This is not the day to goof around or test those in charge. This is the time to come together as Mustangs. United in war, divided by none. He lowers his voice, forcing everyone from those flanking him from the front to those peons in the back to listen in, “Mustangs, we're under attack. We won't stand for the shit that happened in our own clubhouse. Those Coyotes responsible for destroying our property and damaging our women will be punished.” The men raise hell with their voices, sending shrieks of agreement and applause into the crowded basement gathering space. I clap my hands slowly, adding to the noise. I’m as angry as every man here, but part of me wants to slow this down and not raise hell until we know exactly what is going on. Between the news about the missing Mustang and my run in with the bumbling supplier, something isn’t right. Why would they attack tonight? Jager turns to me and motions for me to stand.
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