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and scattering of stars burning in the pitch black sky, the Marauders were entirely shrouded in night.
    They surrounded the warehouse on their bikes, then one-by-one, they shut off the engines. In the silence that followed, Layla could hear the labored sound of her own breathing and the rush of her heartbeat in her freezing cold ears.
    “What now?” she whispered to Jesse.
    “We fuck shit up,” he replied coolly. “What else?”
    He dismounted his Harley Davidson Night Rod and left his helmet hanging from the handle as he trudged through the short tufts of dead grass spread sparsely over the red soil. He turned after a moment, looked back at Layla, and said:
    “Well? Are you comin’ or not?”
    Layla clumsily slid off of the leather seat, clutching Bear’s jacket tight around her slender shoulders as she followed Jesse toward the warehouse. It felt like a funeral march.
    Gordo and Camel met them near the entrance. Gordo looked pale, and Camel’s grim expression didn’t do much to instill any confidence in her. Jesse took a deep breath looked around.
    “All right, where’s Gunner?”
    “He’s scopin’ it out,” Camel answered, nodding toward the side of the warehouse they couldn’t see. “You know they’ll have the place guarded.”
    “Yeah, but on a quiet night like this, there won’t be more than one or two of their lower tier hangin’ around,” Gordo said, wiping nervous sweat from his wrinkled brow. “With any luck, we can outgun ‘em send ‘em off before anybody gets too trigger happy.”
    “Outgun them?” Layla asked, her stomach dropping.
    “Relax, chica, ” Gordo said with a smile. “We ain’t gonna kill ‘em. We’ll just show ‘em how many more guns we got than they do, and they should back down. No one in Los Muertos is expectin’ this kinda payback—especially not from us.”
    She swallowed hard. “Why not?”
    “The Marauders haven’t exactly been known for pullin’ shit like this,” Camel said, glancing around warily and keeping his eyes on the spot Gunner had disappeared into. “We’ve been kinda low-key up until now, and Los Muertos has been runnin’ the show as far as weed and crystal go.”
    “Meth?!” Layla almost yelped. She lowered her voice hastily. “They’ve got meth in there?”
    “Don’t worry. It’s not a lab,” Gordo said, but somehow, Layla felt less than reassured.
    “I wanna be clear on somethin’,” Jesse said as he followed Camel’s gaze into the darkness. “We ain’t here to take over the Los Muertos supply chain. All we’re gonna do is burn this fucker down. I don’t want anyone touchin’ a single bag of ice. We clear?”
    “Roger that,” Camel said, squinting past the warehouse. “Hey, I think I see him.”
    Layla looked. Gunner was moving away from the side of the warehouse, clinging to the shadows as he jogged in their direction. He had something over his shoulder—something that glinted in the limited light.
    As he got closer, she finally saw what it was.
    Gunner was carrying a shotgun.
    “Just the two,” he said once he was within earshot. The bridge of his nose was purple and black. Jesse must’ve broken it during the fight. “Shouldn’t have any problems takin’ ‘em.”
    “Good,” Jesse said. He looked like a weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. “Which way we goin’ in?”
    “Side door. I got it jimmied. We can fit two at a time through there, and we’re better off in numbers.” He sniffed a little, then winced. “They’re carryin’.”
    Jesse shifted. “Anything to worry about?”
    Gunner shook his head. “Just some nines.”
    Again, Jesse looked relieved. “All right,” he said, looking to Camel and Gordo. “Gunner’n I’ll take point. You two come on in after. Beauty queen…” He trailed off, staring at Layla. “…watch the bikes.”
    Layla grimaced. It was so cold out. But it was probably better than rushing into a potential firefight in the warehouse.
    Gunner gave her a look as