Karl
The next several days passed in a blur of glossy photos and manila folders as Jassy and I pored over the information Agent McKesson had dropped off for me the first night of the rally. Finally, though, we were almost there. One more night together for me and Jassy, then we were off to our meeting in the afternoon.
I was a bundle of nerves. Both about the fact that I hadn't really left the house, even to ride my bike, in a few days. And also about the meeting itself, and the fact that I was bringing Jassy along.
I slid into bed at the end of the night, nude and freshly showered, pictures of Thunder Riders flashing in my mind. Rodeo, Sidewinder, Skip, Paul, Hash. All of them just a quick cross-section of the men who might be gunning for me tomorrow if things went t**s up on arrival.
