The Life - Outlaw Bikers

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The day is particularly hot. The sun scorches the highway. A single bike goes through the desert. Minutes pass. A rumble in the distance. Approaching. The air is still. A light breeze gathers strength and dies. The rumble approaches. It swells into a roar. Engines. Dozens of bikes pass. The roar of the engines fade into the distance. The Desperados set up their camp to the outskirts of Junction city.
Welcome to Junction City, population 4000.

Red was sitting in the local bar, drinking his second beer when the door opened. Red looked behind him and saw two bikers entering. They weren't Pythons, that was for sure. He lit a cigarette. They had to be these new guys. The Desperados. Red could feel them standing behind him. He blew out the smoke and said:
"Who're you punks supposed to be?"
"Were Desperados. We're here to take over."
"Well I'll be damned." Red took a deep breath. "Damn punks," he thought to himself as he threw the cigarette butt into the face of the smaller guy while punching the bigger one right at the nose. He thought that the bone broke but took another shot just in case. He grabbed a chair and hit the smaller guy with it, knocking him out. He landed a kick into the bigger guys stomach. That knocked him down. He took a sip of beer before grabbing the collars and dragging the Desperados out. He lit another cigarette and told the bigger guy:
"Four Ways belongs to Pythons."

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The world is a fictive country thats based on USA.

Main places of action are two towns: Four Ways and Junction City. Four Ways is larger with a population of ~10 000. Population of Junction city is about 4 000. The towns are in such a position that the one that most of the smuggling of the southern part of the country has to go through them, thus large profits could be made if both are controlled. The towns are about 8 miles from each other.

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The Pythons are a local gang operating from Four Ways but they also used to control Junction City. Their main activity is smuggling weapons. Most of them are locals who live in their own houses/flats in Four Ways. The Pythons have about 80 members.

Members:

name: Robert Grant (president)
road name: Brit
age: 51
ride: Triumph Rocket III
weapons: dual Beretta 92FS 9mm
bio: He's the founder (and president) of the Pythons. He has British roots. He has an excellent sense for illegal business and his intelligence mustn't be underestimated. He doesn't like to resolve to violence, but he's ruthless if forced to. He's not particularly effective in a fistfight as he's getting old.

name: Thomas Redferne (vice president)
road name: Red
age: 39
ride: '03 Harley Davidson XL1200
weapons: Colt Python .357 Magnum, bootknife
bio: He's pretty much the opposite of Brit. Red is excellent in a fistfight. He's not very good with money, but he lacks Brits distaste to violence. He has a very suspecting nature.

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The Desperados have just moved to Junction City. They are based on the outskirts of the town in an abandoned junkyard that was bought by their club. The Desperados have about 60 members but it could be possible to get reinforcements as they are a part of a larger club.

Members:

name: James Trujillo (president)
road name: Geronimo
age: 41
ride: custom built from scratch, Harley-Davidson "Blockhead" engine
weapons: Colt Anaconda .44 cal
bio: He's a ruthless and violent character. He's an excellent mechanic. His nickname comes from his origin - he's an Apache.

name: Ivan Fyodorov (vice president)
road name: Dentist
age: 43
ride: '74 Harley-Davidson XL1000 Sportster
weapons: Colt Python .357 Magnum
bio: Ivan mostly has a peaceful nature. He has a good sense for business. He's nicknamed like that because he really was a dentist.

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ride: I would suggest not choosing Japanese bikes (to keep it as real as possible) and they should be choppers
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I'll add my character shortly.

EDIT. Added side to the character sheet
 
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Name: Kimberly Grant

Road Name: Bit

Side: Python Affiliate

Age: 22

Ride: Honda CRF450R Off Road, but owns and rides a completely restored 1952 Indian Chief motorcycle on occasion

Weapons: Wrench and a Switchblade

Appearance: Bit is 4'10 and weighs barely 97 pounds soaking wet. Her sharp features are generally attractive, once all the grease and dirt, which usually coats her, cleans off. Her hair is dark brown and worn in a short pixie-style cut. She wears grubby T-shirts, grease smeared overalls, and work boots when working at her shop. When off-roading she wears full motocross protective gear. When out on the road, she opts for jeans, T-shirts, a leather jacket, and boots.


Bio: Kimberly "Bit" Grant is the neice of Robert Grant, and the daughter of Robert's late brother George "The Hound" Grant. She grew up in Four Ways, and spent most all of her time working with her dad in his motorcycle shop "The Ratchet & Chain". There she learned good business, and how to fix anything motorcycle related, or make the things she couldn't fix. She started riding early on with the gang, usually sat upon the gas tank of her dad's bike. When she was old enough to reach the clutch, she started riding off-roaders and fell in love with being off road far more than on. When she was 20, The Hound was killed in a road accident. It was decided by Brit that she should inherit and run The Ratchet & Chain. She 's smart enough to keep books, is a wiz with bikes, and because it's a legitimate business, it's unlikely to draw her into illegal activities. She, of course, hangs with the Pythons on occasion but can usually be found at the shop tinkering.
 
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Sorry for the double post.

character:

name: Sidney Riley
road name: Sid
side: the Desperados
age: 47
ride: '87 Harley-Davidson Heritage custom fitted with 1800cc Screamin' Eagle engine
weapons: dual Colt 1911 .45 ACP
bio: Sid used to live in a suburb in the northern part of the country. When he was 27 his pregnant wife died along with the unborn child. After the funeral Sid took his bike and rode off into the night and never looked back. He soon joined the Desperados and has rode with them for near twenty years. He stands at six-foot-five and weighs 220 and is very muscular. His hands are covered with tattoos. He typically wears a black Harley-Davidson T-shirt, blue jeans, cowboy boots, aviator sunglasses and a high-collar leather vest (with the zipper always opened) with the Desperados logo (colors) on the back. He's blond with medium-length hair.
 

