Hagen, Lynn and Glenn, Stormy - End of the Line [Lady Blue Crew 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Stormy Glenn Lynn Hagen

customary to have a blaster aimed when engaging in black market deals, so these jerks wouldn’t think anything of it if they happened to spot him.
    Crank blocked Colt’s exit with his body as the hawk shifter slid to the side of the ship and climbed on top, lying flat behind one of the deflector shields. Hell, they had a few aimed at them right now. Crank could feel it in his bones.
    Blade exited strapped with more knives than a Ginsu factory. The man was a beast when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Throw some knives in there and the enemy didn’t have a chance. He’d saved Crank’s ass more than once.
    Remy walked out last, taking up the lead and walking straight into the heart of the trap, acting casual, as though he wasn’t aware of what was going on. Crank loved that about their commander. He might feel fear, but no one looking at him would ever know.
    “Borjan, glad you could make our meeting.” Remy stuck his hand out as Crank scanned the area. They all had their personal communicators on and working. Still, there were things a good pair of eyes could spot that a communicator couldn’t.
    “The two on the roof are moving in closer,” Colt’s voice warned over the com link.
    “Why do you look so surprised, Commander? A deal is a deal.” Borjan’s smile was cold, and his eyes were empty and dark. “Now, if you’ll follow me inside, we can conduct our business.”
    Crank and Blade followed Remy inside the warehouse. Crank’s eyes immediately looked up for the four in the rafters. And there they were, sitting snuggly and out of sight, or so they thought.
    “Get out of there!” Gigi’s voice sounded panicked over the com links. “They have more moving in behind the warehouse. They’ll be there in ten minutes or less.”
    Well then, they needed to get this meeting done and over within five minutes tops. There was no way they were leaving here empty-handed. Crank was pretty sure their lady wouldn’t make it back to End of the Line in its present state.
    “Show me what you have.” Remy didn’t waste any time on pleasantries.
    Crank knew like everyone else that they had to buy and run. It couldn’t be considered rude since all of this was under that radar anyways.
    “Why the rush?” Borjan asked as he walked slowly to the back of the warehouse. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Commander. Can’t we catch up on old times?”
    “We don’t have any old times,” Remy bit out. “Let’s see what you have, or I’m walking.”
    “Very well,” Borjan sighed but still walked slower than Crank’s dead cat.
    Crank was starting to get a funny vibe, like their time was even less than Gigi predicted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew they were being watched, but this was something more.
    Blade must have read his mind because he grabbed Borjan in under a nanosecond. “He dies if any of you assholes so much as twitch a finger,” Blade snapped as he grabbed his knife and held it to the slimy fucker’s throat.
    Crank blinked then pulled his phaser. Apparently he wasn’t the only one feeling the vibe. Everything after that happened in a rush. Crank rushed past Borjan and planted a couple of the RK05s. Remy shot forward and grabbed the case they needed to repair the ship. Crank joined Blade as they backed away with Borjan shielding them. Crank tossed the credits on the floor of the warehouse. They may be engaging in black market deals, but the Elite Force weren’t pricks. They paid for whatever they needed. They weren’t a bunch of thieves.
    “You won’t get away with this.” Borjan growled at them. “There’s a huge bounty on your heads, and sooner or later you won’t be able to use force to get away. I plan on being the one to collect. Just so you know.”
    Crank watched Blade yank the son of a bitch back towards the ship. He nodded when he saw Colt slide back down and aim his blaster at the warehouse. Crank could see that everyone knew they were up shit creek, and