Mike
"All the intel I've gathered tells me that he will be there," Jace assures me for the umpteenth time. "Paul, Ron, Jax, and Tick have also double-checked."
With my arms crossed, I bring one hand up to rest my chin while I nod. Looking at the proof in front of me, I try to wrangle in as much faith as I can that I'm going to catch that son of b***h tonight.
Jace takes the map from the table and folds it up. "Let's do this," he says enthusiastically.
Some brothers and I suit up, grab our gear, and head out.
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This feels wrong. A lot of his men are here, but he's not. That bastard!
I reach for my two-way radio. "Do you, by any chance, see him over there?" I ask Ron, who's positioned on the other side of the run-down factory building. Cobra willingly gave my men a picture of wh
