Max caught herself going a little too fast a few times and was surprised she hadn't been pulled over yet. The police seemed to like to harass cute girls on motorcycles. Never the less she was impatient and wanted to get back to Logan's as soon as possible.
She again counted down the address and to her shock found herself stopping in front of a chop shop. It wasn't hidden well but these days it didn't have to be. She pulled into the shop and put on her best attitude.
"Hey I'm here for a pick." She shouted. Several heads appeared from around cars and she heard a few whistles and catcalls.
"Yeah I was waiting for u'se," she turned to see an older man walking up to her. He was wiping his hand on an already soiled rag and she just hoping he wasn't looking to introduce himself properly.
"Where are you from? Brooklyn?"
"Yeah somein like dat. Package for Cale right."
"Right."
"Step into my office," he said gesturing to a little door. She followed him but remained in the doorway. He picked up a box off his desk and handed it to her. It was shorter than the last one but wider. "Oh yeah," he said turning back to the desk. "I almost forgot the card." He handed her yet another card that had her name on it written in Logan's handwriting. She smiled as she turned around and headed back out, giving him an absent minded thanks.
Her smile suddenly dropped as she saw one of the grease monkeys checking out her bike. He was rubbing the engine with his hand and she could just imagine all the smudges he was making. She grabbed that offending hand and twisted it behind his back. He squirmed in her gasp.
"You don't touch a girl's bike, got that?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it."
"Good," she said throwing him to the side. She kneeled down, licked her leather-clad finger and rubbed the smudge off. "Did he hurt you?" She said in a babied voice. She climbed aboard and opened the envelope. She sighed, yet another address. She put the package in her bag, which made it half full and speed off.
The elder man watched her go and said, "D*** that Cale is a lucky man." The grease monkey joined him and starred after her too."
"Yeah he probably gets to ride on that bike too." The elder man gave him a disgusted look and smack him up side the head.
"Get back to work."
Max meanwhile couldn't contain her smile. The deliveries had been leading away from the penthouse and now this one was two blocks away from it. She was sure this had to be the last one.
She again counted down the address and to her shock found herself stopping in front of a chop shop. It wasn't hidden well but these days it didn't have to be. She pulled into the shop and put on her best attitude.
"Hey I'm here for a pick." She shouted. Several heads appeared from around cars and she heard a few whistles and catcalls.
"Yeah I was waiting for u'se," she turned to see an older man walking up to her. He was wiping his hand on an already soiled rag and she just hoping he wasn't looking to introduce himself properly.
"Where are you from? Brooklyn?"
"Yeah somein like dat. Package for Cale right."
"Right."
"Step into my office," he said gesturing to a little door. She followed him but remained in the doorway. He picked up a box off his desk and handed it to her. It was shorter than the last one but wider. "Oh yeah," he said turning back to the desk. "I almost forgot the card." He handed her yet another card that had her name on it written in Logan's handwriting. She smiled as she turned around and headed back out, giving him an absent minded thanks.
Her smile suddenly dropped as she saw one of the grease monkeys checking out her bike. He was rubbing the engine with his hand and she could just imagine all the smudges he was making. She grabbed that offending hand and twisted it behind his back. He squirmed in her gasp.
"You don't touch a girl's bike, got that?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it."
"Good," she said throwing him to the side. She kneeled down, licked her leather-clad finger and rubbed the smudge off. "Did he hurt you?" She said in a babied voice. She climbed aboard and opened the envelope. She sighed, yet another address. She put the package in her bag, which made it half full and speed off.
The elder man watched her go and said, "D*** that Cale is a lucky man." The grease monkey joined him and starred after her too."
"Yeah he probably gets to ride on that bike too." The elder man gave him a disgusted look and smack him up side the head.
"Get back to work."
Max meanwhile couldn't contain her smile. The deliveries had been leading away from the penthouse and now this one was two blocks away from it. She was sure this had to be the last one.