Page 85 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Of course. Along with extra ammo and magazines.”

The Desert Eagle was no fucking joke. It wouldn’t turn the recipient of a fifty caliber round into Swiss cheese, but more like shredded cheese.

“Perfect,” Vi whispered as she picked a spot on the side of the metal building to aim for. Too bad it didn’t have any large garage doors since those were weak spots and the Terradyne would cut through them like butter. “Grab it.”

Two seconds later, Indie announced, “Got it. Safety’s off. What now?”

“Now we make a hole.”

“A hole?”

“Brace for impact,” Vi warned her sister.

When Vi pointed the Terradyne Gurkha at the closest exterior wall, Indie slapped a hand onto the roof of the vehicle and held on. If they thought running over the guard was a hell of a speed bump, this next move would be way worse.

But they could never do what she was about to do in a regular cage. It would be suicide.

“Get ready to blast any rats trying to scatter,” Vi finished.

Indie hooted loudly. “Let’s go, bitch! Let’s show them who they fucked with!”

Damn right.

Vi held up her fist and with her eyes still focused on the building’s perimeter, her sister bumped it with her own.

“Woman power,” Vi mumbled.

“Sister power. Hell, biker bitch power!” Indie yelled like a war cry.

That, too.

As the Terradyne breached the outer wall, the sound of metal and wood debris exploding around them had to have caught the attention of anyone inside.

It was certainly not a stealth operation.

Vi was impressed how easily it blew right through the exterior. The building might as well have been made from matchsticks and aluminum foil.

Indie rolled down the passenger window only far enough to pick off a man who dove to the side to avoid being plowed over.

Because she was watching where to go next, all Vi saw out of the corner of her eye were men moving fast. Over the roar of the diesel engine, she could also hear them shouting orders and warnings, whether to get out of the way, to get help, or to get more firepower.

She could also see a couple men diving for cover. She picked one in her line of sight and drove straight for him.

Indie shouted, “I got him!”

Vi flinched as Indie got another shot off. Shooting such a large caliber weapon in an enclosed space wasn’t smart and would probably damage their hearing.

But at least it was getting the job done.

Three down; unknown number left to go.

She doubted there were many more. Unless this location was being used for more than just housing one prisoner.

She hoped not.

Her sister asked, “Do you plan on taking them all out? What if we need to extract information from them?”

“Fuck them.”