Page 43 of Patchover Fright Night
Jesus fuck. The place looked like it’d had a tornado ripping through it, and there were multiple bikers sitting around looking dazed, many with their hands ziptied in front of them. Several guys in black, armed with fucking handguns and rifles, were patrolling the place, and the sound of sirens filled the air, as I turned a horrified glare in Ryder’s direction.
“You called the fucking cops? Are you stupid? We’ll all end up banged up. We can’t hide anything right now!”
Ryder flipped me off, and started limping away from me, yelling stuff to the guys with guns, but he turned back as he left.
“I didn’t call anyone, but guess what, with multiple gunshots, and fucking smoke from the fire, which would have been visible for miles, not to mention an incoming helicopter? I’m guessing someone called them on us. Get your game face on, Pres. We need to do damage control.”
The guys with guns started removing zipties from the subdued men, and tidying up started happening around us, but nobody really seemed to be with it, and that building Ryder mentioned? Yeah, the smoke billowing from that, even though it seemed to be no longer burning, would have been exactly the kind of fucking smoke signal calling the cops to our location.
“Who’s behind it?”
I was following Ryder, because half the story wasn’t exactly helpful right now, especially if we were about to face off with cops.
“Former Rogues, Pres. They’re dealt with.” That was Micro, who was sitting on a upturned crate, while someone patched up what looked like a bullet wound in his shoulder, just below his collarbone.
“You good? Your old lady?” Micro nodded, pointing to a mass of old ladies huddled around the firepit, sipping from steaming mugs.
“Uh… I got a lot of gaps in my memory right now,” I admitted, trying to find some order in the chaos around me, even as blue lights started to light up the darkness outside the compound.
“It’s alright, we’ve got it under control. We can debrief when you’re ready, Reacher. You want me to deal with the pigs?”
Grease suddenly appeared, sporting a bandaged head, and a savage grin.
“I’ve got this, Pres… uh… Pressess… Jesus, yeah, just leave it with me.”
Micro cursed, and glared at the guy patching him up, who I definitely didn’t recognise.
“You wanna move faster? He’s about to go get himself arrested again.”
Tesio / Grease
If you wanted toask me what my favourite part of this night was, I could cover that in four words, real easy for you. PC-Pain-In-My-Ass. Wait... that’s five. Never mind. Head injuries weren’t conducive to the whole mathing thing.
I already knew it’d be her, because who else would tear ass into the fucking compound in the dead of night, right? As luck would have it, as it always happened when she showed up, the fucking gates were wide open, this time because Rossi’s men had just legged it, to avoid being seen by her and whoever she’d brought with her.
There were two cars this time, so that meant more fucking eyes we didn’t need on us.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t my favourite cop, how’s it hanging, PC Pain?”
She stormed right up to me, her glare faltering as she took in the bandage on my head, before she pasted her usual feisty face back on.
“Looks to me like someone’s already in pain.”
“Wanna make it worse? I’ll let you spank me.” I heard someone sniggering, but her glare just intensified, and fuck me, it never stopped being hot.
“I’m serious,” I said, leaning closer, grinning when she didn’t back up. Of course she didn’t. She couldn’t give up power to me, could she?
“I’m sure you think you’d like that, Grease, but I doubt you could handle me that way.”
She moved past me, to cast her eyes over the assorted bikers milling around, and picking up the mess around them.
“Looks like you’ve had one hell of a party here. Any illegal drugs being partaken of?”
Ha. If she only knew.
“We don’t do anything illegal here, officer. We’re just motorcycle enthusiasts, celebrating motorcycle type stuff. You did see all our rides over there, right? This is what we do. We ride, we drink, and then we go to bed, like good little boys, and sleep it off.”
Someone suddenly started chucking their guts up somewhere near us, and I grimaced, because my stomach clenched at the sound. If this night could stop sucking right about now, that’d be great.
