Page 79 of Static

"Not nearly enough," Hush agreed. "It'll be dangerous for our guys and for them." He jerked his head toward the apartments.

Lock scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I know."

"We need all hands on deck, though," Idaho pointed out.

"I could keep my men here," Cypher offered.

"Yeah, but then the clubhouse will be vulnerable," I replied. "I guess we gave Fremont too much credit thinking he wouldn't go after innocent women and children."

"Which means we need to call every single family member in the area," Lock added, "and give them a head's up that they need to watch themselves."

"In the meantime," Butcher said, "what do we do about this place?"

"I have a guy," Cynic offered.

Toxic looked over at his cousin in shock and confusion. "What do you mean, you have a guy?"

"A friend," Cynic replied with a shrug. "I bet he'd be willing to help us."

"Since when do you know someone I don't know?" Toxic asked. "Since when do you have friends?"

Cynic rolled his eyes. "I have friends, too, Toxic."

"Bullshit."

"Toxic," Lock barked. "Jesus."

"Fine," Toxic muttered. "Who's your guy?"

"He's a friend," Cynic repeated, ignoring his cousin's taunting. "He's in a motorcycle club over in Phoenix. Saint's Outlaws MC?" Cynic looked around. "Heard of 'em?"

Lock and Cypher both shook their heads.

"Ah well, Kilo's a good guy. Kinda the same set up as we all have. Former military, mostly vigilante group. I bet they'd be willing to help. Kilo and I helped each other out on my last deployment."

"What do you think?" Lock asked Cypher.

Cypher shrugged. "Their president could tell us to fucking pound sand. He may not want to get dragged into this kind of war. Not for men he doesn't know."

"Ruck's cool," Cynic piped up. "I bet he wouldn't hesitate to help us out. Since we're all brothers after all."

Even though the majority of us were retired, or otherwise employed in the case of the Berserkers, we all belonged to one large brotherhood—the military.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," Lock said with a sigh.

"Want me to call?" Cynic asked, looking between the men.

Lock and Cypher shared a look, then nodded together.

Cynic pulled his cell out of his pocket and hit a number. He put the phone on speaker and we all waited as it rang.

"Hey, yo, Cynic!" a man said as he answered. "Haven't heard from you in a minute, Brother. How you doing?"

Cynic chuckled. "I'm good, Kilo. You?"

"Shit. You know how it is. Living the dream."

Cynic grinned. "Yeah, I know all about that. Listen, I'm down here in Tucson-"