Dawson (One of Mr. White's Guards)
This is f*cking ridiculous. If I didn’t get paid so much I’d be out of here. Waiting around, coming up with plans and trying to attempt to break into this f*cking biker compound has been a nightmare. And the tantrum the boss is throwing is getting on my f*cking nerves.
“Explain to me, why is this taking so long?” Mr. White asked.
“Boss, they have hundreds of men. We need more, or we need to do this strategically. They have that place guarded like Fort Knox. I personally took men and did some recon in the woods. They have men along the ten-foot walls. Both on top and inside. The gate alone had fifty men guarding it. They aren’t letting any vehicles in right now. Deliveries are met six feet away from the gate by at least ten men. Everything is che
