choices made but nothing's right Who: Bishop Coldiron, Nate Quinn, Erik Roberts, and a couple of Hellhound patches and a prospect. Where: The six Los Nahuales trap houses in the North Loop. What: Bishop is given the mission to blow up the cats trap houses, he assembles a small crew of people to help him create a ruckus in the North Loop. When: 10/08/18 - Evening.
Creatures seem to scream and faint, shadows blink and the laws will break, questions we could never solve,
Six houses, that was the number of places they had to successfully blow up without blowing themselves up as well. Bishop was fairly confident in his own ability to come back to the Dog Park with all his limbs intact, he had a great deal of faith in Nate and Erik to manage coming out of this intact as well. Where is faith wavered was when it got to Zeke, who knew just enough about explosives (thanks to Bishop himself) to make him dangerous, and then Hops and the prospect -- whose name he was ninety-nine percent certain was Cheney. When it came to an explosives team, they weren’t going to be blowing up any stadiums anytime soon, but six houses seemed doable enough. In truth, he could have done it with just himself, Nate and Erik, but there was strength in numbers and the Chaplain had a gut feeling that they weren’t going to get in and out of each place unscathed. That just wasn’t how things went for them after all.
Yet, even while he thought that, his confidence rose after the first house. The charge had been set -- on a delay - and they had booked it to the next house, not a single cat had been seen and with that Bishop was starting to feel like they might get in and out of all six places without being caught. That was right up until they were rolling up to the second house. Just out front sat an old beat up truck, and where there was a car there were also probably people, ones they really didn’t care to meet.
“Fuck,” Bishop mutters, one hand coming off of the steering wheel of the pickup he was driving and scrubbing across his face. It really had been too much to hope or think they could get in and out without facing down these fucking cats. “Looks like we’ve got company.” This is said with a glance over to Nate in the passenger seat, and a look over his shoulder at Erik.
Pulling over to the side of the road four houses down from the one they’re to blow up, Bishop throws the truck into park, jumping out and trotting the short distance from his truck to the one Zeke was driving. After a quick conversation with the other Hellhounds, all in agreement that they can’t leave one use standing just because they’re uncertain of how many cats might be lounging inside of it, Bishop’s back at the truck that has Nate and Erik inside of it.
“Zeke, Hops, Cheney and I are heading inside,” Bishop begins. “I know you guys signed up to blow up houses, not have a showdown against these fuckers, so you’re welcome to sit this one out.” He didn’t expect Nate or Erik to join in on this fight. They had both agreed to this mission when it had been blowing up houses, not a possible shootout with Los Nahuales.