Five days later
Thursday
West Ridge
We all felt pretty good about the previous weekend's events.
Tommy was now back with his family, in New York, after his terrifying ordeal. Voight and Jack Bay had seen to that. I was annoyed about even more bruises to my face; they were never going to heal at this rate! Chloe had some vivid bruises on her back, but otherwise we seemed to have survived and we felt that we had done some good at the same time. Indications were that the Russian Mafia was badly dented and had curtailed almost all of their activities in Chicago, which was a great victory!
Voight, as expected, didn't give a shit about the diplomatic passport and thanked us for the intelligence gold mine that this last building had provided. In hindsight shooting that man might not have been the best idea, but at the time I was raging and he deserved it.
The past few days had been spent getting the aches and pains out of muscles and joints and letting the bruises fade. We had all had a visit from the dreaded Dr Bennett, who passed us all fit, except for the bruises and the fact that we were all very exhausted. Chloe had been surprisingly quiet this week, but I just put that down to her getting stuck into school work and recovering from her bruises. Josh was constantly sending texts, which were starting to get on my nerves right now, as they were almost constant!
I was also very pleased that my new arrows had worked so perfectly and that Chloe had delivered them so accurately, too! I decided that I would need to get some practice in with these compound bows, myself.
..._...
I received a weird call from Voight this afternoon:
"Hey Hit Girl, you doing good?" Voight asked.
"I think so!" I growled back.
"You have a pair of heroes, who dress all in black and are about five and a half feet tall?" Voight asked. "Speak with a British accent?"
"No we don't. We all have colours on our combat suits. Plus, we are all American," I replied. Josh was technically American; well at least half! "Why?"
"We've had some reports of these two causing trouble. Just wanted to know if they had anything to do with you guys! Didn't think so, though; they aren't disciplined like your team, Hit Girl!"
I enjoyed that complement!
"Well, we'll keep an eye out for them, if you wish!" I said.
"If you could; we've had no success so far!" Voight said.
..._...
I relayed all of this to Dave, who was also a little puzzled.
"Josh?" He asked, tentatively.
"Josh is too short!" I laughed.
"True. Well, at least Voight thinks we're disciplined; obviously doesn't know us too well!"
"Hey! We are disciplined!" I growled, giving Dave a punch on the arm. "Well, I am, at least!"
"Come on, let's go for a ride; see if we can't find these guys!" Dave suggested.
Later that evening
We headed out on our BMW motorcycles, as ourselves, cruising through Chicago.
The leathers and helmets allowed us to wear concealed comms and carry a concealed weapon, which in this case was a Glock 26 for each of us. I enjoyed riding, side by side, with Dave, anonymously, through the streets, with the odd detour down an alley, looking for these mysterious British vigilantes. We enjoyed chatting to each other over the comms, too. I actually hoped Marty wasn't recording this conversation, as it got a little dirty at times!
About nine, Dave slammed on his brakes and turned into an alley, cutting his lights. I followed suit.
"What do you see?" I asked.
"Two people, dressed in black! Just ducked in behind the fourth dumpster, down on the right!" Dave replied.
"Plan?" I asked.
"Go around the far end, call me when you get there! Give you five minutes?"
"I'll be there in less than two, ass!" I replied and accelerated away.
..._...
Just under two minutes later, after a fast and fun ride around the block, I entered the far end of the alley, with my lights on full and started down the alley.
I saw movement and two black shapes ran off down the alley.
"They're coming your way!"
I saw two black shapes heading my way, and advanced towards them on foot.
They saw me and hesitated, then turned to check behind them and saw the dazzling lights of Mindy's motorcycle.
Both of the black shapes moved; one jumped and climbed up a fire escape, while the other scrambled over the dumpsters, jumping past me and out of the alley. I didn't pursue; I wasn't equipped for that.
"Well it looks like we've confirmed that these two actually exist!" I said to Mindy, as she pulled up beside me.
"True. They seem very athletic, don't they. I'm reasonably sure one of them is a girl, too!" Mindy replied.
"Brother and sister vigilantes?" I asked.
"Weird, huh?"
"About as weird as an eleven year-old vigilante!" I reminded Mindy.
"Oh yeah! I forgot about that!" Mindy laughed.
We continued our evening, driving around, but never saw the two black vigilantes again; we must have scared them off.
I had a feeling that it would only be time, before we met again.
On the way home we stopped off and grabbed a late night burger, which tasted totally crap, but food was food! It also wasn't often that Dave and I got to spend time out together, doing something that we both enjoyed and Dave used the time to wind me up, with kisses and questionable comments!
I won't say that I didn't enjoy it, but there was a time and a place for everything!
That place was the bedroom and the time was when we got home. We were then able to continue with Dave's dirty thoughts.