know you’re busy. Should I email it to you?”
Grabbing a piece of paper, he jotted down his personal email. “When do you want to start?”
Katrina pulled up the online calendar. “Next week fits into our schedule.”
Remembering the training schedule, he shook his head. “I’ll have to get back to you with a date.”
Although curious, she didn’t ask. “We’ll need a week to complete the project. You won’t need to be there, Gunner.”
“We can work out the details when it gets closer. If we’re finished, are you ready to leave?”
Closing Gunner’s file on the computer, she grabbed her belongings from a drawer. “Ready.”
Dark Disciples Clubhouse
Zeus’s features twisted in righteous anger. He’d barely stopped himself from throwing his phone against the wall after a short discussion with Big T, the man he'd chosen to be the president of the new chapter.
After learning of a meeting between Demons Blood and Eternal Brethren, he’d ordered a strong message be sent to the two rival MCs in Liberty Lake. Instead of the warning he’d intended, two of his men were dead, four escaped, and the wounded arrested. They’d been told not to wear their cuts, but Zeus had no doubt the authorities would be able to determine their identities.
Zeus remembered Drago, but knew little about Wrath and the Eternal Brethren. Not that it mattered. The local leadership would be moving into their clubhouse over the next few days. It wouldn’t be long before the Dark Disciples owned the entire territory.
“Yeah,” he called out at the knock on his door.
Einstein entered, closing the door and locking it. “I’ve got news.”
Zeus didn’t have to ask to know what his VP referred to. “Tell me.”
“I’m certain what you’ve been seeking is close by. If you want, I can confirm myself.”
“In Vegas?”
Einstein shook his head. “Farther south.”
A slow smile broke across the stern lines of Zeus’s face. “When can you leave?”
“In the morning. It will be a short trip.” Einstein walked to the window, glancing outside. “Big T, Cracker, and Ox are already in Liberty Lake. The men who volunteered to move from Vegas are with them. They’ll be ready to start runs within a week.”
“Good.” Shoving from his desk, Zeus stepped to the window. “I trust you not to talk to anyone about what you’ve discovered.”
Einstein bristled at the insult. He’d been tasked with locating what Zeus sought for several years, never mentioning his prez’s secret to anyone. Shifting, he faced Zeus.
“I haven’t talked about it to anyone in all this time. I’m not going to change that now.”
“If our enemies get a hint of what you’ve found…” His voice trailed off in a rare show of unease.
“They won’t, Zeus. Hell, the same men are no longer in power. The fuckers are in prison. I doubt the new leadership gives a damn about threats from the past.”
“You may be right, but I can’t take the chance.”
Einstein moved to the door. “The enemies of your past may not be the same as the enemies of your future, Zeus.”
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “You never lose an enemy. You only gain another.”
Eternal Brethren Clubhouse
“Are the cameras and mics still operating at the Disciples clubhouse, Raider?” Wrath stared down the table at Rock, Ghost, Wrangler, Fuse, Fargo, and Gunner. Tracker and Moses had already left for training, leaving him down two of his best men.
“All show as active. The test will be when the Disciples occupy it.”
Wrath gave a sharp nod. “Ghost. SITREP on the activity at the site.”
“The Disciples are installing a ten foot high electric fence with razor wire at the top. Unlike ours, which is built of cement block, theirs is heavy-duty chain link, which means we’ll be able to have visual access. From what Rock and I determined, there’s only one way in and out. A major flaw in our opinion. We have several, plus tunnels for quick, undetected departures.”
“Rock?”
“I don’t have much to add, Wrath. My opinion is the Disciples are establishing a position for offensive attacks, such as the one at La Rosaria, and for illegal runs of merchandise. Humans, weapons, drugs.” Rock shrugged. “It doesn’t appear they’ve established themselves for defensive protection.”
“Cocky or shortsighted?” Gunner asked.
Rock crossed his arms, smirking. “Both. Our research tells an interesting story of an MC built around arrogance, bullying, and threats. Nothing new in the outlaw MC world. Still, these guys are over the edge as far as number of deaths attributed to them, including attacks on civilians. Ghost?”
“The national prez, Zeus Treager, has been in charge a