Doh--I always forget to add my little author notes before I post the chapter, hehe.
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Summary: Will be provided once I figure out where I'm going to take this. :)
A young women tiptoed across the concrete floor careful and slowly around figures working on a sparking car. The noise covering her footsteps came from the drill securing the bolts on a wheel of a hot red Suzuki was louder then the gunning of an engine anyway. Hailey wasn't specifically concerned with the noise she was making, but spilling over cans of paint and oil would ruin her chances of getting away without being caught.
Her back hit the corner of a wooden worktable as she kept her front and eyes toward the form of a beat up blue Volkswagen Jetta, and legs sticking from under it.
Hailey gave a reflexive glance behind her and ghosted her left arm over the spread steel tools on the table to slip behind a towering red toolbox pushed back against the wall. Probing fingers hit metal and using her index and middle finger she hooked the ring of a single key and lifted it out easily from behind the toolbox.
Being careful not to rattle the key she quickly stuffed the key in a pocket of her heavy denim jacket and pulled the button through the hole securely.
She looked up to do a quick head count of the room. Jaygen was working with Logan on the red, Lucas was still under the body of the Volkswagen, Mr. Conan was taking his lunch out by the back—Shit!
'Where's Matt?!' thought Hailey in a panic, beginning to hyperventilate. Matthew had been wrestling with something on the duplicate wooden table at the back of the garage. She scanned the room for the yellow mop of hair but he was the missing piece of the jigsaw.
There were only two cars at work in the garage today, and four exits from the room: the front door, the open garage doors, the door leading to the office, and the doorway to the supply room.
Hailey eyed the supply room door and slid her back down the wall until she was sitting on her heels beside the end of the table. It was the most likely suspect; she watched and waited, focused on the door. This operation was delicate, it depended on patience and stealth, if she raced for the open garage doors now she would be caught and jailed immediately.
So she kept her chetah eyes on the door and huffed in irritation. A couple of seconds of finger drumming passed before a hulking figure in a mechanics' classic body suit carried a large drum slung over his shoulder and dropped it down on the table. Before he could begin to pry off the lid Hailey was up in a crouch and creeping backwards towards the front of the garage.
Black boots scuffed over asphalt as she darted around the corner to the side of the building. The side of the wall cast a shadow over the shine on a sleek red and black 2007 Honda CBR motorcycle. It stood alone and sexy like a bathing suit model posed across a promotional car, its headlight turned coyly to the side.
Hailey blew a kiss at the bike as she skirted it to head along the wall towards the back of the building.
The single pane window was open in pitiful aid to the whining metal fan installed in the high ceiling that was announcing its death keel.
Hailey reached both hands up to the sides of the window and levered her torso through the window. Halfway through she stiffened her body in a horizontal position and balanced there like a gymnast, her feet pointed out behind her. Her hair cascaded over the sides of her face in a clingy strawberry blond curtain as she gripped the frame of the window with one hand and reached out with the other.
"Mmmmm...almost" she whispered as she strained her shoulder forward to gain a scant inch or two under her fingertips. A small squeak left her lips as she started to tip forward like one of those dipping glass birds. She fruitlessly blew upwards to try and get some of the hair out of her eyes since she could not freely flick her head. Her fingers were brushing the edge of the clear visor of a plain black riding helmet.
It sat on top of part of the collage of papers and car magazines that took up most of the cubicle-like desk that made up the only workable space in her brother's working office. A few filing cabinets and a chair made up the rest of the miracle team that kept this small family run business on the edge of a growing suburban city. Pictures that had held profile shots and pictures of cars and men hung high up in a crown around the room in identical black lacquered frames.
Hailey snagged the top of the visor with her sweat sticky fingertips and slid it sideways. It came towards her like a reluctant black cat, curled up in a ball of insecurity.
Her lips parted in concentration as she maneuvered the helmet off an old edition of Hotrod, uncovering a cover of a racing car on it. It slid across with the trailing straps and fell in a messy sprawl on the floor, which Hailey ignored.
Hugging the helmet to her chest with one arm securely, she prepared to wiggle herself back out the window.
Then the door clicked open and swung inwards.
Jaygen stepped into the office for the form that held the number of the customer's car he just finished working on and froze at the sight of the blond girl filling the open window, cradling Lucas's bike helmet.
"I just have to run some errands," she told him truthfully, but it sounded lame to both of them. She stared at him pleadingly without blinking.
His dark face broke out in a smile that barely revealed white teeth as he shook his head at her. He stuck his hands inside the pockets of his dirty jeans and regarded her.
"You know he's goin' ta be pissed as hell when he gets you Hale," he told her in a serious tone.
"I know, I know," she stressed with patience, "but at least I'm using a helmet; It's not like I'm being stupid, I'm safe," Hailey shifted, growing uncomfortable with her gut compressing position.
"One: you'll never be safe enough for your brother. Two: that bike is your brother's holy grail, he's not going to let it go. I'm not going to get caught in the middle you guys right now shortie, I just need the Suzuki's number," he turned and slid open the first drawer.
"S'in the third drawer." She tossed at him as she slipped her head out from the window and dropped to the ground lightly.
"Thanks Jaygen" she called to the window. She didn't wait for an answer as she covered ground back to the bike.
She straddled the bike while slipping the helmet over her loose hair, sweeping it back behind her shoulders. She kept the visor up as she unbuttoned the pocket hiding the filched key and black keychain.
Slipping the key smoothly into the point slot while kicking the stand at the same time she revved the engine. The mechanical snarl reached across the landscape as a predators call of triumph.
Hooking the heels of her black boots—boots she specifically bought for riding this bike—over the rests and smoothly struck the match that brought the blaze to life.
She rolled past the front in a blur, nearly sideswiping her brother when he catapulted out of the garage to stop his sister as she turned on the street and headed down the road toward the city of Hoover Dam.
I wish I could have put up a good summary there, I really do. But this idea came to me as what you have seen here; there was no chapter two. So I will go think up some stuff and make this original and exciting! Cause nobody likes a generic soup story; I make my soup from scratch. Optimus will be the beef lol, Megatron the onions because he made me tear up when he kiled Jazz...
Hailey will not be a Mary-Sue. I have a vague idea of what a Mary-Sue is and will try to avoid that when you learn more about her in the third chapter...?...?!!...!!!!!!
I just came up with an idea!!!!!!!! Plays recording of halliluja chorus Wheeeeeee! There is hope! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
