Viking pulled into the Road Devil’s parking lot and let out a sigh of mixed happiness and exhaustion. It was just past eleven o’clock in the morning, and he was going on almost two full days of zero sleep. He hoped that the guys at the Garage had the coffee on, but in a pinch, he’d meander over to Satan’s Bar and see if Rebel would maybe open the kitchen an hour early. He needed to get that order of french fries soon anyway, or he’d pass out where he stood.
He was just stretching out his back when the guys started appearing from the various Road Devils businesses: his fellow Blue Dragon Ink workers, Arrow and Saint, were coming out of the tattoo parlour as Dux and Drake, the twins, walked out from the Garage. By the time he’d greeted them all, Wolf, Scars and Ice had joined the group, wea
