A few minute later, his man returned. “Just a bunch of yuppies riding around on shiny new bikes.”
“Trying to be bad men,” another of his gang laughed.
“They all want to be us,” a third said which caused everyone to start laughing, including Onyx.
Finished eating, his men sat around playing cards or dominoes and smoking weed. “I want everyone to get some sleep,” Onyx said to them. Dauntay, I want you and Joseph to take first shift on the front gate. D’andre, you’re on the backside with Roland.”
“What about the top of the building?” D’andre said as he stood to leave.
Onyx snarled at the thought of Amani. He was found in the woods near the cabin in the Everglades where the Russo girl was being kept. Besides having a big knot on his head, he was unharmed. Onyx had been punishing him ever since. That included having him sit on the roof of the building for the past twelve hours. “Amani is just fine,” he grumbled. “Now move, unless you want to be where he is.”
D’andre and the others quickly exited the room.
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Just before nightfall, Sin and her men gathered at a Finnish bakery a few blocks from the target. They watched through a Go-pro strapped to Shea’s helmet as he circled the building. He slowed as he rode past the chain-link gate, his gaze on the two-inch-thick linked chain that was wrapped through the gate-post and the fence-post. He then continued on until he reached the back side of the property where he slowed to find the same type of chain on that gate. Knowing that he was the last to ride around the property, Sin shut down the camera feed and studied the five men seated in the booth with her.
“Let’s go over the plan one more time, then everyone goes black. No one speaks but me unless you’re asked a direct question, and that’s an order.”
Ten minutes later, Sin and Frank exited the diner and walked northeast. Fletcher, Baxter, Troy, and Johnson headed southeast.
“Garcia, Wilson and Moesly, copy?” she said as she walked.
“Copy, Boss Lady,” Garcia radioed.
“Same here,” Wilson said.
“All clear,” Danny said.
“All eyes on the target. Diversion to begin in five. On my mark, engage.” She eyed Frank who white-knuckled the M7 strapped to his right hip. He gave her a quick chin-nod.
“Look, Mommy, those people have guns,” a little girl said as they walked east on Palm Beach Lakes Boulevard. “I’m scared.”
“Remember the movie set we saw, they’re just actors,” the mother nervously replied, clutching her little girl to her side.
Sin stopped and squatted in front of the girl. “Your mommy is right. We’re just part of the movie being shot a few blocks away from here.”
“How exciting. Can we get a picture?”
Sin smiled up at the mom. “Sure.” She and Frank smiled as the mom took a picture with a selfie-stick.
“Can we go watch?” the little girl said after the pictures were taken.
“I’m afraid not tonight,” Sin said. “It’s a closed set because it’s going to get very noisy.”
The little girl began to protest when the mom said, “We can go tomorrow. How about some ice cream before we go back to the hotel?”
Ice cream seemed to do the trick as the girl clutched her mom’s hand and skipped in the opposite direction towards the ice cream shop.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Sin dropped her smile and walked on. “Shea, you read?”
“All ears.”
“Dress up and make some noise. I have four blocks between me and the target. By the time I get there, I expect to see a lot of pissed off Jamaicans.”
“If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s pissin’ people off,” Shea said.
Sin didn’t say another word, she just kept on walking.
“We’re going in unprotected?” Frank said.
“We’ll be protected.”
“How?”
“Eyes in the sky,” she replied.
“Garcia, you should be able to spot the diversion first. Ten-four?”
“If you mean a bunch of gang-bangers riding close to the target, yeah I see them.”
“I want you and Wilson to take care of the locks on the gates as soon as you get a clear shot.”
As Sin continued to walk, she lifted one revolver at a time out of their holsters, pulled back the trigger and replaced them in her gunbelt. She glanced at Frank as he thumbed the safety off his Browning before sliding it back in its holster. She heard the faint sound of suppressed fire as she continued east.
“Front gate unlocked,” Garcia said.
“Ditto on the rear,” Wilson echoed.
“Time to crash the party, Shea,” she said.
“Your welcoming committee just started tossing Molotov cocktails onto the property,” Garcia radioed.
Moments later, gun-fire could be heard without the need of her earpiece. She eyed Frank and began to run.
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Onyx heard the bikes and ran to a window. It was dark, but the lights from the hospital lit up the streets enough for him to see the riders. He fisted his rifle, his knuckles cracked as he tightened his grip. The door to his home burst open. About to raise his weapon, he realized it was Dauntay.
“The Outlaws,” Dauntay said, wide-eyed. “They’re here.”
Onyx looked out the window again as one biker threw a Molotov cocktail over the fence. He flashed back to playing Dominoes with Suzy in Key West. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he growled. He looked outside again just in time to see the riders burst through the gate and ride onto the property. He grabbed Dauntay by his shirt. “Wake everyone up and kill the bastards!” he yelled. “No one kills the angel but me,” he spit. With his last word, he tossed his man into the hall and slammed the door.
He crossed the room with exaggerated steps, threw open the door to the closet, and grabbed Carmelita who was curled into a ball in the far corner. “It seems I’ve
