Recluse Protection

Chapter 1

"Rubble what the hell are you on about?" Rubbing the crust from my eyes I blink them a few times trying to stare at the red lights of the alarm clock. Sitting up the thin sheets fall to my waist, struggling to bring my thought process back to Gears as I strain to listen to Rubble.

"Shit's going down. Hellion, I need an evac and yesterday. Get your ass down to the marina now." Before he can disconnect I hear cursing from none other than Bear, what the hell is happening? Shaking my head I stand up steadying myself even as I'm reaching to pull my night shirt over my head. Grabbing a pair of skinny jeans at random I yank them up not caring about fashion. The ripped acid wash jeans stained from years of work, trying to make this place self sustaining. A black cami gets tucked in even as a belt goes around my waist.

Pulling on my boots I tighten the laces before securing them quickly. Not wanting to waste time to tie them properly I automatically pull the weapon from under my pillow. Force of habit has me chamber checking the P320-M17, making sure it's ready for action. Sliding the weapon into the small of my back after checking the safety I pull my leather jacket on heading for the front door. I don't know what kind of shit is hitting the fan that calls for an evac from me. Slamming the door behind me, I look around briefly.

The darkness of night, still envelopes the earth. The normally dark blue and purple hues being lightened by the approaching day. In a few hours the new day will no doubt have taken over the sky, erasing whatever storm went don't at the marina. The sleek black 1996 Camaro Z28 SS sits waiting to be driven like it was stolen. While this baby isn't my daily driver I do use her when in a time crunch. Starting her up I wait a few moments before peeling out of the drive, spitting gravel as we hit the main road. One hand on the wheel and the other on the shifter I maneuver the silent streets no doubt creating some kind of disturbance.

The area I live in isn't known for its safety at night, most of the men and women that travel the streets after darkness lays it's claims. Are the ones that don't do legal business; but hell everyone has to make a living. I might not approve of their decisions but then again it ain't my life that's getting effected. The closer I get to the marina the more my adrenaline pumps. Pulling into a back alley I park locking my car as I step out and pull out my weapon. Flicking off the safety I weave through the buildings.

Crouched, with my weapon drawn across my body pointed to the dirt. Listening to the sounds of the street I feel my muscles bunch in anticipation. Rats scuttle under the few street lights that still work, heading straight for the sewer. The eerie streets carry the sounds of anything and everything that has the guts to move. Silently cursing to myself as I head closer to the water, voices drift over the street. Fixing my grip on my gun as I crouch behind one of the many stacks of shit.

"Bear, don't fucking do it." Hearing Rubble's strained voice makes me peak from my cover, surveying the area. Rubble is leaning heavily against a brick wall, Bear standing in front of him with his weapon drawn. Glancing around the other side, I move closer, suddenly anxious.

"Rubble, we don't have any fucking option. Your ass is down, Gear's buried. I'm the only one operating on all cylinders." Bear ejects the mag checking the number of rounds he has left I don't doubt.

"No, Hellion is on-"

"Behind you, what the hell did y'all walk into?"Cutting off Rubble as I slide into the alley still making sure no one has their sights locked on me. Bear turns around, slamming his mag back into place and raising his weapon to level his sights on my skull.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snort with a grimace, it's not like I wanted to be here.

"Calm the fuck down Bear, I called her. We need to get out of here, you have more shit to think about than just the club." Rubble snarls waving an arm around, my eyes zero in on the blood coating his hand.