The way things usually work is, I take the package where it needs to go. Don't leave me many choices to make other than how to get it there... gives me a half-step back from makin' the hard choices that you never want to make in this place.
I liste…
Somehow in the course of the last couple weeks I've become part of 'we.' For better or worse that's the way it is now. I've already gotta watch my back on the streets in more'n one town... and puttin' this man in my passenger seat makes me even more…
Shiite... didn't wanna paste the fugger. I cringe and grip the wheel.
No fuggin' way I'm stickin' around when there's open road ahead. I pour on the gas and book it to the Junkyard.
Ok, had enough of this shiite.
I slow slightly and creep towards the left side of the road, hoping to draw them over, slow a touch more, then speed up a bit... if I play this right I'll have a couple of them on my right side...
Than jam the brakes …
I punch the radio on and DJ Gnarly's broadcast continues to fill the cabin, was hoping he'd have some music on but the fugger can't stop talkin' today.
I suppress a little smile and mutter at the bikes blocking our path, "that's how it's gonna be, …
Gigg sure talks a lot. I smirk slightly as I accelerate towards the pack. I snap back, more from the fact that I'm concentrating on the line I need to take to weave through the bikes more than anything, "I'll get'cha where you need to be, 'right? Bu…
My car doesn't have weapons... not any more. And I've made a point of not engaging unless attacked, or defending someone. He calls it a tank... he's not entirely wrong. They'd be hard pressed to hurt us as long as I keep the environment sealed... an…
"Hey there, Graves, drive carefully," you know what, I got nothin' against these folks, in general. It's just the shiite they gotta do in the name of their boss. Nothin' personal.
I catch Motley's eye and once Graves is past I gesture with a thumb …
Damn it. This ain't happening. We're sittin' in a crowd here, innocent people, there's fuggin' kids playin in the gutters.
I down my side window and climb out to sit on the sill.
I whistle, loud, to get Motley's fuggin' attention, "hey! We take th…
I see the crowd start to part and let the fat man's bikes through, nobody's happy about it but depot's got depot law.
Not going to let the opening close though, I'm ready to follow the fuggers out, but after QR's comment, I think it's gonna turn b…
I grip the wheel in one hand, the other. FInally had a couple hours to myself to clean up and feel a little more human (sometimes the gate being closed is a blessing) but now we're sittin' here on the edge of things and I want to move.
Gigg snaps m…
It wasn't spoken but it's not quite true... "long as you need me" not quite. Long as you ain't making things worse.
So I nod and breath a silent sigh of relief when his first suggestion is goin' to get some folks outta harms way. I can get behind t…
It's not like it doesn't affect me... I feel that pit in my stomach as I see for the first time, up close, what's happened to this man. But I don't let it show, not so much, and I still see the man... I'm guessin' a lot of people only see what they …
Yeah. I look. He's a man, a complex, tortured man, but kept hidden behind that mask all this time is a good man. I'm sure o'that.
I touch him, palm on his chest, fingers touchin' too... I don't go so far as to go pokin' around those bullet holes. D…
There he is, through the rain. Unmistakable.
He finds me there, down on one knee talkin' to a dead man that happens to be him.
At first, I just look up, eyes narrow like I'm seeing a ghost. Hell... that's what I am seein' right? My keen sense for…
I crouch down among the shell casings, drop my helmet among them and pick up the boot. Turn it in my hands.
I close my eyes and remember what I witnessed. Gigg just facing down the gunship, telling us to get out... the sound of the chainguns firin…
I walk through the rain, helmet in my hand so I can feel the rain on my head and my face. It is a rare delicious feelings, but it doesn't bring joy.
I smile softly, though, at the kids enjoying themselves. Give them a wave if any of them bother to …
I stand in the back, see Rothschild's torn up skin, Sierra turning the game in which way she wants it to go... Krin, a grown woman definitely older than me, acting for all rights like a teenager tryin' to steal a kiss in a game of spin the bottle...…
Yeah, I partied my fair share in my academy years... give or take. Been a while... and these people here... well they ain't my roomies in college or somethin' so it's got a different feel. And to be honest we did the thing a little different'n Krin …
This oughta be fun, I stand and cross my arms, head and hip tilted this way and that to get a good look. Somehow, I don't feel involved yet... like I'm watchin' and not doing.