On Tim’s motorcycle they rode to a garage somewhere in the outskirts of town. They were so far from the center that the roads now had numbers instead of names. Jaguar wondered where they were going and why they only had a sport bag of stuff with them, aside from the ammunition vests they wore beneath their dirt bike jacket. The mighty engine roared as Tim hit the gas and it made Jaguar hold on to him a bit tighter.
“Buckle up, bitch!” Tim screamed as he immediately started coughing. “Fucking bugs!” he cursed on top of his lungs after he cleared his throat. Jaguar couldn’t help but to laugh at Tim’s enthusiasm. This time it was his turn to put some holes in a motherfucker. Suddenly Tim changed his pace and tried to keep the noise to a minimum. Jaguar knew that they would reach their destination anytime soon.
Finally, as Tim rode through different little streets they ended up in front of a forsaken looking garage. It was like it once burned down and someone attempted to rebuild it, only to stop halfway through. The danger of that place awakened a silent fire inside of her, soon strong enough to burn the entire city if she wished. It wasn’t until Tim tapped her shoulder and gestured that they should walk around the block that she stood there daydreaming again.
“The kill is mine” Tim hissed at her in Russian.
“Not if I’m faster” Jaguar replied in German. “Really now, you act all cool because Emre taught you one sentence in that language?” she asked in English.
“For all you know he made you say that you eat dog shit for breakfast.”
“How are you so sure that they didn’t taught you the same thing?” Tim asked as he kept looking around, wondering if someone saw them walking down the street.
It wasn’t like they looked weird, but Tim didn’t want anyone to notice them. Right now they just looked like two fat people coming home from the gym with their motorcycle, a purple Indian.
As they reached the old Garage’s back doors, Tim took out a key and took off the padlock on the gate and opened it.
“Thank Momma” Tim muttered as he kissed the key and took over the motorcycle again. As Jaguar unzipped the gym bag, her partner in crime gestured that she should stop doing that.
“It’s not here” Tim whispered as he looked for the other key. With it he opened the garage door Jaguar helped him pull the door up. Mechanisms like this reminded her of the base she lived on for so long. Her head was cloudy tonight, but she didn’t really care. As they walked inside she realized that it was a lot bigger on the inside than she expected. The place looked like it had been abandoned for at least two years, judging from the graffiti on the walls. There was nothing of value inside this place and Jaguar wondered if someone hadn’t already found the truck.
“Are we safe in here?” Jaguar whispered, fully aware of how this empty space would amplify her voice.
Tim nodded and gestured that she should follow him.
“This is where the magic happens” Tim said as he took off his helmet and held it in his left hand as he spread his arms to make jaguar aware of the void around them. What used to be his bright red Mohawk now fell over the left side of his head, sticking to it because of all the sweat.
From the shadows they heard footsteps slowly approaching them. The reverberations made it hard for jaguar to find out where they were coming from, and she couldn’t really count on her partner since he was deaf in one ear. Just to make sure Jaguar got her hand gun from her belt, took off the safety and aimed it in front of her. Tim saw what she did and placed his back against hers, covering her for whatever was going to attack them.
