Hatch
I pulled my truck up to the compound about twenty minutes later. I was glad there wasn’t traffic from Vancouver into Cully, but I was still the last one to arrive, which surprised me a little. Several of us lived on the same street… our own commune, so to speak… so how the hell they got there before me was a mystery. Walking into the compound, I was met with my brothers flooding toward me.
“You’re the last one,” Booker said. “Let’s roll.”
I turned around and followed them outside again, Hawk and Ace climbin’ into the cab of my truck, while the rest scattered. “Where are we goin’?” I asked.
“Beaverton,” Hawk said.
“s**t, it’s that close?”
“Yeah, man.”
I followed Booker, who was on his bike, and the rest of the crew and we headed for the area that the iPad had pinged from. It
