45
Intel Gathered
The Cabin
The trio sat at the kitchen table and spread out a paper map. “You have the rest of those bikers still at that shithole bar?” Brock said as he pointed at a spot on the map.
Will replied, “Yep. Trailed them out there last night. Got a friend, works the night shift. Said they were there all night. Got rowdy as hell.”
“No doubt. So, what else is at this crossroads?”
“Right across and diagonal is a two-story, an old hardware store. Perfect sniper’s nest. Have a great view of two sides.”
“Which two sides?”
“The left side of the building, with a view straight down the building where the back door is.”
“What’s in the back?” Brock asked.
“Not much back there. Just a dumpster. No lighting or anything. Be a perfect place for me to be.”
Brock nodded. “Night-visi
