“Bitch fell on the knife, but she got me,” Hercules said as Doc appeared carrying a medical bag.
He checked Hercules quickly. “The clinic now, and don’t argue. I won’t be able to see properly in there until the smoke clears. Is anyone else injured?”
“Where’s this blood from?” Tracker asked, looking at his hand. Everyone turned to him and then to me.
“Fuck, Amy’s been cut!” Vortex growled out. Seconds later, I was in his arms, being carried towards the clinic. The last sight I had of the clubhouse was the doors open and a smashed window with smoke rolling out.
Vortex
“Do we know who she was?” I demanded. It was four in the morning, and I was wide awake.
“No. Annoyingly, she fell on the knife, and it’s unlikely she’s going to survive. Drew is tracing her prints,” Bow said.
In his hands was a pair of thermal imaging goggles the bitch had been wearing. “Those are high tech, you can’t just buy them from a street corner,” I stated. “She came prepared.”
“Amy?” Bow asked.
“Doc’s stitching her up. She’s received a long gash; it’s going to leave a scar. Damn, she’s brave. Amy was joking about claiming she got it leaping through the window of a burning building.”
“She’s one of a kind; you were lucky seeing her first,” Bow said and then winced.
“Yeah, might wanna rethink that considering how we met.”
“Sorry, bro.”
“How you settling back in, Bow?” I asked.
“Doesn’t seem any time has passed. Not sure I wanted enforcer, but it looks like I got it,” he griped.
“Didn’t want deputy either,” I pointed out.
“I like the law and the job. That wasn’t an issue for me. Just shit happened.” Bow’s gaze grew distant. I guessed he was remembering.
“New start, Bow, make the most of it.”
Bow nodded as Doc opened the door.
“Hercules is resting and staying in. I want to watch him. He was actually stabbed. Amy can go; she’s had stitches and needs to keep the area clean. We don’t know what was on the knife. Drew reported that the blade was filthy, and a substance was smeared on it. I’m running antibiotics for both of them for now as a precaution. If Amy develops a fever or begins to act delirious, bring her straight back. Here’s a pamphlet telling you the signs to look out for.” Doc handed it to me.
“I’ll go see what’s happening, if everyone’s okay,” Bow stated, and I nodded as Amy came out. Her robe was covered in blood, and the sight made me itch. I needed to get her out of that and into clean clothes.
“Come on, honey,” I said as Amy shuffled towards me. There was shock in her eyes, and I couldn’t blame her. She’d just been viciously assaulted.
“Do we know who she is?” Amy asked.
I shook my head. “No, Drew was running a trace. She was taken to the hospital, and locals were going to meet her there. Sabre went with her as a guard,” I said.
Tonight had proved something. We needed more than one deputy, or at least several of the brothers deputised to stand in. With Drew caught up preserving the crime scene and Bow being with the victims, law enforcement hadn’t watched the bitch.
Amy stumbled, and I realised how tired she was. I swept her up and carried her back to the clubhouse. There was still lingering smoke, but it had mainly cleared. All windows and doors had been opened.
“Any idea what happened?” I asked Inglorious, who was waiting outside.
“She launched several smoke bombs. Bitch lobbed them through the doors, which had been closed but not locked. Nobody’s fault, just an oversight. How’s Amy?”
“Shocked and tired,” I replied. Amy’s eyes fluttered open from where her head rested on my shoulder and offered a weak smile.
“Go look after her. I’ll deal with this crap,” Inglorious said.
