If those drugs were connected to the cult, and the Aryan Brotherhood had their hands on them, then this wasn't just a road trip anymore.
This had become an investigation.
The two confiscated trucks rolled confidently towards the compound entrance. Neither vehicle slowed down, and neither made any attempt to hide what they were doing. The guards barely gave them a second glance.
After all, they recognised the vehicles.
The first was driven by one of their members, while the other was now driven by Kaela as Mark comically tried to hide in the back. After all, it would be hard not to draw attention as a giant black man driving into the base of a racist organisation.
By the time anyone realised something was wrong, both trucks had already rolled through the gates and parked up somewhere discreet.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The sudden silence felt almost strange after the long drive.
Then the doors opened almost simultaneously, and everyone climbed out.
