The Outcast MC - Reaper # 1

Chapter 5

With my trailer in tow, I head to a storage unit to securely store my motorcycle and use it as a base for my operations. I deposit the clothes belonging to my alternate identity, as well as my weapons, ensuring they are safely stored away. Changing into a different set of clothes, I don a black wig to alter my appearance. Once I'm ready, I make my way to Fort Bragg to collect the belongings I had sent there earlier. I store them in the car and then return the trailer, reclaiming my deposit. Back at the apartment, I change again, removing the wig.

Feeling the need to stock up on essentials, I locate a nearby supermarket and purchase food and coffee supplies. However, Sarah Lee catches a glimpse of my purchases and comes to check if I am settling in well. To maintain my cover as the ex-boyfriend, I attribute the unusual eating habits to him, avoiding suspicion. Capitalizing on my neighbor's concern, I feign fatigue from the road, allowing me some privacy to focus on my mission as soon as she leaves.

Taking out my computer, I subscribe to various local newspapers, blogs, and discussion forums, aiming to gather more information about The Outcast MC. I delve into news articles, community involvements, and anything related to the motorcycle club that caught my brother's interest. I meticulously take notes, jotting down names and details. So far, there's no evidence of drug dealing, but I notice that the club owns legitimate businesses such as a garage, an independent gas station, a towing company, a tattoo parlor, a laundry, and a laundromat. On the surface, everything appears legal and well-established. However, I suspect these businesses could be potential fronts for money laundering and provide opportunities for unrestricted movement. Tomorrow, I plan to explore the town and conduct some reconnaissance. Following that, I will put my cover into action by seeking employment as a waitress at the targeted restaurant.

Rising early, I bid farewell to Sarah Lee, making sure to leave the apartment clean in case she decides to drop by and assess the kind of tenant I am. As a military person, it's not difficult to maintain a pristine living space. My bed is made, the bathroom shines, the kitchen is impeccable, and the dishes are done. I strive for perfection.

I retrieve my motorcycle and park the car. I don my suit, wig, and slide on my helmet before starting my beauty. My motorcycle and I share a special connection, a love-hate relationship. From the military perspective, it's pure beauty. It feels like it was built for the army, with its fairing resembling an Apache AH-64. When I first laid eyes on it at the dealership, I was immediately captivated. It was like seeing the object of your desire at a party, everything else fading into the background. It was just me and the motorcycle. From the front, it exudes the aura of a motorcycle fit for a Batman movie. With its power, I've pushed it beyond the manufacturer's advertised top speed of 310 km/h. It tempts me to be wild, while I consider myself more like an orchid—refined, delicate, and beautiful.

I navigate through the city, scouting locations and capturing photographs of the shops and any club members I come across. I observe meticulously, analyzing everything before returning to assume my cover. However, before I head back to store my beloved motorcycle, I stop to refuel at a gas station. As I'm leaving, a group of bikers arrives, and one of them, a chubby man with a protruding belly, calls out to me with a suggestive comment, insinuating that he can offer me a "real" motorcycle.

Ignoring his remark, I confidently stride past my Ninja ZX, black as my mood.

"She's just shy," he says, turning to his friends, prompting laughter.

"I'd say she's choosing not to waste her time on a big load of shit," I retort as I start the engine.

"She's got some guts!" another biker chuckles, further provoking the overweight man.

"Hey! Weren't you taught to show some respect?"

"Start by respecting yourself, then maybe you can learn to respect women, you asshole!" I shoot back, revving the engine and swiftly taking off.