The transport never arrived.
One hour after my call to Torres, Rebecca's phone exploded with notifications. Not messages. Emergency alerts. News feeds. Video streams from twenty-three cities simultaneously.
"Thunder Bay Riders in Minnesota. Raided thirty minutes ago."
"Black Canyon MC in Colorado. Forty-seven arrests."
"Pacific Nomads in California. Federal agents with military support."
Antonio pulled up a map. Red markers appeared across the country. Each one a club being raided. Each one growing by the minute.
"Fifty-three clubs in the last hour. All simultaneous operations. All federal charges identical to ours." He looked at me. "Your surrender did not stop anything. It accelerated everything."
My phone rang. Torres.
"What the hell did you do?" Her voice was sharp. Furious. "I
