Path of Ranger: Volume 1 Read Online Free

was driven into the garage, JB stopped the engine and turned back to the rear seat. With one abrupt move he tore off the seal and pulled the seat up, there were two black bags inside. He took out both, closed the door and left the garage. The gate went closed.
    Chris was still staying outside waiting for his boss. As soon as he’d seen JB, he took one of the bags and they went on together.
    “What about the dungeon?” Chris asked. “Who’s gonna push that button?”
    “You wanna push that one too?”
    The guard shook his head cheerfully and impatiently.
    “Hm… You really should have put the respirator on.” JB commented on the guard’s hyperactivity. “I’ll push that button.”
    “What’s this?” Chris nodded at bags.
    “Our cover. The cash and the drugs,” the big guy shrugged. “Take the blow into the dungeon, it goes to Big Dog along with the guns later. The cash stays with me.”
    “Yo, B! By the way, about the dungeon. There is somewhat about fifteen hundred pounds of heroin. What are we gonna do with all that?”
    “Same as usual, destroy it,” JB responded while walking through the living room to the stairs. “And, Chris. You make sure that no idiot blows it up inside the city, it’s your personal responsibility.”
    “Ain’t that Hakim’s job?”
    “I’m gonna need Hakim for something else. It’s time to get rid of Markus and Tyris.”
    “Why?”
    “They sold out. D-Kay’s bitches.”
    Just as JB took the first step upon the stairs he noticed Chris’ workplace. That desk was full of computer screens and various gadgets. Endless lines of programming code captured his attention, he turned to his employee.
    “So, does it work?”
    “You bet it does!” Chris looked sure and self-satisfied.
    “Nice,” JB responded respectfully. “Get rid of everything.”
    Talking no more, Chris stepped towards the computer and pushed the big red button that was on the table. The first one on his list. A bunch of dialog windows appeared on the screens, the database was initiated to be erased.
    JB walked on hovering steps up to the second floor. As soon as he took his foot off the top one, the stairs shifted toward the wall to position themselves one over another so that the path was closed. There were a few bedrooms on the second floor, just what the big guy needed. A quick nap before the primary part of the mission waited for him.
     
    Several hours passed. Jerry had fallen asleep on the first touch to the pillow. Suddenly, his shallow dreams were interrupted by an anxious feeling of needing to wake up. Before even having a chance to open his eyes he jumped off the bed. His consciousness was still between dream and reality, but instinct had already captured the irritant, those were voices coming from the lower floor.
    It was almost noon, the nap took too long. JB took his Desert Eagle from the nightstand, which he had put there earlier and walked to the door. Being perfectly silent, he stole up to the stairs to take a look at people in the living room. Three men were there: Chris, Tyris and Markus. It was the right time for those two to show up.
    JB hid the gun and switched on the hover stairs to move out. Just as other guys noticed their boss the talking stopped and they all turned to him.
    “Yo! What’s the sitch?” JB looked at Tyris.
    “We’ve gathered all product and guns. Excluding the ones that men have on them, of course. Everything in the van,” Tyris nodded at the window.
    “What about our credits?” JB turned to Markus.
    “Yo! Mikey is on it. The cash has gotta be here by evening,” Markus didn’t look sure, he rushed his look between JB and Tyris.
    “Good. Gather the crew at six p.m., here. Right there,” nodding down, JB emphasized his words, pointing at the dungeon.
    “Consider it done. Anything else?”
    “You stay put,” JB checked the time, it was eleven oh two. “Call up two more guys, we’re gonna have some business by twelve.”
    “What’s up?” Markus