Double Life

America

     The sound the plane makes while flying gives me a headache, a high pitched whine of the jets that I think no body can hear but me.  My furthest from first class plane touches down in New York, and I quickly shove and push my way off, the one bag I brought with me slung over my shoulder and disposable cellphone ringing. 

"You got me a place to stay or what?"

"Grey things happened a lot easier and faster when you had money, now you're running on favors."

"Fuuuuuck..."

I say back to the idiot on the phone, trying to figure where I'll go with no money for a hotel, the plane ride cleaned me out. 

"We got your bike though, we owed you that much at least."

I smile, already walking towards the jet black beauty parked just outside of the terminal.

"Keys are?"

"Check the handicapped parking sign."

I roll my eyes as I peel the ziplock bag off the back of the metal post, one of the stupidest places to hide a key for a fifty thousand dollar motorcycle. 

"And nowhere to stay?"

I ask, strapping my bag onto the handles. 

"Well, we know you did lot's for us in your day Wolf, but the truth is the bike is all we think we owe you."

I roll my eyes, the gratitude of saving someone's life already forgotten.  My old gang were never ones for being kind, and I'm honestly shocked I got this much.

"Thanks for what you did, tell the boss we're even."

I say, hanging up and throwing the one use phone into the trash bin.  The only person I know who is still in the U.S. is Wings, Seek Evergreen as she likes to be called.  I steel myself and head west, planning on calling her at the next stop I make.

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"Grey is taking a break from the spotlight but will be back soon."

I say to our manager, forcing myself to sound certain.  We've tried to call friends, but she never said she had any.  We looked through her belonging in hopes of finding a clue as to where she went, but there were only a few old Polaroids and a lighter, spare change of clothes and the pair of wolf ears from a fan.  The Polaroid pictures Grey sitting with a stunning blond, a set of angel white wings on her back.  It must've been a Halloween party, the angel girl looking into the camera lense while Grey stares at her.  Another picture shows Grey with someone who looks like her twin, arms slung around Grey's neck as Grey tries to push her off. 

"Suho you can't let things like this happen, as the leader of this group you need to make sure that your band members are okay, on board, and aren't going to leave the country!"

Our manager shouts, slamming his hand on the table before standing, pacing the room. 

"Wait you know where Grey is?"

I say, ignoring the fact that this ruins the image of me knowing what the hell is going on.

"Well, his passport was used to book a flight to America, no return flight."