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Hawk
Rage surged through Hawk as he inspected the broken seals and locks on the shipping container. A totally empty container. Everything gone. They had guaranteed safe transport and delivery of the sealed container and now this cluster fuck. How the hell did the bastards get past all the security they had in place? A better question would be how they had known which container to target. There were twenty containers awaiting transport in the yard right now and only this one had been touched. None of the others had so much as a scratch on them.
Someone had talked.
They had a fucking rat in their house.
Kicking the side of the container viciously Hawk fought to control his rage. He needed to hit something or someone. Kicking the container again he listened to the empty gong as his boot connected with the steel. Fucking hell.
This was going to cost them a shit load of money to fix. Not to mention how pissed off their client was going to be that his goods had been stolen while it had been in their supposedly safe hands. The bastard will take his business elsewhere if they weren’t seen to fix this and fix it fucking fast.
“What do we know?” Hawk snarled still staring into the empty container.
Jagger, their Security Officer, stepped up next to him. Anger spiked through his voice as he gave his report.
“We had unexpected load shedding last night. The generators did kick in, but not immediately, the power was off long enough for the bastards to fuck with our security. They knew exactly how long it would take for the gennies to kick in. They looped the cameras, re-routed the fence alarm, cut the fence, and took their time taking what they wanted. By the time the patrol came back around and picked up that the fence had been breached they were long gone.”
“What about our back-up measures?”
“By some strange coincidence they went down as well, and we both know what that fucking means.” Jagger bit out.
“What I would like to know is how they knew there would be load shedding in the first place? This area wasn’t scheduled, at all.” Kid snapped while looking at the silent men, waiting for someone to answer him.
“The bastards most probably bribed someone to fuck with the transformers.” Ice growled angrily.
“Fuck. This is fucking bullshit. Why weren’t we ready to deal with a black out?”
Kid, his Sergeant-At-Arms was furious and looking for someone to take it out on.
As much as Hawk wanted him to start breaking heads to get at the truth, now was not the time. They had to play this one close to the vest. They had a rat. And the fucking bastard was someone in his inner circle, he had to be. They were the only ones who knew about their back-up security systems, the hidden cameras and alarms.
He knew without a doubt that the rat wasn’t one of his officers, he trusted them implicitly. They had been his friends for years before they stepped up to take his back when he took over the club after his dad’s untimely death. His friends had backed him against the elders when he started pulling the club out of the deep dark shit they had been buried in.
By no means was the club squeaky clean but they weren’t filthy either. Hawk had pulled them out of running drugs and guns and the club had been able to concentrate on their legitimate businesses. No longer looking over their shoulders all the time, until now.
Having a traitorous rat in his club fucking sucked.
It was time to get rid of the pest, to become the exterminator.
“Jagger, you and Beast work this together, find the fucker.” Hawk ordered quietly.
“We’re on it.”
Both slightly inclined their heads as he turned his back on the empty container, walked to his bike, climbed on and with Kid and Ice following rode out of the yard.
They’ve had too many little things going wrong lately, now this. Someone was targeting the club and when he found out who it was they were going to regret fucking with his club.
Fuck that, they were going to regret fucking with him.
He had worked too damned hard to lead his club towards a cleaner future to have a rat fuck it all up. His club would never be a shining example of how to play nice with society. They would always have one foot in the dark. But it was up to him to keep that dark from swallowing his brothers as it had swallowed his dad and granddad.
He would go down before he allowed that to happen. And he would take whoever was fucking with them down with him.
He needed to ride, to get himself under control before he faced his men.
Pointing his bike towards the Magaliesberg he breathed a little easier as he rode down the winding road. A long ride was what he needed right now so he took the secondary roads. The sun beat down as they rode and the scent of his bike, hot tar, the green veldt grass and thorn trees filled his lungs, calming the rage.
And riding with his best friends did the rest.
Not only were they his best friends they were his family. A part of his brotherhood.
