As he headed around the truck to grab the men out of the back, he nodded to Chains who was holding the door to the warehouse open. Chains nodded back, putting out the cigarette he’d been smoking. Peanut reached up and pulled on the lock, opening the back of the truck. The two men they’d tied up in the back came bursting out in a badly executed attempt at escape. Peanut stepped back, letting the two men who’d dove at the doorway fall flat on their faces.
“Stupid fuckers. What the fuck was that shit?” Viking asked, chuckling as they stared down at the two men who were now wiggling around like pigs in the mud. It was sort of hilarious the way they were floundering. Peanut found himself snickering as he rolled his eyes at their obvious stupidity.
“I don’t know where the fuck they get these prospects from, but damn are they stupid,” Peanut said.
“You’re not kidding. How did they think that was going to go? This truck has a two-foot drop from the bed to the ground. With them barreling out like that they were bound to end up face first in the dirt,” Viking muttered.
“I can’t believe they made these two prospects sit on that shipment and wait on us. They aren’t smart enough to follow us without being detected. Maybe they were just in the area and saw us and thought they’d get some brownie points for following or something. No way are the Raiders sending these dumb asses to do anything they actually want done correctly. I know the Raiders aren’t the smartest tools in the shed but they’re better than this, surely?” Peanut said as they each jerked one of the still floundering men up and marched their struggling forms towards the warehouse.
“I would hope not, but stranger shit has happened. I just can’t see how they manage to stay afloat if these are the prospects. Fuck, they must allow hangers-on to wear prospect cuts or something. No way are they planning to add these two idiots to their ranks,” Viking said, shaking his head as they took the two men into the interrogation room followed by Chains.
“These idiots give you boys any trouble?” Chains asked.
“Nah, they like falling face first into mud a lot though,” Viking said as they shoved them into the chairs. Viking cut the zip ties and they started binding them to the chair.
One of the two men started howling like a little baby repeating his innocence over and over. It was sad. Peanut wondered again where the fuck they got these dumb disloyal fuckers from. Seeing the way these two were acting would only solidified the club’s suspicions that the new issues the club was having were with someone other than the Raiders. If these were the type of fuckers their MC was using to shore up the ranks, then their club was already falling apart. It was possible that they added men like these two as cannon fodder, but it wasn’t likely. He could maybe see the Raiders telling them they were in the club and then sending them out on shitty jobs. If they were pulling off these new almost flawlessly executed shake-downs, he would be surprised. He could see how sending these two after the arms shipment might make his brother’s look in another direction. He as well as the rest of the club would never believe that men like these two were capable of systematically taking down their operations. The Raiders had never been very good with deflection or disruption of the Devils Arms MC. Peanut didn’t know what to think but his gut was telling him that they had someone new lurking around in the shadows making trouble.
“I can’t believe we have to question these blubbering idiots. Is he really in there whining about how he doesn’t know anything when we haven’t even started torturing him yet? He’s even screaming that he will tell us where their base is. What the fuck? How can he be such a pussy motherfucker? It leaves me feeling sick to my stomach. Nothing we get out of these two is going to be any good, I can already tell. They’re useless and if the Raiders are at all intelligent—which I am currently questioning after hearing this moron—they didn’t let these two in on anything they are up to,” Hemp said when they headed back into the main room. His face was grim as he cleaned his tools.
“Yeah, not sure these aren’t just two fuckers who stole some leather cuts from the club then started playing the part like they were real bikers. It’s fucking sad that that dude is in there already screaming and we haven’t even touched them,” Viking muttered shaking his head.
“Not sure I can stomach the whining from these two,” Chains grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the wall.
“Yep, it’s going to be a long fucking night,” Hemp agreed.
Peanut couldn’t say that they were wrong. He knew that they had to see if they could get decent intel out of them even if they already knew it was a long shot. Rage wouldn’t accept they were giant man babies as an answer when he wanted information. Nope, they’d have to get them to talk even if it meant dealing with the sadly unnecessary task.
Four hours after leaving the warehouse frustrated and more than glad to be pulling up in the front yard, he was surprised
