A Man of Honor.

Chapter 28: A Grimm Time at White Peak

"Money talks in this business and bullshit walks." Michael "Ozzie" Myers.

With Roman giving me license to go after the Desperados I managed to start planning things out. The next day I went over to the Motleys' clubhouse I got a rundown on what they had and exactly what roads they claimed as their turf.

Babe who was more than excited to claim her retribution, laid a road map out on the table to show me. They had taken the time to outline their roads going into and out of Vale with black while giving the Desperados blue with some other roads marked with red.

"So we claim these roads that go into and out of Vale and the surrounding towns and villages," she explained to me, tracing the black roads with her meaty finger. "And this is where the Desperados have been hitting your union trucks and starting to attack us." She explained.

"And these roads here?" I said pointing to the blue that represented the Desperados, "You haven't been making any moves against them in their own territory?" I asked them.

"No," Vixen explained to me as she leaned against the table. "I gave the members clear instructions not to hit the Desperados on their own turf, we want them to get back to their lines, not redraw this map." She explained.

"Good keep it that way," I ordered them. Any move made against the Desperados on Motley turf would only provide legitimacy to the Motleys' actions. Despite what Cueball had said about the Atlesians not being involved I knew that it would be best to cover our asses. "And absolutely adhere to the neutrality of the town, if the Desperados want to shatter that agreement and get the sheriff involved then let them."

I traced a line down some of the roads outlined in red. "What are these roads?" I asked them.

"Those are old roads that no one really uses anymore," Babe explained to me. "We have some outposts along them, it's mostly deserted along them, only people like us and drifters use them."

"Why aren't they in use anymore?" I asked them.

"They hardly lead to anything anymore, plus there's a lot of grimm along those roads, it's dangerous," she explained to me. "We get some Desperados and other gangs there but there's no point in claiming them."

"What did they lead to?" I asked her.

"They used to lead to Mountain Glenn and a bunch of surrounding towns that have long been abandoned. We occasionally use them to store guns and other equipment but it's not like we can travel across them easily with our bikes."

I traced the red lines seeing that indeed most of them converged on the town. White Peak was a key towards Mountain Glenn, I didn't know how or why that was important but I felt that it was. Did Roman really send me here just because of stolen dust and union trucks being hijacked or did it have something to do with the old abandoned city? It could be a coincidence but I didn't believe it was that simple.

"Is something wrong?" Babe asked me, pulling me away from my contemplation.

"No," I said with a shake of my head. "I called a contact and managed to get word about several shipments that will be coming down from Vale in the next few days," I explained to her. By contact I meant Lil Miss and her spiders who were more than happy to provide me with the intel I needed."

"So what are we hitting?" Vixen asked, twirling her pearl handled revolver as she leaned against the table.

"Cash shipments." I said looking at them all.

Babe's brow furrowed at that. "We... are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked me tentatively.

Vixen set the gun down and crossed her arms to look at me. "We've gotten a few of those shipments before but we don't exactly target them." She explained. "We were worried that the Atlesians might get angry at us and decide to do something."