they ever found out who it was, it would be a death sentence for them. And if it was connected to another Biker Club. Well, then it would be war.
Just then a prospect named Paul walked over. He nodded at Caine, who nodded back. Paul was one of the good ones, Caine thought.
"All set," Paul said.
"Cool," said Uncle. "You're secondary?"
"Damn straight," the younger biker said. He patted his jacket where he kept a pistol.
"Okay, keep your eyes peeled, or they will be peeled for you," Uncle said. He was trying to keep it light hearted but he meant it. If they were going to be hit again, Paul would be in the thick of it.
Paul nodded again and headed out.
"Good call on the secondary," Caine said. He watched as the minivan pulled away. Right behind it was a dark sedan driven by Paul. He also had a Hang Around passenger who would also be armed. "I doubt anyone would try that again. Not for such low grade crap."
"They better not," Uncle said. "Last thing we need right now is another headache. Speaking of, you get to play lead on a new connection. Set up by Odin."
Caine perked up at this. "Yeah? Who?"
"Dark Ones are looking for product so they got a representative coming today. Name's Jay and he's pretty high ranking. You'll meet him at the auditions later."
This was good news. Not only for the Club to get financially solvent but for Caine, too, as he was being tapped to make it happen. This was a big deal all around.
Uncle pointed at Caine, "Don't let anything screw this up. Okay?"
Caine was about to say something when they heard someone approach. They looked, half expecting a raid.
The large figure that walked toward them was Grunt. He said to Uncle, "Why the hell is he here?" He pointed at Caine.
"What?" Caine said. He bristled.
Uncle raised a hand. "What do you mean? He's Odin's proxy for this. You know that."
Grunt looked incredulous. "No, he ain't. I didn't say he could be. Not on this."
"This ain't yours anymore," Uncle said. "Management has taken over until things settle down. You already know this."
"You got your walking papers!" Caine said.
Grunt lunged at Caine, who did the same. Uncle inserted himself between the two men, pushing them back. Uncle was larger than either of them, and as tough as nails. "Back off," he said. "Both of you."
Grunt was well aware of how the Club handled things when something security wise had gone wrong. But that didn't stop him from grand standing. "Yeah, well I'm not gonna sit around and wait for another screw up." He looked at Uncle. "I've got an angle. I'm gonna take it."
Uncle considered this for a moment then nodded. "Okay, fine. Work it until it looks solid. When it does you come to me first with it. Understand?"
Caine was curious. Grunt was basically telling Uncle that he had a lead on a big client or a large supplier. Either one would be good for the Club. If it looked like it was close to being a handshake, then management, meaning Uncle, would vet the deal and give it Club sanction.
Grunt grinned, which wasn't the prettiest of sights to behold. "Things are going to get better. You watch." He then nodded at Uncle, who nodded back. He turned and left without so much as a glance at Caine.
Once he was gone Uncle said, "Well, that's a first."
"How do you mean?" Caine
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