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GHOST
I took off like a bat out of fucking hell. Anything to get away from the memories that clogged my mind like a bad artery. No one was going to scream for help and not get it. Not on my watch.
Not ever again.
However, I wasn’t the first one out to the screaming voice.
“HEEEEEEELP!”
Cap jumped out a fucking window in the living room and took off. Brutus wasn’t too far behind me. Wrecker looked like he stumbled out of a fucking rave, his hand shoved down his pants. His hair jutted out every which way.
I didn’t know what the fuck that was about.
“Ranger! Do you have her!?” Cap called out.
My eyes tracked the world in front of me. Doc raced out of his place and into my vision from the left, carrying his doctor’s bag in tow. I watched him drop to his knees while Ranger scooped someone into his arms, and it tugged me over toward them.
“Is she breathing?” I asked.
“Of course she’s fucking breathing. Can’t you see her?!” Ranger snapped.
I furrowed my brow as I looked down at him. I’d never heard him like that before. “Just need confirmation.”
“You can get confirmation with your fucking eyes, Ghost!”
“Can you get her to look at me?” Doc asked. “She’s bleeding, and I?—”
“They’re going to kill me,” the woman choked out, sobbing against Ranger’s chest.
She was alive. She was talking. She was breathing. Which meant we had bigger fish to fry.
I mindlessly patted Ranger’s shoulder as I stepped away from the cacophony.
Second issue.
Where the hell did this woman come from?
“There,” Cap said as he came over to my side, “do you see it?”
Oh, I fucking saw it all right.
A plume of dust.
“Got it,” I said as I sprinted toward my bike.
“Take a goddamn buddy with you, Ghost!” Cap bellowed.
I didn’t have time to snag someone. I threw my leg over my bike and didn’t even bother with my helmet as I kept my eyes locked with that dust cloud traveling away from us. It didn’t take a genius to know there was a vehicle out here.
Someone chased her to us.
The rumble of my engine vibrated between my legs before I took off. With one hand on the bars, commanding my bike, I used my teeth to pull my leather glove off my fucking hand. I shoved it into my pocket, pulling out my cell phone, and managed to navigate to the camera.
Time to get some footage for Ranger.
“Come oooon,” I growled.
