Catching Phoenix: Renegades MC Story

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It took all day to work out a plan and from satellite images the place was well protected.  After a trip to my weapons storage then men had everything they needed to be successful.   The small warehouse where the girls were being kept was easily accessible.   But taking out the cartel that surrounded it was going to be a bit trickier.   With the man power present we expected the warehouse to be full.  

Anywhere from 100 to 200 girls stolen from their villages oversees brought to America to be sold, would be hiding in the building, fearing for their lives.   Unfortunately it was more rampant than anyone wanted to admit.    The media didn't report on little Mexican or Puerto Rican girls from poor villages going missing, and they sure as hell didn't report the slimy rich men that bought them for their sexual pleasure.  Fuck the whole industry left a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I wanted to take down every single fucker involved.

"Be realistic Nix.   We have a 36 hour drive a head of us.  Then another six mile hike into the woods, you are in no way shape or form to make that trek.   The Feds have loaned us 20 more men who will meet us once we hit town.  We got this." 

I knew Tank was right and if I was in better shape I would have joined them but there was no way I could make the long journey with three cracked ribs.   Sure they felt good now but that was because Hank had taped me up good and the pain killers were doing their thing, but I could barely make it up the stairs let alone a six mile hike.  

Plus the more distance from Mac the better it was...at least for me.  

But I couldn't help looking at the door every so often.  Axel would give me a knowing look when he caught be but fuck it, the man already saw me cry.   There was no point in hiding my concern, at least from him.  

By dinner Mac still didn't reappear and I was beginning to worry.   I assumed Axel was in touch with him but was too scared to ask.   Yeah I am such a bad ass...hell what was going on with me?   I was turning into a sentimental basket case. I blame the pain killers for my temporary insanity.

Ignoring my concern I turned my attention back to the movie they guys put on after dessert. There was no way I could sleep with how full I felt right now. Did I mention how much I want to kidnap Tank, the man not only cooks like a pro but also bakes.   Fuck I couldn't remember the last time I had a homemade chocolate cake.   Or homemade lasagna. If he wasn't so loyal to the club I would try to tempt him over to my side.  At least I would eat better.   But he wasn't who I wanted on my side, in this house.   FUCK!   I was slowly driving myself crazy and I needed to stop thinking about the man.

Frustrated I got up and quietly crept out of the room.   My body didn't relax until I took a seat at my computer.   Albert was busy and from the looks of things, all over the place.  One screen had the satellite of the compound the guys were heading out to in the morning, since it was close to midnight there, activity was minimal.   The second screen was monitoring the fourth bomb site, again not much new there.  The third and fourth were running data and frankly the screens were moving so fast it hurt to look at them. Unconcerned I let Al do his thing while I did mine.

Moving the mouse I turned on my screen to see if I could find anything.   I didn't really know what I was looking for but I need to occupy my brain otherwise I might just breakdown again. I could only handling crying so many times in one day. Two hours later I still had nothing and Albert was unusually quiet.

Exasperated, I leaned back in my chair, stretching my sore muscles cautiously not to cause me more pain but to relieve the tension.

"So do you ever sleep?"

The voice caused my body to jump which caused the chair to almost topple over.  Luckily my hands grabbed the desk before that could happen.

"FUCK!" I yelled out as my ribs pulled and my body protested in pain.