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you'll get bored of attacking them and move on."
                "That'll never happen," I snort.  "This is way too much fun.  I mean, heck, I'd do it for free if I needed to."
                "Well, you're welcome to pass that sentiment along to them tonight when you're out, and we'll see how it affects their future plans."
                "Right," I say, smiling, and point back to the house he has marked on the screen.  "So how does the McMansion fit into their new schemes then?"
                "Actually, I'm not completely positive," he tells me.  "I have an idea about what they're trying to do, and that's where you come in.  I'm pretty sure they're going a bit more mobile and attempting to keep their on hand stock as low as possible.  To make that happen, they are sending around trucks to pick up and deliver the drugs and cash each night to the houses that they supply.  I'm pretty sure this house is the starting point for one of the refill trucks."
                "Ok," I tell him.  "I'm following you so far.  So what do you think we should do about it?"
                "Under normal circumstances, I'd have you just follow the vehicle as it leaves and mark whatever houses it stops at so that we could come back to them later."  He looks at me, and I nod my approval of the idea.  "But tonight isn't 'normal' as you're wanting to make a quick trip and get back to Chadwick's to pay him a visit, right?"
                "Correct," I say agreeing with him.  "Tonight isn't for reconnaissance.  I just need energy so that I can be a bit better prepared for my return appointment with Mr. Sparkle-Boom!  He's my main priority right now.  Let me quickly put him away, and then we can get back to our regularly scheduled thug-busting."
                "That's what I figured, too.  So we're going with Plan B instead."
                "And that is?"  I ask, already liking the way he's starting to smile as he thinks about the plan.
                "Simple.  You just intercept the truck as it goes from house to house and decommission it.  Any way you see necessary."
                "I really like that particular plan," I say returning his smile.  "But if it's already left the house for the night, then how am I supposed to find it in the city?"
                "Easy," he says as he lets his smile consume his entire face.  "They’re paranoid and security-conscious criminal thugs.  They wanted to protect their investment, so they put a LoJack tracking system on it.  Once you're in the area I'll activate it.  You just have to follow the signal back to them."
                Chuckling, I turn and run towards the glint of metal hidden in one of the darker shadows of the warehouse.  "Perfect," I say into the microphone on my neck.  "Give me the directions once I'm out."
               
     

CHAPTER NINE
                The crushing rip of the wind tears at my clothes as the motorcycle accelerates out of the warehouse's backyard.  The black, polarized visor of the helmet blocks out nearly all the light from the passing street lamps as I zip past them, and the insulated helmet protects me from any unwanted sounds or smells.
                I lean into a turn and downshift to prevent the powerful bike from sliding out from underneath me.  Twisting hard on the handle in my right hand, I accelerate out of the corner and rocket down the next street heading away from the warehouse.
                Renny definitely earned my respect with this one , I think, as the mass of metal beneath me silently hums with the road vibrations.  An electric motorcycle.  I never would have thought of it on my own.
                When Ren first suggested I use some kind of vehicle to get from house to house at night and not burn up my energy reserves by running, I thought he was crazy.  There was no way