Chris Calderon and himself. On rare occasions like today Williams would throw Duck in the mix. Despite not being a mod or a salaried field officer even, Williams trusted the ex-yakuza to handle himself.

The three-man strike team waited for the go ahead in a lot adjacent the abandoned paper mill, Separating them from the complex was an auto salvage that had been quietly evacuated some hours ago. From their vantage point they could see groups of bikers coming and going from the complex in small groups.

The mill was condemned, or whatever was one step past condemnation. Originally three stories, three quarters of the third floor had collapsed onto the second. The smokestack, which must have stood two hundred or more feet lay broken next to the building in severed concrete rings like calamari. The outer walls,...

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