27
Ricky
Every second we waited ate at my stomach like acid. My insides f*****g burned, rage to go berserk barely controlled by a thin rein.
The blue house sat dark, but the top of the line ear piece in my ear filled with Balboa’s voice letting me know a dark shadow moved past a back window.
Klingon and a dozen other men, including Prophet, had set up at the warehouse after finding it deserted, ready for war. Then, he’d had a couple boys drive in with a van and unload the box of rocks.
He’d made the call.
I already sat a couple blocks from the safe house, night vision goggles in place, when three punks climbed into the box truck sitting in the driveway. Balboa had approached the house from the back and sat waiting for me.
Waiting...
I hit the mic button on my chest. “Klingon, they’
