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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 181 Alert
If Scarlett had seen the five guys coming towards her in a dark parking lot, she would have been terrified that something very bad was going to happen to her.
She recognized two of the men from the street fair she attended with Jax. She remembered the one with the Mohawk and tattoos was Juice and the other more boyish looking guy with dark blonde hair was named Half-Sack.
"Brother, where are your animals?" a man said to Jax with a thick Scots accent.
The man was average height, dark greasy hair with scars running from the corners to mid way up each cheek. He must have made someone hate him, Scarlett thought.
"Scarlett, this is Chibs," Jax said.
"I'm Tig," a man said.
The man was average height in his late forties or early fifties. He had reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes.
"I'm Bobby," the last man said.
He was heavy set with a bushy beard and coarse wavy hair that almost reached his shoulders. Of all the men, Bobby seemed the least dangerous.
"Every year, we go to the shooting gallery and win a bunch of stuffed animals," Jax explained to Scarlett.
"I didn't think you were the stuffed animal type," Scarlett said to Jax.
The guys laughed.
"We don't keep the stuffed animals," Jax said. "We give them to Gemma. She donates them to the fund raiser she has every year to benefit the local schools."
"Are you coming with us to win some animals?" Chibs asked.
"Sure," Jax said.
As they walked over to the area set aside for all the different carnival games, they passed a dunk tank. A man in a clown costume was sitting in the tank taunting passers-by.
"Look at all the big bad bikers," the clown said mockingly. "I bet they all throw like girls."
"Prospect, if you want to get patched in, you need to splash the clown," Chibs said.
Half-Sack bought three baseballs to throw at the small white target that would trigger the bench to drop sending the clown into the water.
Half-Sack failed each time. He got three more balls. On his last throw, he clipped the target.
"Splash the clown or you will never get patched in," Chibs repeated his earlier order.
Three balls later and the clown was still high and dry in the dunk tank booth.
"OK," Half-Sack said. "You said I only had to splash the clown."
"Right."
Half-Sack walked over to the white round disk target and pushed it, sending the clown into the water.
"I splashed the clown," he said.
"You just might get patched in," Chibs said.
Scarlett realized that the dunk tank was a test to see if Half-Sack would give up or find another way to splash the clown.
Next they set off for the shooting gallery. Jax explained there was a trick to winning at the shooting gallery; use the same gun that the man running the booth used. The other guns' sights were off making it nearly impossible to win.
Twenty minutes later, they had won six animals an elephant, a giraffe, a purple bear, a green frog, a panda bear and a pink poodle.
They had taken pity on Half-Sack. Normally they would make him carry the animals around during the carnival, but since he had splashed the clown, they let him off easy. He just needed to find Gemma or Clay so he could get the car key and put the animals inside.
When he returned, the guys had decided to go on the roller coaster ride.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jax asked Scarlett.
"No, I'll just wander around on my own for a few minutes."
Normally Scarlett would have gone on the roller coaster despite her fear of them. She was always trying to face her fears. In her present condition, she was afraid all the jerking and dips on the ride would make her physical condition worse.
As Scarlett walked around the carnival, she noticed a clown with a little girl. He was walking her in the direction of the woods. The girl looked up and saw her. It was Tristan.