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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 40 Precision
Jax shoved all thoughts of Wendy out of his head. He'd had plenty of practice with that.
Getting all thoughts of Scarlett out of his head was going to be more difficult because thinking about her was so pleasurable. He was surprised to find that he was enjoying this chase.
He'd never chased a woman so long, except Tara. It had taken them awhile to get together, but that was high school. Relationships at that age developed at a slower pace.
That was a crock pot relationship. Today relationships moved with the speed of a microwave. He'd heard a comedian make that comment on some TV program. Wendy always had the TV on. She couldn't stand silence. It was another thing he didn't know about her until after he married her.
No more thinking about girls. He had important thinking to do. They had to be tight and organized. Get in. Get out. Get the guns. Blow up a building.
He had actually convinced Clay that they shouldn't take the bikes. They were noisy and people tended to remember a group of motorcycles driving past. They needed a truck to transport the guns anyway.
They borrowed a truck from Unser's trucking business. The soon to return from medical leave Charming police chief Wayne Unser had a trucking business on the side. SAMCRO usually provided protection when expensive cargo was being moved.
There was a surprising amount of hijacking that occurred and an escort of outlaw bikers discouraged even the most determined hijackers because the hijackers knew the bikers had guns and would use them. That's where the outlaw part came in.
Jax and Chibs scouted the place earlier and discovered that it had only one way in and out. They would cut the chain and bring the van in. They would find and immobilize the guards, locate the weapons and call Happy. He was down from Tacoma and was a proficient truck driver.
They would load the truck and Happy would drive the truck to the Wahewa Indian reservation. Clay made a deal with them to rent a ramshackle building on the reservation's perimeter.
The club had begun to be smarter about cell phone usage and pinging phones. When they did a job, personal phones were left at the clubhouse. Disposable cell phones would be used exclusively tonight until they got back to the clubhouse.
"Military precision," Clay said from the van's driver's seat.
The van stopped at the chained together gates of the chain length fence. Juice and Tig jumped out to cut the chain. The van went through the gate, lights off. Jax and Chibs jumped out with their guns drawn, silencers screwed to the end of their weapons. Tig and Juice took the north while Jax and Chibs took the south. Once the guards were taken care of, Juice would watch the gate for unexpected guests. Clay and Bobby would check out the warehouse and Bobby would wire it to explode.
Jax didn't like wearing boots. They were clunky and he liked to be able to move silently. He could never convince any of the other guys of the superiority to sneakers over motorcycle boots. Tradition and Clay were hard to change.
He came up on the guard and had his gun to the back of the man's head before the guard heard a thing. The guy was wearing headphones and listening to classic 80's hard rock. Chibs closed in from the front.
Jax pulled the headphones off the guard and dropped them to the ground.
"Never use headphones on guard duty," Chibs said.
The guy shook his head and spoke Spanish.
"This asshole doesn't speak English," Jax said. "Let's fill him full of holes and move on."
"We're trying for no dead bodies. If he tells us what we want to know, we zip tie and duct tape him," Chibs said. He reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a roll of duct tape and zip ties.
This was Jax and Chibs version of the good cop/bad cop interplay. Jax was playing bad cop because he won the coin toss in the van. Bad cop was always more fun to play.
"Fine," Jax shoved the guy towards Chibs. "How many?"
"Just me," the man said in perfect English with a touch of a Cajun drawl.
"Where are the guns?" Chibs asked.
"In the warehouse."
"Zip tie him," Chibs said.
"I think he's lying," Jax said. "Look you son of a bitch, if I find another guard, I'm going to come back and shoot you in the gut. You'll die slowly in agony."
"There's another guard in the warehouse," the man said quickly. "He's usually in the back where there's a little kitchen."
Jax zip tied the man's hands and duct taped him from the knees to the ankles.
"Anything else we need to know?" Chibs asked.
"Remember, you lie, you die," Jax said. He fixed the man with a look that Tara said always scared the hell out of her. It was cold without a shred of emotion or human decency in it.
"Truth," the man said quickly. "Don't want to die. I have kids."
"Good choice," Chibs said.
Jax wound duct tape over the man's mouth and head.
"I'm going to be nice and not duct tape your eyes shut. I'm going to shove you into this bush. You stay there until we leave. If I see you again, I will kill you."
The man nodded again.
Chibs had already sent a text to Clay alerting him to the guard's presence in the warehouse.
"Live to fight another day, my friend," Chibs said.
Jax shoved the man into a bush against the rear of the warehouse. Juice moved into position to watch the gate. Tig, Chibs and Jax joined Bobby and Clay in the warehouse.
"Guard?" Jax asked.
"Tied up," Clay said impatiently.
"Where?" Jax asked.
"In a closet. He won't die in the explosion," Bobby said.
"Good," Jax said. This was what he liked. A simple kill free job.