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Cole rode side by side down the highway and then up the frontage roads. They were naturalized to one another now – aware and tuned to the other's engine sounds, and how the other tended to take a corner or change a lane. This comfort level with the other's style of riding made the journey even more enjoyable and, perhaps, even therapeutic. When they pulled off the road and up a narrow, barely paved stretch for a mile, then left into a narrow dirt path, Brian took the lead and Cole followed at a distance far enough back that he could get to his gun before riding into the same difficulty Brian may have been attacked with.
     
    The dirt road opened up into a small-circled clearing, more like a turn-around really, with a rising twelve-foot, bare dirt cliff wall to the right and heavy tall grass to the left. In front of them were two men and a camp table. The camp table had a large black duffel, which Cole assumed was the payment.
     
    Cole waited by the bikes, letting his ears scan the area around him and letting his eyes go wide – at least that's what he called his method of visual surveillance. He focused on no particular spot while extending his peripheral vision as far as possible. He wasn't looking for objects, but, rather, movement from unexpected areas. He developed this method as a boy when walking through the neighborhoods on his way home from school, attempting to watch everything at once.
     
    Brian made the exchange and nothing flickered or reflected. Cole was positive there were men laying down in the tall grass to his left, but then he was here with gun as back up, too, so no harm unless they made a move. Brian was just about to go to his bike when a car engine, something small, rushed up the road, slamming on its breaks before colliding into the parked bikes.
     
    The doors of the small Honda flew open as men got out, holding weapons. Cole and Brian drew their guns with equal speed. Then flames erupted from the edge of the cliff above and from the high grass below, catching the men in the Honda between showers of gunfire that twitched and danced their bodies like puppets.
     
    The gunfire ended and Cole looked around, and then back to the buyers, "Obviously not yours, but not ours either."
     
    "So we gathered since you were ready to blow holes in them," the man with the coke said. "We're out of here. Good luck."
     
    "Luck," Cole agreed.
     
    When Cole turned his attention to Brian, he found the redhead looking over his bike, checking various spots like under the fenders. He found what he was looking for inside the left saddlebag, "Armature and mass produced, but unfortunately effective, as well."
     
    "What's that?"
     
    "Tracking device. Basically it is a cellphone with GPS, which connects to a receiver display for the hound," Brian explained.
     
    "What made you look for it?" Cole asked, walking to his bike.
     
    "That car didn't follow us. I never saw it and it was far enough behind to take this long to catch up. The men inside didn't know where they were going, because no one would knowingly drive into a tactical ambush site like this on purpose. They would have waited for us to come out with the cash. So… tracker."
     
    Cole got on his bike and listed the steps of their attackers, "Follow us in, blast us, take the money, and drive away. Pretty straight forward. So, we have a bit of homework to do later, like finding out who knew you were making a run today and who knew it would be local. Let's move."
     
    Brian jumped on his bike, "Jim and Bear. That's it." Then he started his engine and they rode out of there, and back to the main road where they opened up the engines and thundered in the direction of Chicago.
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    There were two things that bothered Cole about this seemingly straightforward attempt to ambush the exchange. The first was that he recalled that car being parked near his house as they rode out earlier and the second was that he recognized one of the men. His mind