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tearing out of the bar and Lucky made sure they knew it was he that did the shooting. The chase was on.
     
    Lucky led them easily down the freeway and onto the side road. Up and down the hillsides they rode. Lucky had a good lead on them, but he didn’t want to lose them either. Then he felt the whoosh of a bullet slide past his cheek. Shit! Well they hadn’t lost him that’s for sure.
     
    Up ahead he could make out the light from DD’s flashlight. He was glad they decided to shine it because the hollers were all looking the same in the dead of night. Lucky ducked down as the cord dusted past the top of his thick hair. The three Hounds rode up over the crest of the last hill before descending towards the cord stretched across the road.
     
    The first guy hit the cord and he tumbled off his ride, sending the bike on a collision course with a tree. The next one hit four seconds later, almost replicating the first one’s crash. The third saw what happened and started to duck, but he wasn’t fast enough. The cord caught him around the neck. It didn’t decapitate him, but it may as well have. He was dead before he hit the ground.
     
    It was difficult to make out much in the dark, and DD had only his flashlight to see. The lights from the motorcycles jutted a mystical swath in various directions. One headlight shot straight up and another pointed into the woods. The first motorcycle, which took a header into a tree, had busted its front light.
     
    DD and Rick approached the Hounds that were still alive and moaning on the pavement. DD took out his gun and shot the one nearest to him in the head. By this point, Lucky had turned his motorcycle around and was driving back to the carnage. He watched as DD pointed the gun at the guy lying on the road and saw the flash as the pistol discharged. Then he saw another flash, but this one came from the road. The remaining Hound had gotten to his gun and fired it, hitting DD in the eye. Rick turned and watched as DD staggered backwards. He started to pull his own gun but it was too late, the Hound had fired again, hitting Rick in the chest. By that time Lucky jumped off his bike, drawn his weapon, and unloaded it into the Hound.
     
    He stood there for several minutes, listening to the dogs barking off in the distance. He then pulled the bodies off the road as well as the bikes, and cut the cord. The sun was coming up in a few hours and the bloodbath needed removed. He couldn’t get a signal on his cell this far out, so he rode his bike to the freeway where he called Blaze. In 30 minutes, Blaze and a few other club members on bikes and a large moving truck showed up. Lucky directed them to the spot where he hid the bodies and moved the  bikes. The members wrapped the bodies and loaded them along with their bikes into the moving truck. The group then headed back to the Tavern where they parked the truck inside the warehouse. That was where Eli found them when he showed up that morning.
     
     
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    Eli looked inside the moving truck. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen, but despite his best efforts, it had. Now three of the Hell Hounds were dead and two of his own, not including Krank.
     
    “What the fuck were you thinking?” Eli shouted at Lucky.
     
    “I don’t know--me and Rick--we just thought we better follow DD’s command,” Lucky answered.
     
    “Why? Because it was such a fucking great plan?” Eli was beside himself. He’d been keeping it in, hiding all his rage and grief in a dark place and now it was flooding out with no way to contain it.
     
    He walked up to Lucky and clocked him across the jaw. Lucky went staggering back and Eli continued to pound him until Blaze pulled him off.
     
    “Get out!” Eli yelled. “You’re out as a prospect. You come around here again and I’ll kill you!”
     
    Lucky scattered out the door as Eli hit the side of the truck with his hand. He looked down at the floor and then over to the rest of his