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you.”

    “He was doing a lot more than screwing with me.   I got the bruises to prove it.”

    Doc picked up his brush and kept varnishing.   Mercer picked up a screwdriver and worked on getting some hinges attached to the interior door frames.   They worked for an hour before taking a break.   Mercer grabbed the first beer of the day out of the cooler and handed Doc another.

    “It’s going to take time to get everything back.   Did you really think you could waltz back to town, claim Black Ice had returned, and everyone would fall in line?”

    “Yeah, I did, actually.”

    Doc shook his head.   “Doesn’t work that way.   We got a couple of new members and that’s a good start, but we need a hell of a lot more than that.   We need money and the way to get money is to start earning on jobs.   I got something lined up.   It’s not much, but we need every dollar we can get.   How much is left from the pile?”

    Doc was referring to the money Mercer had stolen from the club before he left town.   Now that he was back, he returned it to the club, but with the repairs to the clubhouse, paying the new members a little something to get them on their feet, and general maintenance, they were quickly running out.

    “Not much,” Mercer admitted.   “About fifteen thousand.”

    “We can stretch that a bit, but we need money coming in.”

    “What’s this job? Guns or drugs?”

    A smile crept across Doc’s face.   “You’re going to love this.   It’s corporate secrets.”

    Doc wouldn’t say any more until they were all gathered.   Red and Cruz showed up twenty minutes later, and they gathered around the kitchen table again since the meeting room wasn’t yet ready.

    “Here’s the score,” said Doc.   “Guy I know swiped a bunch of trade secrets from a company he worked for.   They were supposed to let him in on profit sharing, but fired him instead.   He figures they cheated him out of a hundred thousand dollars.   Thing is, he kept copies of all the information on his computer at home, so he was able to download everything to a flash drive.   He made contact with a rival company and is going to sell the information for a hundred thousand dollars.   We’ll get five percent to deliver the flash drive to this other company in Billings.”

    “Why not just email the information?” asked Cruz.

    “Stealing those secrets was highly illegal and he’s afraid someone can track it online.   Makes sense these days, with the NSA listening to everyone’s phone calls.”

    Red spoke next.   “Why not just deliver it himself?”

    “He thinks the company has hired people to watch him, make sure he’s not going to do exactly what he’s planning to do.   He says if the company has hired guys to watch him, it’s reasonable to think they’ll attack to get the information back, so we’ll need to be on the lookout.   Good thing is, the drive is small enough to carry in a pocket, so it’s doable with the four of us.”

    Mercer looked at each man.   They all seemed to be on board, but this was the first job since the club came back to life and it needed to be official.

    “OK.   Let’s vote.   Who’s in favor of delivering this drive two hours away to Billings?”

    All four men raised their hand.

    “OK,” said Mercer.   He realized he had no gavel, so he slapped his palm on the table instead.   “It’s official.   Doc, schedule the pickup with your man and we’ll be five grand richer when all of this is over.”



The attack came from the left, catching Black Ice off guard.   The other bikes crested a hill to the south and came on them fast.   Cruz spotted them first and they pulled guns.   They fired on the Rattlers, but none of their bullets hit; then the Rattlers were on the road with them with guns of their own.

    Up until that point, everything had gone according to plan.   They picked up the drive from Doc’s contact and started out toward Billings, Montana.