Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 5

Pixie stood in between Tig and Juice, the three of them dressed in all black as they watched the doberman guard dog eat the steak Juice had laced with drugs, waiting for it to go to sleep, much like the cops, Pixie thought to herself.

"Did you dose it?" Tig asked, as a couple of minutes passed of the dog happily enjoying it's late night snack with no ill effect.

"Triple dose." Juice confirmed.

Tig nodded satisfied. "Patch over bash, man." He said wistfully. "Makes Mardi Gras look like a sweet sixteen party, and with Jury's stable, shit. Nothing but young, tight, perfect-" Pixie cleared her throat awkwardly, Tig looked at her like he'd almost forgotten she was there. "Sorry doll, old habits."

Juice watched as the dog scooped up the remaining pieces of meat and padded off to the far side of the truck lock up. "Well, looks like Fido's having his own party." He commented. He picked up the bolt cutters that he'd brought and cut open the chain securing the gate closed. Tig opened it up and Juice passed Pixie the cutters.

"Stay put, we'll drive it out, load the bikes and head back to TM. Watch out for any trouble." Juice instructed before closing the gate again to keep Pixie safe on the other side. "Which one?"

"Unser said take the cargo truck, keys should be in it." Tig commented, pointing it out to Juice.

"Uh, guys." Pixie called as she spotted the dog emerge from the shadows, mouth foaming and looking completely feral. It emitted a loud growl and both men turned to look in horror as the dog started to run at them.

"Holy shit. Holy shit!" Juice shouted.

"RUN! Go, go, go!" Tig shouted breaking Juice out of being frozen to the spot. The two of them sprinted to the truck, Tig going to the passenger side and finding it locked, Juice scrambled up and in on the driver's side. "Open the door!" Tig yelled to Juice as he leant across and got it open. Pixie watched on in shock as the dog lunged for Tig as he made to scramble inside the cab, it sunk it's jaws into Tig's backside and wrenched Tig back out, Tig yelped and managed to kick it away, whilst Pixie yelled and hit the fencing to make a distracting noise. The dog ran back in her direction and she pulled off her belt and stuck her prosthetic leg through the gap in the gate. The dog bit down on it and she looped her belt around it's neck and pushed the remainder of the belt through through a wire link so the wire pinched the belt, securing the dog in place on a makeshift leash. She fought the dog off of her leg again and pulled it back through, listening to the muffled shouts from inside the cab of the truck. It sounded like Tig was beyond pissed and Pixie hoped Juice had enough sense to keep quiet before Tig throttled him. The truck started up and drove to the gateway for the trucks to exit out of, ramming it so the lock burst and the truck was free. Pixie picked up the bags and pulled out her first aid kit, hoping that Tig wouldn't need stitches. The dog continued barking, but calmed a little, realising it was stuck. The truck stopped on the road and the two guys got out, Tig's right hand was covered in blood and he was limping heavily.

"What in hell's bells happened there?" Pixie asked the two of them.

"Stupid fucking idiot gave the dog crank instead of sleeping pills." Tig growled.

Pixie did a double take. "Juice! Crank's a powerful stimulant that causes violent behavior. Even I know that." Pixie looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry!" Juice said panicking now he was getting it from both sides.

"Load the truck. I'll help Tig." Pixie ordered, shaking her head. She turned to Tig and suddenly felt a bubble of laughter rise up inside of her, suddenly feeling relief and also seeing the hilarity of the fact that Tig just got bit in the ass.