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Rooftop Advantage
Chopper Town Biker Bar
By midnight, the place was hopping. Music blared from speakers, and most of the bikers had a longneck in their hands. Half of them were already wobbling in various states of inebriation. At a table on the side of the bar, one held up a tiny Ziplock baggie and flicked it. White powder emptied from the bag. He took out a razor and cut the cocaine into four neat rows, then pulled out a straw. He snorted one line, then handed the straw to the next.
Outside, the air was crisp as Brock, Will, and Peyton drove up behind the building adjacent to the bar. The headlights had already been doused as Will pulled the vehicle to a stop and cut the engine. “We’re in Indian country now,” he said. He turned and grinned at Peyton. “Sure, you don’t want to just
