Page 62 of Property of Yak

“This explains why he had all of us ride,” Timbit adds.

“I kind of like it,” Yukon confesses.

Validation rolls through me.

It’s nice knowing they think my plan is solid. They’ve been doing the same thing for so long it’s amazing they haven’t been caught yet.

Diego, our contact, hands me a clipboard, and we start going through what should be on the shipment while the guys help load the crates.

Missiles. Grenades and grenade launchers. Fully automatic machine guns. Pistols, both semi and fully automatic. Enough ammunition to sink a battleship.

“Thank you for doing business with us,” Diego says when the men finish loading.

“Thank you for indulging us,” I say, shaking his hand.

“Of course. I hope to do business with you again and see what you come up with next time.”

“I’ll make sure it’s good.” I wink, making him laugh.

The guys and I stay still until the men clear out.

“What’s going on, Yak? That wasn’t our usual contact,” Yukon asks.

“And how the hell are we supposed to get this back?” Wolverine adds.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to face them and lay it out.

“I asked for a different contact. I wanted to test the waters and to see what would happen if all the players were different,” I admit.

I watch as understanding fills everyone’s eyes.

“This was a test,” Mowtown mutters.

I nod. “It was.”

“I’ve never been on a ride as smooth as this one,” Timbit mutters.

“Strange, isn’t it?” I smirk.

“Okay, so you switched up the players. What now? How do we get this all back? We don’t have a transport vehicle,” Wolverine says.

I raise a brow and turn toward the truck.

“Wait, don’t you need a special license for one of these?” Timbit asks.

“I have one,” I tell them.

“So how are we getting your bike home?” Wolverine asks.

“All of our bikes are going in the back of the trailer, and we are all riding together,” I tell them.

They eye the cab. “You expect to fit four fully grown men in the cab of a semitruck?” Yukon asks.

“It’s got two seats and then a bed area. We will fit. Trust me.”

“This is fucking nuts,” Timbit mutters, wiping a hand over his mouth.

“Are you guys in?” I challenge.