“Listen up,” he said as the bikes fell silent. “Here’s what really going down.” He laid out the plan, how there were no guns, and this was all a ruse for a mole hunt. “I don’t want any heroes,” he continued. “If the Saracens bite then we’ll have accomplished our mission. Run if you can and only fight if you must. Any questions?” “So we’re not hitting the Saracens?” Lolly asked. “Not straight on, no. Not yet anyway. We’ve lost too many brothers already.” He could tell that didn’t go over well, but so be it. “The Saracens will get theirs, but I’m not willing to throw away more lives to do it,” he added to mollify the brothers. “Once we out the mole, then we can begin to plan how we’re going to step on their dicks.” He paused to see if there were any more question. “Let’s ride,” he rumbled when there were none. The Knights pulled out of the parking lot, and after riding together for a distance, they split, Ironside continuing to the docks while Whiteshirt and his men turned south to Industrial Valley, a section of town where they often made exchanges when they were still running guns and drugs.
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