Super Wolf

Chapter 15

Remember what I said earlier about there being a miniscule, microscopic, close to none-exsistant soft spot in my heart for Brody, Clay, and Lynch? That, even though they were a cramp in my style, they didn't entirely make me want to kill myself?

Well...

Not anymore. 

I loathed those three doofuses with every fiber of my being. And let me explain why. 

I had a personal vandetta against gangs. Especially the ones who involved human traffiking. I, being self-proclaimed Super Wolf, found it to be my duty to see to the end of every gang that I could. People got their lives wrapped up in these manipulative institutions of abuse and moralessness that resulted in people's deaths; it was rare to find a gang member above the age of 40. I was the hero that dissolved the gangs, saving lives, even if it meant taking a few. 

My positions as a such was made possible by my  elusiveness, super-speed, and innocent look. But my biggest asset was that I worked alone; it was hard to dig up dirt on someone if no one else knew the dirt. I am Brinley Easton, the one-(wo)man wolfpack, and that was exactly how I liked it. 

But, mates always seem to have this savior-complex; Lynch didn't know what else to do with me, so he settled for becoming my guardian angel. Maybe the thought behind the gesture is nice, but the actual gesture? Well, it ruined my mission. 

That Tuesday, I knew one of the men I had been tracking for months, street named Piko, needed to meet with his boss. They were meeting at 6:30 a.m. in the alley next to a pizza shop and laundr-o-mat. I got to the location at 5 a.m. to observe the alley, hiding a couple of weapons behind boxes and the dumpster. At 5:30, I went over a 24 hour coffee shop with a book  and an alarm set for 6:15. I was sure the alley was just a meet-up, and the real locations of the deal was going to be somewhere more secure, so I had to be sure to follow them. At 615 I was going to go to the top of the apartment buildings above the coffee shop I was in to follow them. 

Sounds like a fool-proof plan, does it not?

Well, it was fool-proof, but not Lynch-proof. 

I was jumping from building to building, propelling myself through the air constantly,my muscles in a constant state of pushing and flying, like a well-oiled machine. Just as I landed on my next building, I somer-saulted to keep the momentum going, pushing myself back into a running state to keep up with the gang members, walking below.Sure that no one was on top of the buildings, and knowing that even should someone be up there that I was moving to fast for them to see me, I didn't really spend much time focusing on anything other than where the edges of the buildings began and ended. 

That was until I ran straight into a brick wall; the speed I hit it with caused my nose to actually break, blood instantly trickling into my mouth. Soreness took over my whole body. 

After I cursed explicatives at the demon wall, my vision cleared up (as it had been littered with large white spots preventing me from seeing clearly), allowing my to focus in on the wall in front of me, that was actually not a wall, but Lynch, who was reaching out towards me. 

"-nose, but does anything else hurt?" he was rushing out with concern, ready to steady my dizzy body which was surely swaying back and forth. But I pushed his arm away, ignoring the sparks that ignited in my hand. 

"Don't touch me." I said. My mind refocused back on the problem at hand. "I have to keep going." I went to dodge around him, but he stuck out an arm that caught my waist. I growled lowly. 

"Let go, or I'm going to lose them," I warn, ignoring the burning desire I had to rip of his arm. He pulled me back in front of him, putting his hands on my shoulders, which I tried to shake off. But my body was still healing, and the broken nose would take a few hours.