Vikings of Asgard Chapter 11 The Prince

The bikers are joined in their trade mission to a Bonze Age City

The overcast skies hid the late morning sun. Bob was glad he wasn’t as hungover as Jimmy and Scar. The party after the oath-taking had separated into two groups, each getting drunk. His people plus two followed King Peter as they marched down to the Gorgon.

There, Bob got a surprise.

It wasn’t much of a shelter, close to being a lean-to, but would keep most of the rain off the four bikes parked inside it. Besides his and Jimmy’s, he saw Curly’s and Chuck’s.

He glanced at Chuck.

“Since you need Jackal to run errands for you, he and Scar nominated me. I accepted.”

Bob smiled. “If you and Jackal are game, I would like you two switching places every two weeks, each taking turns handling things for me at home.”

Jackal spoke from behind the prisoners, all of whom had been stripped as naked as the Russian. “I can live with that.”

King Peter said, “Pick a place you want to be dropped off at tomorrow. I can give you three hours to unload the Red Dragon. Then I have to be somewhere.”

Jackal said, “My brother has a tobacco barn large enough and empty this time of year outside Chicago. But three hours isn’t enough time for me and Scar to move that much gold.”

“On Tanners lane? Yes, it is big enough, and empty. A good choice. The others can help you unload, and I can bring them back.”

The fact that King Peter knew Jackal had a brother, and the brother owned a barn big enough for the Red Dragon, sent a chill down Bob’s spine.