Chapter Two
Some things never changed. Like the routineness of a big city. No matter which one he was in, they were ALL the same.
Each one had their share of the rich, the poor, and the middle class. Each also had their share of the "middle class" that were really loaded. The last group usually consisted of the crowd that owned the streets at night. All he had to do was find out where the action was.
Once he arrived at the hotel where he was staying, he sat down in a chair in his room and dialed a number on his cell.
"Yo, man, what's up?" the voice on the other end answered.
"I'm here," he responded.
"Any happenings yet?"
"Naw, not yet. Will find out tonight, though."
"Yeah, well, keep me posted."
"So, what's new there?"
"Not much. Same shit, different day. You know the routine."
"Yeah, SSDD. Aight, man, lemme know what's up."
"You do the same, bro."
"Yep." He hung up.
Their conversations were always pretty nonexistent these days. Too much could be deciphered over the phone from others, therefore they were extremely careful.
He decided to catch a few z's before going to the races tonight. He stripped down to his boxers and slept on top of the covers. It wasn't like anyone would be disturbing him anyway. No one knew he was there.
She arrived at the house approximately fifteen minutes after she'd left the diner. She would've been there sooner, 'cept she ran into traffic.
Her cousin greeted her at the door after having heard her pull up.
"So, he's here," he said as she walked in, helmet in hand.
"Yeah. It was him. Tiger 'n' everything."
"You know what this means."
"Means I can't hid anymore, Bastian. Trust me, I did my research. Somethin' tells me he's gonna cause a scene tonight."
"What, you mean like the stunt your ass pulled rollin' into town?" they both smiled.
When she'd come to town, she'd shaken it up for weeks. She'd been here almost a month when the din about her finally settled.
"Maybe not as extravagant as me, but nonetheless, yeah, something along those lines," she laughed.
"Yeah, well, we'll see, k? No harm, no foul, right?"
"Right. I'm gonna go get ready for tonight, k?" It was more a statement than a question.
"'K," Bastian replied.
She headed up the stairs and into her room. Putting her helmet on her dresser, she sat down on her bed, contemplating what this truly might mean. Everything she had known, everything she'd worked for was about to be turned upside down.
Bastian sat at the kitchen table, contemplating things himself. He hoped he'd trained her well enough. This was definitely going to test her skills far beyond anything she'd ever done before. He just hoped she was ready. For if she wasn't, it would cost her her life.