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Pushing his glasses up his nose, Gu up?”

“Might have better luck if we’re not joined at the hip but try to reht in case shit hits the fan”

“Don’t fucking laugh, but we ht want some kinda code word You know, in case we’re near each other and you hear so that rab me and scream run Little too obvious”

With a chuckle that had a nervous quiver to it, Screw rubbed his beard again “Not used to this thing yet It’s itchy as fuck soht, that sounds all Hollywood spy thriller, but not a bad thought Any ideas?”

Well, besides a love of motorcycles and apparently each other’s dicks, what the hell did they have in common?

“Jazz?” They both said at the same time

With a snicker, Screw said, “Jazz it is”

After instructing them to make a left, the GPS announced they’d reached their destination Gu Screw’s truck through an open gate in a high chain-link fence which surrounded the property Coiled at the top, what he guessed to be razor-sharp, barbed wire ran the length of the fence Aside from that, security appeared pretty lax

No guard at the gate

Mini

Zippo as far as ca

Good for the these parties It was a fucking predator’s dream

“They got shit for security,” Screw said, craning his neck as they drove through the gate Another car followed directly behind them

“Just thinking the saht, then backed into a spot with easy access to the exit

“Looks like a saze raked over the building that had become the CDMC’s clubhouse