Nomad's Baby

Tequila Part 2

"Weekly check in." Bleed said when he picked up the phone.

Whisper hadn't reported in outside of texting since he'd arrived in Tijuana.

"Yes commander. I know my call is late."

"Having fun?"

Bleed's voice was usually flat, just like his personality. But there seemed to be a little accusation in his voice.

The call, which was annoying in its own right, should have been short and sweet.

How much had Skorpio said to the rest of them about why he left? Whisper hadn't said much, which wasn't out of the ordinary. He wasn't the type for goodbyes or people being in his business.

That's exactly why the chapter shit wasn't working out.

"El presidente told me to call and keep you up on the fact that I'm alive. So I'm following orders."

"If you say so."

Bleed was the type of man who was hard to read when it came to his sense of humor. Whisper had come to think he didn't have one. So was he just being an asshole right now?

Whisper rolled his eyes. "I'll be there for the run. And I know to meet you outside Phoenix."

"Yeah ... anything else?"

"Was there something else to address?"

"No. Guess not."

Then the call was done.

Whisper looked down at his phone, seeing Skorpio's number in his listing.

It could have just taken him a quick second to call.

Whisper rolled his eyes at the thought, he'd already done as instructed.

The phone was quickly slipped back into his pocket. It was time to hit the road. That's what he was down here for.

**

Sera winced.

The hotel walls were thin and she knew exactly what that sound was.

And it was coming from Vicky's side of the room.

There was being a third wheel and there was this. Sera had no intention of sitting in her room trying to write through the sounds of her best friend getting banged.

Since she was already dressed she grabbed her shoes and room key while tucking her ID deep into her front pocket and left.

Outside it was quiet, and not that deep into sunset.

No matter how many times she saw it, she could never not pause and enjoy the open beauty of it. The dying sun set a blaze across the horizon. The clouds were like a wave you could ride. On a deep breath she set out on a walk to sightsee and give her friend some privacy.

A few people approached her on the road trying to offer her everything from jewelry to a new handbag, but she declined both. The car lights started becoming more prominent as she made her way up the road.

Food was in the air as always, forcing her to grin. There was no way she'd get out of this country without putting on a few pounds.

She considered crossing the street but traffic was getting a little wild. The gentle music and random passersby conversation seemed to fade under a familiar noise.

On the opposite side of the street she saw Whisper on his bike, sunlight hit against the machine making it deep purple. And he was in all leather again, including the vest, looking completely at ease in the sea of cars.