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from what I’d gathered, under Sparks they had tried to maintain some kind of mask of humanity. But Griz? Griz was so hell-bent on
revenge he didn’t bother with such pleasantries. I had a sudden stroke of
inspiration… which had to wait until we were stopped up the block from Lucky’s
run down, tired, old house.
    It was a little two bedroom in a rough part of town, built
back in the 1910’s, maybe the early 20’s and looked like it had just about
fucking had it. His bike, an old but fully resto’ed Indian, was parked in the
carport that had been a ramshackle add-on in the 60’s or 70’s and didn’t fit
the rest of the house, like, at all.
    “Griz know we’re doing this? I mean, six guys went down
raiding these asshats’ club and he was fucking pissed!”
    Corbin snorted, “Griz knows everything that’s going on.
Pig-Pen is just a fucking scape goat. So busy kissing Griz’s ass, he doesn’t
realize Griz is having him hand out the orders.”
    Axe put his two cents in, “Griz is ready to burn the whole
fucking world down around him - the club, and everyone who gets in his way - for
revenge. Pig-Pen is just a fuckin’ patsy in case the club revolts. We’re out of
dumb fuckers.” He eyed me, “I can tell you ain’t one of ‘em, which is why I’m telling
you this. He doesn’t care who gets dead in the process just so long as they’re
taking Sacred Hearts with ‘em. Only reason we’re out here now is it’s one dude,”
he shook his head, “I mean, how fuckin’ hard can it be?”
    “No shit, three against one, what could possibly go wrong
with odds like that?” Corbin grinned through his five o’clock shadow that
looked like someone had packed coffee grounds against his face. I nodded.
    “Gotta like odds like that,” I agreed and brought out my
piece, a tried-and-true Beretta. I pulled back the slide and checked the
chamber to be sure it was ready to go and Corbin and Axe did the same with
their guns.
    Lucky’s property sat between two vacant lots overgrown with
blackberry vines. The house was on a raised foundation, so there were three
narrow cement steps with these thin, rusted out rails to either side. The front
stoop was just big enough for one guy to either side of the door while the
third kicked it in, and apparently Axe and Corbin seemed to think this was the ideal
way to do it.
    I didn’t know much about Lucky, other than he came by his
road name honestly. To hear it told, he was a crazy motherfucker with a
penchant for explosives and explosive devices. A cool hobby for sure, but
fuckin’ crazy as hell if you wanted to keep breathing and didn’t feel like
raining from the sky in nasty, wet chunks as your way of going out.
    I took the left side of the door, while Corbin took right. I
glanced across the street to the house there and, satisfied that it was totally
abandoned, with the way the roof sagged in the center and how the windows were
either busted out or boarded, I gave Axe a nod. He heaved up a leg and smashed
his booted foot into the door by the lock and knob, and the whole thing gave
with a boom and a crash much louder than a dude in motorcycle boots
kicking in a door was capable of.
    Gun smoke filtered through my facemask and burned my nose as
Axe fell backwards and slid head-first down the stairs, a hole bigger than my
fist in the center of his chest.
    “Son of a bitch!” Corbin yelled and went in first, which was
good, because it put me right behind him. I raised my gun and double tapped him
right in the back of his fucking head.
    “Clear!” I called and Lucky rounded the kitchen doorway. I
looked up at the shotgun hanging from brackets bolted to the ceiling.
    “Really?” I asked pointing up to it. Lucky dropped the cord
in his hand leading to the pulley and trigger mechanism.
    “Worked, didn’t it?” he grunted.
    “Thirteen,” I said.
    “Lucky,” he came forward and we grasped hands, “Thanks for
the warning.” He sniffed and looked down at Corbin, whose