“Really? That easy?” Ace said.
“Gate's open,” I said.
Big Guns replied, “These guys aren't going anywhere.” An air-quaking boom punctuated his statement. The 20 mm round hit the back of a Silverado and peeled off the entire bed. It crashed into a fan boat on a trailer, flipping it over amid shouts of alarm. Big Guns grunted delight. “Take your time. You're covered on this end.”
I looked at Shocker. “Pincher movement. You and Bobby take the front on my signal. Skinny Patty and I will kick in the back door.”
The girl-beast gave a grim nod. She unholstered the two Glock 9 mm pistols from under her arms, looked at Bobby, and inclined her head toward the lab.
“Boss,” Big Swoll acknowledged. His muscles rippled like separate animals under the black suit as he jacked a round into his shotgun
