Page 5 of Babe's Bounty

“Where’s the skip?” I ask.

“I handed him off to a couple of cops.”

“Good idea,” I praise her.

“I have them, sometimes,” she says dryly, which has Ghost snickering.

Rather than reply and distract her, I just shake my head and hold my tongue. We can all hear the sounds of a busy airport coming over the line until the sounds cut off.

“Can I help you, miss?” comes a voice.

“No, I’m waiting for a friend. We got separated, and I told him I’d meet him here,” says Min.

“This is a private terminal for VIPs only,” says the voice.

“Really?” Min asks, the tone of her voice a delightful mixture of awe and excitement. “Like, what kind of VIPs? Do you get celebrities in here?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh, please, just give me one name. Come on, please?”

As the man who accosted Min berates her for wasting his time, we hear a woman confirming a flight to Chicago leaving in one hour.

“Okay, okay, sheesh, you don’t have to be such an asshole,” Min complains just before the background noises rise in level. “Okay, did you hear?”

“Chicago in one hour. Well done, Min,” Dante says. “We need to get eyes on them in Chicago.”

“Min and I could go to Chicago and track them down,” I offer.

“They aren’t skips,” Grimm reminds me.

“No, but they’re wanted men. We can still bring them in.” I assure him.

“Okay, you can go to Chicago. Min, will you go with him?” Dante asks.

“Of course. I want to see Billings in jail for what he did to my father.”

“Can we take the jet?” I ask Dante, but I’m disappointed when he shakes his head.

“Angela’s out of the country and has the jet with her,” he says. “You’ll have to fly like a regular person.”

“I have you on the next flight to Chicago. It leaves in two hours. You need to get to the airport,” Byte says, rattling off the fight information.

“I’ll meet you at the check-in counter,” Min says before signing off.

“I know you need to pack, but let’s call Chrome and have him get a few of his men at the airport,” Dante says as Grimm calls the Chicago clubhouse.

“Dante, back from your honeymoon?” Chrome asks.

“Yeah, just got back last night. Look, we have a problem that’s headed in your direction,” Dante says before filling Chrome in on the four men flying toward them.

“I’ll get eyes on them and we’ll find out where they go,” Chrome assures Dante.

“We’ll need a place to stay and transportation,” I chime in.

“We’ll get you covered. Don’t worry about anything.”

Leaving Church, I rush upstairs to throw two weeks’ worth of clothes into a duffle bag. Two pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, socks, underwear. The Kutte Bunnies in Chicago will wash my clothes if we need to stay longer. I don’t know if Min has enough clothes to last that long, but figure we’ll go shopping if she needs more than what she has with her. Heading back downstairs, I hit up Axle for a ride. I’d rather take my bike, but don’t want to leave it in the airport parking lot. I’m disappointed we couldn’t take Angela’s jet. The cargo space has plenty of room to transport our bikes when we fly. I smirk at how quickly I’ve become accustomed to the convenience of a private jet.

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