“Is everyone ready?” Whiskers asked.
Puddles nodded, checking her pistol one last time. Chuck fiddled with the chip case and shook his head affirmative.
“We’re ready,” Eth said over comms.
Puddles smoothed her suit jacket out, “I hope this goes smoothly.”
“So do I,” Chuck replied.
“This does not look good,” Whiskers said pointing at a row of Red Hand bikes outside the address Doctor Mill sent them.
“Shit,” Puddles and Chuck said at the same time.
The car settled to the ground with a thump. Lower Stroud always dark, was darker here due to the number of burned out and broken lights. Parked outside of a warehouse six Red Hand bikes in a row and Doctor Mill’s luxury car. Puddles stepped out of the car scanning the darkness for trouble. Whiskers and Chuck exited the car and headed for the warehouse door. Two Red Hand gangers stepped out of the shadows blocking the door.
“You the techs the doc is expecting,” one of them mumbled.
“I certainly hope so,” Puddles replied with a smile.
“We need to search you before you can go in.”
“We have nothing to hide,” Whiskers replied.
With rough hands the two gangers quickly patted down each of them, “What’s this?” the ganger patting Puddles down said when he found her pistol.
“Personal protection is all,” she replied ignoring the looks from Whiskers and Chuck.
“You can get it when you leave.”
“I’ll take your word,” she replied with a smirk.
A ganger opened the warehouse door and stepped aside. Puddles lead the way into the warehouse looking for trouble.
“Looks like the doc set up shop here,” she said aloud. “There is enough equipment arranged around a chair for us to do our work. Doctor Mill looks scarred. Ah, I see four more Red Hands and lots of guns. That would explain the Doc.”
As soon as Chuck’s tail passed over the threshold, the door closed behind him, “Those are some nice augments each of them have.”
Doctor Mill shouted, “There you are. I was telling Twist about your chips. You did bring the chips?” he finished an octave or two higher.
“Yes Doctor Mill, we brought a small sample of chips,” Whiskers shouted back.
“Targets down,” Eth said over the comm-system.
“That is good news,” Whisker replied.
As soon as the door closed, the gangers relaxed; one of them leaning against the wall, the other lighting up a stick. Leaning against the wall, he took a long drag on the stick, exhaling a moment later.
“How much longer?” He asked the other ganger.
A shrug was his response.
Another long drag, another exhale.
John dropped into the alley as soon as Puddles began talking to the gangers. He was in position to take both of the gangers out by the time the search was finished. Now he waited, listening to Puddles description inside the warehouse. Satisfied with what he heard, he edged to the corner and peeked. The smoking ganger blew out another cloud of smoke as John stepped around the corner and fired four times, the first two dropped the smoker, the third and fourth shots dropped the remaining ganger.