Cache Money

Chapter 5

We got a new contract. One from some kind of biker gang, mostly dealt in illegal drugs and weapons, like most of the gangs. Only thing is, these ones were all bad. Most of the gangs you hear about, like the Hell's Angels, are mostly good guys, with the occasional asshole who makes a bad reputation for the rest. But something about these guys, calling themselves the Archangels, didn't sit right with me. But when they offered me and my boys a few mill, we weren't going to turn it down. After all, we'd had a great mission last time we got payed that much, and now we got more guys and way more weapons.

Last year we'd bought a few warehouses in the Canadian countryside and we ran our operation from there. It's where our members slept and ate, and where all our vehicles and our guns were. We had a small army here, and that's what they were paying us for. We had about 26 guys in all, and we'd recruited 5 in the last month. They was Hawk, as you already knew. Joker, who wore a clown mask, and his partner, Viper; and he wore one with a snake on it. Then there was Vulcan and Hades, who were twin brothers.

But back to the contract, we'd been arranged to travel to Japan to meet with the leader to get briefed. Obviously couldn't get the info for illegal activities through email. We booked plane tickets and got there the next day, landing in Tokyo. I swear, I'd never seen more neon in my life; and I used to live in Vegas for a few years.

We took a limo to the Clubhouse, and we went inside to meet the guy. We knocked on the door and a man with a huge beard and a shaved head opened it.

"We ain't buying no cookies, girls." He said with a smile.

"Awe, you sure?" I heard Hawk say behind me.

"I think your boss wants what he have, man." I said with a little cockiness in my voice.

"Alright, come in, pal. But toss your guns in the bin when you do. We ain't taking chances." He opened the door, and the four of us walked in.

It was a pretty large building, about the size of a warehouse, only a much lower roof. We walked through the corridors slowly, and I found myself examining the walls. They were barren, aside from the odd portrait of a fallen member. Either these guys didn't recruit much, or they were really hard to kill.