The ride to the countryside was long, all things considered. It took an hour and a half before the country road that Billie's generational manor stood was before us. Getting here had been a b***h. We had to dodge and weave through traffic. This is usually smooth and easy with a bike. With the entire club of fighters? It was a f*****g nightmare. I knew already that I'd have to grease some palms tomorrow to ensure that we didn't make any headlines and that there were no permanent fines.
I signalled for the boys to cool their engines. We weren’t quite ready to announce ourselves. As per Gunner’s plan, we split up, each group tackling a different angle of the house, while some remained behind as backup. You never show your full force in the beginning - got to keep some sort of ace up your sl
