4: Brice
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4: Brice
Brice
Brice kicked the trike into action as soon as he saw Deva burst through the door, was level with the gate by the time she had scaled it. As she dropped he held out a hand, pulled her behind him.
The ground sparked by his boot—a lucky shot from one of the three enforcers. They raced to the gate, which started to open.
“Hang on,” he said, and throttled away in a wide arc.
“Where d’ya get the trike?” she yelled into his ear.
“Borrowed it.”
He’d even left a couple of bottles by the guy asleep beside it. Wasn’t like he was in a fit state to ride anyway, not with the alcohol fumes that hung in the air.
The rev counter spun, and the engine purred. The owner might not have cared for himself, but he cared for this beauty.
“We need to get Piran,” Deva said, her breath warm in his ear. Her arms circled his waist and squeezed. One of her hands was sticky with blood.
“Sure?”
“Don’t be like that.”
Brice jerked the yoke round. In the left mirror he saw the enforcers run to their vehicle storage. He’d popped in earlier, knew it would take them a while to sort things out.
It had almost been fun, trashing the place.
Piran was through the fence, waiting. He leapt to one side and sneered, as if Brice was trying to run him over.
Tempting, but Ryann would ask too many questions.
Piran jumped onto the bucket seat, between the rear wheels. “What the hell did you do, Deva? I heard the scream from here.”
“We needed a distraction.”
“Is that blood?”
“Not mine. Buckle in. Brice, get us back to Keelin.”
“On it.”
Piran muttered as Brice surged the trike forward, and Brice shook his head. The i***t should’ve fastened the straps instead of talking. But he was secure now. Would’ve been better if there was a bit of webbing for his mouth, though.
“What about the guards? What did you do to them?”
“Not our concern.” Deva’s head rolled against Brice’s back as she turned to face Piran. “They’re not in the hold now, though. So long as your stuff worked, Ryann should be out.”
“Hey! My code’s fool-proof.”
“Heard that before.”
“Think you could do better?”
Brice pulled the trike into a turn, doubling back along the front of the compound. He heard Piran shuffling in his seat.
“This the right way?”
“You’re not piloting.”
“Yeah, but…won’t the enforcers be round the front?”
“Yep.”
“So what the hell are you going this way for? Skirt round the back!”
“That’ll lead them to Ryann. She’s on foot.”
“But…but what about us?”
“We’ll be fine.”
In the mirror, Brice saw Piran crane his neck round as a roar grew from their rear. He also saw the shapes approaching.
“You sure about that?” Piran’s face grew pale.
“Yep.”
Brice opened up the throttle, and the trike shot forward.
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