away.” We both stood there staring into space, composing ourselves before
we rode into war.
Back at the club house everyone agreed with the plan Duke
and I had discussed. Bear handed out enough guns and ammunition to take down a
small army. We set out together heading north and spilt into two groups once we
reached the B183. We pumped our chest twice in respect for each other and drove
our separate ways, secretly hoping there was nothing to worry about and we
would all be meeting up later.
We were familiar with all their hideouts and storage places.
Since the first attack on Ink, the Skulls had been put under part surveillance
but I was still unsure how they got to Ink and Jimmy in broad daylight. We
should’ve put them under full surveillance and this was something I would be
discussing with Bear later. The ride was taking too long, I was getting
agitated and that is no way to be feeling when going into battle.
We parked our bikes about half a mile away from the
warehouse so the Skulls didn’t hear us coming. The element of surprise being our
only advantage. Rex took the lead running swiftly through the undergrowth, his Military
background ever present. Hound, Justice, Woods and I followed and caught up
with him at the clearing where the warehouse stood. We crouched down evaluating
our options.
There were two doors on the front of the building and a
garage door to the right with big metal shutters. On the lower ground there
were two windows in which we could possibly look through. A Black VW
Transporter was parked outside to the right of the building. “We can’t possibly
get through those metal shutters without making too much noise, so our only
option is to go through the doors.” Everyone agreed, nodding their heads.
“Hound you’re with me on the left, Woods and Rex you take
the door on the right. Justice you cover our arses. Is everyone in agreement?”
They nodded their heads, giving me the answer I was looking for.
We ran swiftly over to the warehouse, looking around as we
ran to make sure we weren’t spotted. I slid down the building with my back
against the wall to a crouching position. I was trying to control my breathing
as the adrenaline was pumping through my veins.
I got up and peaked into the window. It was difficult to see
in because of the filth and the pile of boxes obstructing my view but I could
see movement inside. I made out three figures and one was holding what looked
to be a gun. I held up three fingers to the guys and placed one finger on my
arm informing them of what I saw.
Woods crept quietly over to the Transporter. He opened the
driver’s side door noticing that the keys were left in the ignition. Woods took
out the keys and stuffed them into his pocket. The van was disgusting with
takeaway wrappers in the footwells and on the passenger seats. Looking in the
back he noticed stacks of brown boxes. He leant over and cut one open with his
knife, “Jackpot!” He said quietly to himself. Mentally calculating Woods
estimated well over 1,000 tablets in just this one box. Considering there were
around 20 other boxes, this was a great find. Closing the van door quietly,
Woods returned to the group and whispered “Ecstasy!” with a smile on his face.
I couldn’t give a shit about the drugs, I just wanted to find Ink and was
starting to get impatient.
Both groups made their way to the respective doors. I tried
the handle, the door was unlocked, and luck was on our side. Woods tried the
handle to the other door which was also unlocked. I held up my fingers 3, 2, 1…
Spike
We pulled up at the back of the pub, leaving our bikes in
the darkest corner. There was a trail that led through the fields. I knew the
farmer that owned the land and had contacted Greenhall earlier at the club
house, asking the quickest way to the out buildings. It would take us about 15
minutes to get to the warehouse but as we couldn’t go down the most direct
route, this was the quickest way. We couldn’t
we rode into war.
Back at the club house everyone agreed with the plan Duke
and I had discussed. Bear handed out enough guns and ammunition to take down a
small army. We set out together heading north and spilt into two groups once we
reached the B183. We pumped our chest twice in respect for each other and drove
our separate ways, secretly hoping there was nothing to worry about and we
would all be meeting up later.
We were familiar with all their hideouts and storage places.
Since the first attack on Ink, the Skulls had been put under part surveillance
but I was still unsure how they got to Ink and Jimmy in broad daylight. We
should’ve put them under full surveillance and this was something I would be
discussing with Bear later. The ride was taking too long, I was getting
agitated and that is no way to be feeling when going into battle.
We parked our bikes about half a mile away from the
warehouse so the Skulls didn’t hear us coming. The element of surprise being our
only advantage. Rex took the lead running swiftly through the undergrowth, his Military
background ever present. Hound, Justice, Woods and I followed and caught up
with him at the clearing where the warehouse stood. We crouched down evaluating
our options.
There were two doors on the front of the building and a
garage door to the right with big metal shutters. On the lower ground there
were two windows in which we could possibly look through. A Black VW
Transporter was parked outside to the right of the building. “We can’t possibly
get through those metal shutters without making too much noise, so our only
option is to go through the doors.” Everyone agreed, nodding their heads.
“Hound you’re with me on the left, Woods and Rex you take
the door on the right. Justice you cover our arses. Is everyone in agreement?”
They nodded their heads, giving me the answer I was looking for.
We ran swiftly over to the warehouse, looking around as we
ran to make sure we weren’t spotted. I slid down the building with my back
against the wall to a crouching position. I was trying to control my breathing
as the adrenaline was pumping through my veins.
I got up and peaked into the window. It was difficult to see
in because of the filth and the pile of boxes obstructing my view but I could
see movement inside. I made out three figures and one was holding what looked
to be a gun. I held up three fingers to the guys and placed one finger on my
arm informing them of what I saw.
Woods crept quietly over to the Transporter. He opened the
driver’s side door noticing that the keys were left in the ignition. Woods took
out the keys and stuffed them into his pocket. The van was disgusting with
takeaway wrappers in the footwells and on the passenger seats. Looking in the
back he noticed stacks of brown boxes. He leant over and cut one open with his
knife, “Jackpot!” He said quietly to himself. Mentally calculating Woods
estimated well over 1,000 tablets in just this one box. Considering there were
around 20 other boxes, this was a great find. Closing the van door quietly,
Woods returned to the group and whispered “Ecstasy!” with a smile on his face.
I couldn’t give a shit about the drugs, I just wanted to find Ink and was
starting to get impatient.
Both groups made their way to the respective doors. I tried
the handle, the door was unlocked, and luck was on our side. Woods tried the
handle to the other door which was also unlocked. I held up my fingers 3, 2, 1…
Spike
We pulled up at the back of the pub, leaving our bikes in
the darkest corner. There was a trail that led through the fields. I knew the
farmer that owned the land and had contacted Greenhall earlier at the club
house, asking the quickest way to the out buildings. It would take us about 15
minutes to get to the warehouse but as we couldn’t go down the most direct
route, this was the quickest way. We couldn’t
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