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Stone
I wished I’d thought to bring some of Warden’s high tech s**t along, but Klingon had a boy in the black market hook us up with some good a*s s**t on short notice. High tech night vision goggles. Two-way radio earpieces we were able to patch Devil into. f*****g tracking devices to slip onto the cars of the fuckers who arrived to pay big cash for s*x slaves in the event any managed to escape us.
We had no idea how many men would arrive at the estate. We knew the location and time. Had memorized a grid map of the neighborhood and lay of the conservation land sprawling behind the back of the estate—our best chance for sneaking in.
It meant making our way in the dark through terrain I wasn’t well-acquainted with, but I refused to be intimidated.
Dressed all in black, Ryker, Klingo
