Magic World (working title): Chapter 9 part 15

Henry reached back into the saddlebag of his Harley, and pulled out a heavy duty radio about the size of a small regular cell phone. It was attached to a headset with an ear bud that looped over the back of the ear, and a round black pad that fitted to a choker-style collar, which Bernard recognized as a throat mic.

"Now that's some very serious hardware," he said.

Henry nodded , holding it out to him, and as Bernard took it he said, "A lot of our newer brothers are veterans of Iraq, Iran, or Afghanistan. They occasionally bring back some toys and goodies we can use, in our eternal fight against the forces of 'Law'" he said, air quoting hugely, "and the enemies of Freedom."

He kick started the motorcycle. "C'mon," he said. "I'll give you a ride back over to your car."

Bernard started. "I, uh..." he hesitated. "I'm um..."

The truth was that Bernard, who could drive anything with four wheels and get it to dance, was not at all at home on a motorcycle. Something about leaning into turns just made him a little queasy. He preferred his vehicles to stay upright.

"I can walk back, if that's okay. I'll just cut back the way we came-"

"Through the house?" Henry's eyes narrowed. "With My Wife?" He somehow managed to emphasize each word.

Bernard blinked and swallowed, then nodding, reluctantly got on the back of the bike. He was very grateful about 60 seconds later when they arrived back in front of the shop, and he got off a little dizzily, and got in his Mustang.

Henry pulled up beside him and motioned to the radio, holding up first four, then one, then four fingers. Bernard nodded, and Henry acknowledged, then drove off. Bernard started the car and followed, then set the radio to frequency 414.

"I'm here," he said.

"Good. I got Jackie on the radio right now. Jackie, tell Mr Orco Bernard, and me what's going on."

A deep male voice, clear and calm, with what Bernard recognized as military radio discipline and careful diction spoke. "No problem boss. Okay, we've got a pair of Goat's Head MC members inside Club Koyote right now. Our van is in the parking lot and it looks like they have at least two guys inside counting. I'm circling back right now before they see me. I can meet you at the Marathon station on the corner of US 40 and Sumner."

Bernard was already putting that into the GPS on his phone when Henry said, "Okay Jackie, we'll be there in about 15 minutes, how many broth-"

Bernard cut in. "If you follow me I can get you there in ten."

There was a stunned silence on the radio for a moment, and out in front of him Henry glanced over his shoulder. "Okay orco, you're in the lead. Impress me," he said semi sarcastically.

Bernard smirked as Henry pulled his bike over slightly to let him by, and continued to talk logistics with Jackie.

One of the best kept secrets of the cop world was the existance of the patrol car GPS map. No cop in existance would EVER admit to it's existance...

...Unless you had something on them. And Bernard had something on a cop in Baltimore, about a thirteen year old prostitute. It wasn't really as bad as it sounded, but embarassing enough to get the "CopMap" app and a log in that looked like a police dispatch. The app was totally the secret to better police deployment in cities all over the country, and even small town police departments had it now.

Including THPD. He could see six patrol cars, none of which were anywhere near their current route. He sped up to about 80 mph, with a bemused biker following behind.