Stasia and the Shadow Brotherhood sat in the rented black Lexus SUVs, watching the seedy club. Outside in the darkened parking lot among the cars there were at least twenty or so Harley-Davidson motorcycles. She could see the jackets of the owners of the bikes and they all bore the same club patch, a black bar with white old English lettering which read “Cro-Mags”. The bikers were all white men, some with shaved heads and most wearing beards. She tapped her fingers against the door panel.
“It seems Sergei has hired some bodyguards,” she stated. “I doubt these guys are all here just for the show.”
Ivan grunted, “It could be for the ass they sell here.”
“I’ll call Mr. Cortez, maybe he can give me some insight to these men,” she said, digging out her cell phone. “I don’t want to walk into a hornet’s nest. If they’re protecting him, we will be in deep shit, even with our weapons.”
She went to dial the phone when it beeped loudly with an incoming call. Stasia raised a fine eyebrow and recognized the number, it was Neil Murray, the leader of ECS. She answered it, unsure of why he would be calling her now.
“Allo? This is Anastasia. I have a few moments,” she stated, looking out at the parking lot again. “What can I do for you?”