Page 22 of The Biker's Virgin
“I smell it too,” Blaine said. “We’ve got to get out of here. NOW!”
They scrambled to their feet and ran along the wall to the deck of the loading dock. The only way out was through one of the big rolling doors.
“Blaine. We could be heading straight into an ambush,” Skinny said, and grabbed a hold of Blaine’s hand before he could push the door opener.
“Skin. This is a fuckin’ meth lab. If we don’t get out of here they’re going to be sending all the little bits of you to your old lady in a paper bag.
Skinny nodded and Blaine punched the green button. They all pressed their bodies to the side of the building and peered out into the night as the door rumbled up. Nothing.
Crater jumped down from the loading dock first, followed by Skinny, who was a little less graceful - he had to roll onto his gut and slide down to the ground. They both huddled waiting for Blaine. When he didn’t follow right behind them, Crater peered up over the edge of the loading dock and saw Blaine running for the door, pushing Ed on the rolling chair. He launched Ed out on the pavement – he landed in a heap on the ground.
Skinny looked at Blaine and raised his eyebrows, but knew better than to question him. They grabbed Ed by the arms and dragged him to the ditch where they had hidden their bikes.
“Can you hold on?” Blaine asked Ed. Ed shook his head yes, and winced as he threw his leg over the bike. It killed Blaine to have a dude riding bitch, but he needed some answers.
As they rode off into the night, they felt a strange sensation, like the air had been sucked away from them in a vacuum, and then the night sky lit up in a green flash. Blaine thought it looked like ten thousand floodlights had just shorted out. They were close enough that they could hear the glass shattering and the car alarms going off. The dogs in the neighborhood were losing their minds and it wasn’t long until they heard sirens.
Blaine loved riding his bike because it gave him time to think and clear his head. Nobody knew that they were at the factory tonight, so the fire had to have been either a target on Ed or Ed’s facility. Ed was certainly looking less and less culpable as the night unfolded. Blaine felt a pang of guilt over the rough-up they gave him, but that was part of the business. He certainly was glad that he wasn’t going to have Ed’s death on his conscience, even though he was a total scumbag.
