The Outcast MC - Reaper # 1

Chapter 18

Every step feels like a test of endurance as I make my way towards the bathroom. Each movement is a struggle, sitting down is an ordeal, and getting back up is a reason to berate myself for even attempting it. I question my own judgment, wondering why I put myself through this pain, ready to scold myself for such a foolish idea. Paige remains silent, avoiding eye contact whenever I try to catch her gaze.

Finally, I manage to leave her house, and a gasp escapes my lips as I realize the distance I have to cover to reach my car. Every step is taken with painstaking slowness as I navigate the path.

"You're a real pain, I swear," I mutter to myself. "Give me your keys."

"In the car, I didn't lock," I reply, my voice strained.

"Stay here. Where is your car?" Paige's tone is firm, her determination palpable.

"At the corner of the other road," I answer, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt for putting her through this.

Without saying another word, Paige briskly walks away, her gaze briefly lingering on the bloodstains on the ground, uncertain whether they belong to me or her brother. Moments later, I see my SUV approaching as she pulls up beside me and steps out, offering her support as she helps me to my feet.

As we drive, I take out my phone and make a few calls to coordinate the next steps of the operation. Paige listens silently, her focus on the road ahead.

"Yes, Agent Williams? Perfect, keep an eye on him. No questions, bring him some water and something to eat. I won't be long," I instruct, giving specific directions. Paige follows along, nodding in understanding.

"Martin? It's me. I'm going to interrogate Raymond 'Detroit' Ludlow. I had to clear things up with him. A few bruises, but he won't file a complaint. I have a few bruises too, but I won't file a complaint either. Do you have the numbers of the colleagues? Thanks, I'll let you know," I say, arranging for additional support.

"Hello, Agent Maxwell? Agent Lowry here. Meet me at the address I'm going to send you. We have someone to interrogate. I think he'll be able to give us the location of the MC's warehouse. After that, we'll head to Fort Bragg to cross-check information. I have some dates for our suspects. Indeed, I'll take it upon myself to apply the pressure. That's my job. See you later," I conclude the call, feeling a mix of determination and anticipation.

Paige remains focused on driving, her presence providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the operation.

I take the wig from Paige's hand and put it on, adjusting it to cover my blonde hair. I glance at myself in the rearview mirror and can't help but chuckle at the sight. It's a simple disguise, but it helps me maintain a low profile when needed.

As we approach the fence, Paige rolls down her window, and the armed soldier approaches. I lower my head slightly, trying to conceal my identity as much as possible.

The soldier looks at us with a questioning expression and addresses me, "Ma'am, this is a secure area. Can I see your identification?"

"It's for me," I say, taking out my official ID. Agent Lowry from CID, check my credentials and get a visitor's pass for Madam, she's coming with me.

"We don't do visitor passes, Madam, you're in a secure area," the soldier replies condescendingly.

"And yet you will let her in. Check my accreditation, it's the second time I'm asking for it, there won't be three. Your next posting will be at Camp Century, Greenland, I guarantee it, and I will sign it myself." My tone makes him hesitate for a second before he finds himself in his sentry box.