They were fifteen minutes out when the message finally came through. It just said: Rattlers. 911. Mercer signaled to Cruz and the men pushed their bikes to the red line. Danni held on tighter to Mercer as the motorcycle sped down the highway. When they got closer to the clubhouse, Mercer heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire. They rounded the corner and Mercer yelled back to Danni. “When this bike stops, you run for cover, got it?” She nodded. When Mercer turned back to the road he saw two men outside the Black Ice clubhouse. They heard the approaching bikes and opened fire. Mercer put his bike down, grateful Danni had bought that leather jacket. It was all that kept her arm from being ground against the pavement. Mercer rolled away from the skid, taking Danni with him, but the bike kept going. It slid into the parked Rattler bikes. Cruz jumped off his bike and fired on the enemy. It was the second of the big, bald Rattlers. He fired on Cruz, then retreated into the clubhouse. Cruz ran over to Mercer and Danni to help them up.
