Special Delivery

The arrangements had been made. Cullen had managed to "acquire" a black GMC Terrain with tinted windows to use for the transfer. The job assignments had been set. Cullen would drive, with Trei and Dawn serving as the guards. All that they needed now was the call from Wolf.

The call came shortly after 9am, telling them that everything was ready on his end. The trio quickly scrambled, getting into their costumes. Trei and Dawn were both outfitted in a pair of tactical vests with black cargo pants and each was given a black baseball cap with the US Marshall insignia. When he was asked how he aquired all the items, Cullen answered with a grin. In truth, it was simply just part of his training. He was an expert at becoming an expert.

With all three of them loaded up in the SUV, they made the drive out to the prison. As they drove, Cullen gave them their final instructions. "All right, Dawn, have Trei tie your hair back in a ponytail under your cap, and then Trei, you'll need to do the same. When we get there, you're gonna have to sign out the prisioner, so make sure you use the name I gave you, and sign with your opposite hand."

Cullen manuvered the SUV through the various check points until they pulled up at the prisoner loading area. He kept the brim of his hat low over his eyes, having already tucked his hair up beneath it. "You guys go in, I'll wait with the car. Soon as we're loaded, we'll head over to the drop off point."

Trei and Dawn both exited the vehicle, making their way toward the guard at the last checkpoint. So far, Cullen's disguises had been holding up beautifully, even with Dawn's injured arm. He had instructed Dawn to remove her sling until they were clear of the prison. The guard was reading a book at his post when he saw the two marshalls approaching. He dropped his feet from the console, tossing his book aside in favor of grabbing up his clipboard. Standing behind the bulletproof glass of his booth, he addressed them both. "You the marshalls here to take the biker to Vegas?"

Trei nodded his head. "Yep, that'd be us."

The guard nodded his head and slipped the clipboard through the little opening in the booth window, pressing a button on his console to buzz them inside. The prisoner was waiting for them just inside, along with four armed prison guards.

The prisoner was removed from the holding cell, as the formal transfer procedures were witnessed. Everything continued to go without a hitch, as the man was placed in the custody of Dawn and Trei. The prisoner grinned when he saw Dawn. "Nice! At least I'll get to see a nice piece of ass for the next four hours."

Trei roughly shoved the man toward the waiting SUV. "Keep your fucking mouth shut."

Dawn came around to the back passenger side of the car, climing into the seat while Trei loaded the prisoner inside. Climbing into the back seat, Trei sandwhiched the Viper President in between him and Dawn. Cullen waited for the all-clear signal, giving the guard at the gate a friendly salute as he pulled back out of the prison.

Everyone remained silent until it was clear that they had made a clean getaway. Pulling off his hat, Cullen tossed it into the passenger seat to let his hair fall free. Trei did the same thing, with a grin on his face. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you've done this before."

Cullen flexed his hands on the steering wheel with a grin. "Maybe once or twice."

The president looked between them with a mixture of confusion and hope. "What the fuck is this?"

Dawn just smiled to the man. "Wil O'Kelly sends his reguards. He apologizes he couldn't be here to meet you in person, but he assures that he'll be seeing you shortly."

"Oh fuck... Come on, maybe we can work something out! I can pay you guys double what he's offering! If you don't want money, how about drugs? I got lots of drugs!"

"You think the Irish would care if we delievred him minus his tongue?" Trei said with a glare. The viper president shook his head and began to pray, knowing that his only hope was salvation.

Cullen made good time driving to the drop off point. It was a warehouse not far from the docks. Driving the SUV into the warehouse, Cullen threw the car into park. From the warehouse's other end, a pair of headlights flashed twice. The three bikers stepped out of their SUV at the obvious signal and walked across the warehouse floor. Four figures emerged from the other car at the same time, and they all passed each other in the center, giving small, polite nods in passing. Climbing into the other car, Cullen once again slid behind the wheel. Dawn took her spot int he passenger seat, and Trei climbed into the back. Each of them took a moment to change out of their gear and into something more civil. Cullen then flashed the headlights once again, and waited for the SUV to do the same.

Flash. Flash. That was the all-clear. Cullen drove the sedan out of the warehouse and back onto the city streets. Once they were clear, he smirked. "Say goodbye to the Vipers."