Werewolf Biker

Chapter Four: Three Days

At four o'clock in the afternoon in the back room of the Snake pit, a meeting was being held, to
try and make sense out of what had happened two nights ago. A lot of speculation flew about the room,
but no one knew him, or had even seen the guy before that night. Some thought he was some kind of
special forces military type, or just a maniac nut case. One thing they did know, they had never seen
anything like it before. In the middle of their discussion, Queeny stuck her head in the door,
"You know the guy you're talking about? Well, he just walked in." Pandemonium would have
broken out, if Danny hadn't jumped up and ordered everyone to "Shut the hell up!" He gestured
commandingly at the group, and they calmed down.
"What's he doing Queeny?" Danny asked.
"Nothin," she shrugged her shoulders. "He just walked in, and ordered a beer."
"What you gonna do Danny?" Robert asked.
"I say we hit him fast and low, before he can pull that martial bullshit on us." Nick said
slamming his fist into his hand.
"Really, is that what you think, you dumb shit!" Danny looked squarely at Nick. "That guy out
there actually saved our asses! In case you've forgotten, 'Deb' Edwards pulled a knife, and would have
cut Marty's throat. Then someone would have pulled a gun, probably you Nick, and shot him. Then
we'd have Cops over here going over this place with a fine tooth comb for a month. I doubt the Angels
would like that, what do you think Nick? Since they own this joint, I doubt they would appreciate us
getting their bar shut down, especially since we have a big delivery coming up." Nick shook his head
in agreement.
Then Danny stood up, "I think the thing to do, is to go out there, and get to know the dude.
Hell, maybe he'll buy me a beer."
Danny opened the door, and looked out. The stranger was sitting at a table near the far corner
of the bar, sipping a beer. Although he looked totally oblivious to his surroundings, he actually was
acutely aware of every sight, smell, and had heard most of the conversation in the back room since he
came in. He reined in his aura as much as possible to put the man Danny at ease enough to come over
to him.
Danny walked up to his table, and in a calm voice asked, "Mind if I sit down?"
The stranger looked up and motioned for him to go ahead and take a seat. The two men looked
at each other for a couple of seconds, then Danny feeling uncomfortable, cleared his throat and said, "I
wanted to thank you for stopping what would have been a deadly situation the other night."
"Yeah well, sorry for roughing up your people."
"Well, only some of them were mine, the guy with the knife rides with the Angels, as does the
other one with him. Some are just some local bikers who come in here, the rest ride with me." He
smiled, "Because of you, this place has been dead for the last two nights."
"They'll come back." The stranger said as he took a drink of his beer. "They always do."
"You make it sound like that's just a typical Saturday night activity for you." Danny quipped
The stranger looked up at him.
"You have no idea."
Danny looked at the guy, he didn't know how to take him, but he knew one thing. This guy
scared the shit out of him, and he did not like that one bit. He was going to have to be smart if he was
going to get the upper hand on this dude. Danny leaned forward slightly, "Listen, do you mind if I
asked you a couple of questions?"
"Shoot."
"What do I call you, and who do you ride with?" Danny asked.
"Name's Weylin, Weylin Hemming. I don't ride with anybody, just got to town a week or so
ago." He finished his beer.
Danny looking over his shoulder called out. "Queeny, bring us another round." Then looking
back at Weylin, he said, "We'd be interested in getting to know you better, maybe ride with us." He
never actively recruited members, but if he could get this guy to ride with them a while, he could get to
know him better, and if it worked out he would be a valuable member of their organization. If it didn't
work out, he'd be much easier to dispose of on a bike out on a ride somewhere, where he could arrange
an "accident."
"You mean join your club?" Weylin asked.
"Well yeah, if after you hang with us a while, and you decide it's good for you, the club will
vote on it." Queeny brought the beer over, but didn't look at Weylin. He noticed her black eye, and
bruised cheek, then shrugged his shoulders.
"What the hell, I got nothin better to do." The scent of the man sitting across from him
identified him as the one who led the others in that gang rape, and murder the other day. "So," he
thought, looking over at Queeny's bruised face. "females were fair game for this guy." Weylin's blood
lust nearly got the best of him, but he was able to hide it from his prey. He could smell the others in the back room. Three nights till the full moon, he smiled.
"We'll meet here tomorrow around two o'clock. We're going to Spring Valley, near San Diego.
Conduct some business, then meet with some friends in Santee, for a get together. Head home the next
morning. Sound good?" Danny stood up, reached out to shake Weylin's hand. Weylin gave him a
solid handshake. "Till tomorrow."