War-N-Wit, Inc. - The Coven (War-N-Wit, Inc. - Book 3) by Gail Roughton Page A

won’t be targets. And they’re really cocky. Got a lot of cops on the payroll. No lookouts, no guards. Not now, anyway, there will be in about an hour when the buyers start coming in.
    Good. Don’t know yet exactly what’s happenin’. Be ready for anything. Probably gonna get confusin’.
    I’m always ready for anything. Thought I told you to stay at the hotel with Stacy.
    Oh, bite my ass!
    Love to, darlin’. Anytime you say. Let’s just get out of this mess first, how bout it?
    Just be ready . I disengaged and went back to the waiting members of our little family Coven.
     
    * * *
     
    “Well?”
    “Well, we get him out or he’s tonight’s finale at the motorcycle pull.”
    “That I already know. Where’s Chad? Position wise? And the girls?”
    I ran down the layout. “Didn’t our friendly ghost tell you already?”
    “Yeah, but one thing I’ve already found out. The dead don’t always have the same perspective of distance we do.”
    The first Calvary reinforcements pulled up, three riders wearing the Desert Trooper Colors. One of them rode a very familiar cycle.
    “Hey, Doc! Damn, this roadster rides smooth! Might have to go visit the dealership when we get back to Vegas.”
    “Moondog, my man, what you’ve done, what all of you are doing—hell, I’ll give you the roadster.”
    “Mighty generous, Doc, but that wouldn’t be right. Brotherhood’s gotta stick together. Us against the world. We’re gonna have a good many riders pulling in here. What the Jackster thought was, the three of us get here first, you show us where . And we ride out to meet the incoming and keep ‘em further back till we hear the signal, keep the noise down. That work for you?”
    “What’s the signal?”
    “Well, knowing the Jackster—I’m thinking it’s gonna be loud . He oughta be right behind us.”
    Sure enough, Jack Hu dlin, Ph.D., Chemical Engineer, rode in quietly. Or as quietly as his Harley ever ran.
    “ Moondog, you take Darrell and Stan and go greet the guys a couple of blocks back up. Hold everybody there. Keep your phone handy, I’ll call you when we’re sure what we’re doing.” The trio obediently rode back out toward the incoming riders. “So, Doc. What’s the situation?”
    Spike pointed down toward the old warehouse. “The Dark Rulers have my brother chained to a wall. They’ve got their merchandise drugged out of their minds in the back units. Fifteen Rulers right now. Most of ‘em got history with me and my brother. And they don’t like us much. But they’re cocky, no look-outs, at least not till the party starts.”
    The Jackster looked us over. “Pretty good recognizance there. You just pull all that outta your ass, did you?”
    “No. Did some scouting.”
    “I’d say so. Them windows pretty high to be showing all that. And I don’t see a ladder. Or any scaffolding.”
    “No, you don’t.”
    “But you’re sure of your intel?”
    “Absolute.”
    “Gotta share that with me sometime. Whatever technique you’re using, it’d bring a high price on the market.”
    “Not anything you’d call marketable.”
    “Didn’t much think so. Well. Here’s what I’m thinking. Especially now that I’m sure it’s a free-standing building.” He lifted the top of his bike’s saddlebags. And proceeded to tell us what he thought. “So whatcha’ think?”
    “You’re a genius ,” I said. “And I’m goin’ to find a bumper sticker that says ‘ I love chemical engineers .’”
    “ Well now, I wouldn’t go that far. But I think it’s about the best we’re gonna do. So. Let me call the boys, tell ‘em to start moving the formation in slow so they can be ready to rush when the noise starts. And then we’ll all move into position. Let’s get ready to rock and roll!”
     

 
    Chapter Fourteen
     
     
     
    Stacy and I slung the bags holding our ammunition for Phase One over our shoulders and the four of us moved into position. Spike and I headed for the third window down from