Path of Ranger: Volume 1 Read Online Free Page B

Leave your phones,” he said on the way out.
    “What? Why? What about the connection?” Tyris asked perplexedly.
    “To ride a few miles over the city you don’t need a ‘connection’ yo!” the boss emphasized the word ‘connection’ especially. “It’s too much of a risk. No phones on the mission.”
    Tyris and Markus exchanged vague looks once more. The suspicion in their behavior was growing. JB took it almost as a personal insult to himself.
    “Yo, J!” Tyris called him up. “What about the money for the real estate and the credits?”
    “All for the men!”
    Over the years, JB proved himself as a mastermind crook who had thousands of diverse ideas that brought the gang a significant income. So whenever he suggested something extreme, or insane, or just silly, they learned to take his word for it. But this time it was a different story, he needed to throw a solid bone to the pack of wolves to get away while they tear each other apart over it.
    By that time, a gray van arrived. The car was covered in a telephone company’s ads as a camouflage. But that cover looked unrealistic enough so that anyone could see it as a ‘masked van,' that’s why gangsters thought no one would believe such obvious vehicle to be what it seemed. Besides the van, there also was JB’s Ford with the backup to come along. As for JB himself, he was going to keep some distance, following the convoy on his bike. There were enough guns and drugs in the van for several decades of prison. The big guy didn’t want be the one to arrest in the case of a bust.
    If someone is getting busted, make sure it’s the expendable ones.
    The plan looked flawless, but still, something wouldn’t let JB breathe easy. He felt like this exchange might be a significant peril to his endurance. The thought of leaving everything and running away appeared to him more and more often. He already had several bank accounts with enough money in it to disappear and live a long life somewhere on a beach. Such a sweet dream of his. But the idea of unfinished business was corroding him from inside. An ‘Achilles’ heel’ of his. Despite the gangster’s greed, adrenaline addiction affected him more strongly than all the prudence in the world. And he knew that someday one of these qualities of his was going to be the reason for his fall. But it was stronger than him. Nothing he could do about that. Perhaps he just hoped that everything would go smoothly.
            It was noon, time for business. The gang had prepared for an operation: they had loaded the product, armed up and got ready to follow the order. JB went to the truck for a short word with Tyris.
    “JB,” Tyris opened the window.
    “Make a few spins around the block, then follow them to the docks. The place is under the South Bridge.”
    “Got it. Will do.”
    The vehicles went on. JB himself walked to his bike.
    “You know, B,” Chris pronounced thoughtfully, holding a cup of hot beverage in his hand, “animals, like Tyris and Markus, are unpredictable. Let me go along for support.”
    JB thoroughly scanned that skinny black man from head to toe. Chris had more food stains on his robe and t-shirt than a two-year-old.
    “Your job is pushing the ‘buttons’ today, Chris. And put on fucking resp when leaving the house, yo!”
    “Got it, boss,” the guard responded and took a sip.
     
    JB got on the bike and looked around suspiciously as a matter of habit. While the engine was warming up, he pulled out his cellphone to make a call.
    “Yeah,” Big Dog’s voice sounded.
    “Southbridge,” JB said and disconnected right away.
    Let’s ride.
    Bridgers decided to take a shortcut to get to the rendezvous point first. He wanted to make sure that it was clear there. Although the crew of his had moved out a few minutes before, the boss had more agility with his bike. When the big cars were sluggishly crawling through main streets, JB was used to narrow paths. Disregarding all standards of safe