The Bad boy and the Biker chick

Suspicious

CHAPTER 10: Suspicious

NOTCH'S POV;

'Why is she acting like that? Where the hell is she going?'

Let's just say, following people isn't as fun as it looks in spy movies, I mean thinking about how to stay hidden on a bloody motorcycle is hard.

You would think it be easy but, ha! You'd be an idiot for using the brain of a bubble.

I watch as Matt and Max drop her off at the stable yard, with a wave there off and bounding down the street like two bulls on steroids.

'So I've figured out where she was headed, now what's with the box and the scary look in her eyes; that pretty much screams 'look at me! I'm a hot chick that fixes bikes for a living! My uncle may also be part of the biggest gang in the world! Look, I even have a small box that looks like It's holding a bomb! How cliche am I?' My imagination is special, don't judge me!'

I watch from behind a van that had been parked on the off side of the road, I put the kickstand down on my bike and leap over the fence. I straiten up and continue to spy on the girl with the magic box; I take in my surroundings; white fences that practically blind people, trees on either side of various tracks that I see lead through forestry, multiple training wrings and horses, oh so many horses.

To be totally honest with you, I failed the mounted corse when I was training, ugh, I sucked at it; and don't get me started on the whole 'getting along with you're partner' crap. That horse was the spawn of the devil, just meaner, uglier and a whole lot bigger. It didn't like me, and I 'especially' didn't like it. It and Scar would have gotten along perfectly.

Continuing behind the trees, trying my best to hide from her unsuspecting eyes; she has no clue, and that's what is making me proud; that I still have the jazz I do from my old home. Thinking about home brings a foul taste to the mouth and sad memories that I quickly push to the side, hoping to never think of them again. With that, I become even more determined; that monster will go down, I will make sure he pays for all the lives he destroyed and all the lives he took.

She stops at a lone stall, far from all the others; as she looks around I can't help the alarm bells that scream 'suspicious!' at me. Before I enter the stall behind her, I snipe out the area; making sure that no one had seen me.

I move past the other horses and stop beside the entrance to the stall, taking out my gun in case I need to use... Force, to get the answers I'm in need of.

I take a deep breath and barge through the entrance, never have I ever seen my future life flash before my eyes that quick.

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SCAR'S POV;

He's down before I can say 'snap, bang, doodle'. I kinda feel sorry for him as I watch him wither in pain, I guess it didn't have to end this way but I can't stop what comes naturally to me.

Poor, poor Notch. I can see the fury that flashes before his eyes just before I raise my arm, pointing the weapon that I have trained with my whole life; lining it with the middle of his forehead.

"I'm sorry Notch, you just know to much" with that, I pull the trigger; blinding even myself with the flash that goes off.

"Wow, that is 'so' going on Facebook" I imply.

"I hate you" Notch insures me as he clutches his coconuts and sausage for dear life.

"Care factor zero" I say as I look at the photo I had taken of him, which, of corse; has Seth in the background with such a large horsey grin on his face, best photobomb ever. Patting him and placing a carrot between his lips, I crouch down next to Notch and pat his cheek with a saliva covered hand from Seth and his carrot.