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Bit raced down the hill of the hardpack course that she and her dad had built many years ago out in the back property that her trailer home sat on. She revved the engine as she crested the next hill and she and the machine were launched high into the air. As soon as she felt the lack of surface below her wheels, she kicked her legs backwards off the pins of the bike and held onto her handlebars as she supermanned through the air for a few seconds, before swinging her body back onto the seat, and levelling the bike out as it landed just past the crest of the next hill. She slammed herself forward to drop the front wheel to maintain balance and roared down the hill into a straight away on the track.

She cut her bike until the left peg was almost dragging through the dirt as she entered into the sheer left turn of a 180 loop and straightened out of the turn. She chanced a glance to her left as she caught movement off the highway in her peripheral, and saw the big brown UPS truck turn into the dusty drive leading up to her trailer. She looked back at the course, loosened her arms up as her bike rode over a spot of rough track referred to as speed bumps, and cut away from the course to ride through the thick weeds and underbrush growing around the course.

She braked to a halt at the edge of her trailer home and killed her bike. She pulled her gloves off, unstrapped her helmet, and removed it and her goggles, before waving to Bill the UPS Guy as he exited the truck and smiled. She climbed off her bike and leaned it against the outside wall of her home, and walked toward Bill clapping away some of the accumulated dust from the purple and white body armor vest she was wearing with the gloves she'd removed. She smiled at Bill and looked at him with one eye, the other being forced closed by the cloud of dust she'd just created.

"Hey Bill", she greeted him before continuing, "What have you brought me today?"

Bill looked around at the overgrown property and back at the diminutive form of Bit. "Well Ms. Grant", he stated, "looks like your delivery of parts for that overhaul you were waiting on and some more HD leathers for the shop."

Bit grinned and nodded. "Sweet!" she exclaimed, "Can you give me and my bike a ride over to the R&C? I think I have a misfire going on so don't wanna walk it if things go bad."

Bill scratched his cheek dubiously before responding, "Come on Ms Grant. You know I'm not suppoed to take on non-cargo."

Bit rolled her eyes and pointed down the highway. "Come on Bill! The shop's down the highway, where you were heading, AND where your next stop is. I won't tell anybody."

Bill thought a few seconds and shrugged. "Fine. Let's get going though. My last delivery's in Junction City." Bit nodded agreeably and jogged to her Honda. She rolled it to the back of the truck as Bill pulled a ramp out. She pushed it up into the back cargo area and stood with it as Bill started the truck and pulled back out onto the highway. She small talked with him for the short ride to her shop, and bid him a safe trip after he had offloaded her, the bike and several boxes.

She removed a key from where she had hidden it, and unlocked her shop. She walked in and removed her body armor and set it on the counter. She dragged the box of parts into the garage in the back of the shop, and left the Harley Davidson clothing outside. She ripped the box open and checked the manifest to the parts. After ensuring she had everything she needed, she moved back into the shop. She removed her shin guards and dropped them on top of her armor.

She walked outside and was about to start the process of dragging the boxes inside, when the familiar roar of a club coming up the highway could be discerned in the distance. She smiled and shaded her eyes as she looked down the concrete river as she saw a large group of riders crest the hill. They were headed toward Four Ways. She thought they might be a rec club, until she saw new colors. She dropped her hand and hummed to herself as she leaned over a box to start pushing it into the shop talking to herself. "Seems some new kids are in town. Should be interesting. I'll have to give a shout to Uncle Brit after I close up."
 

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Sid was riding at the end of the group. The wind was blowing through his hair. He never wore a helmet. Actually he didn't even have one.

He stopped at a roadside bike shop. "The Ratchet & Chain". The engine stopped. Sid lit a cigarette and climbed off the bike. He approached the young girl who was trying to push a box inside. "There a gas station 'round here?"
 

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Bit stopped shoving at the box as she heard one of the riders pull away from the pack roaring past and up into the parking area. She looked at the man, then over her shoulder as the group continued to roll down the highway. She looked back at the man, wondering why his club left him behind, but shrugged her shoulder. "Sure sir. I have pumps out back. If you give me a second to get this inside, I'll turn one on and you can fill up." So saying, she turned back to the box and shoved it through the door while calling out, "I'll meet you in back!"

Shortly thereafter, she opened the large bay door to the garage area and walked out to the two 50's style gas pumps, which were weathered and purported to be Fire Chief gasoline affiliated with TexaCo. She'd changed out of the purple and white leather coverall she'd been wearing, and was now dressed in a gray T-shirt, overalls, and work boots. She walked over to one of the pumps, pulled a large wrench from out of the back pocket it had been tucked into and turned a large bolt on the side of the pump. She pulled the handle, handed it to Sid, and flipped the lever upwards. The pump rattled as all the digits rolled to show zeroes, and the inner workings began to pump fuel.

She slid the wrench back into her back pocket and leaned against the other pump as she looked at Sid and his ride. "Nice bike you got there. Eighty-seven Harley?" She tipped her head over slightly to look at the engine. "Nice. You customized the engine. I'm Kim." She brushed her hand against the front of her overalls before holding it out. "I don't think I've seen your club before on this stretch of highway." She recognized the man as a one-percenter, but it was usually safer to play dumb so she left it with club to let him correct her if he chose to do so.
 

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Name: Samuel Edwards
Road Name: Crank
Side: Desperados
Age: 35
Ride: '05 Harley-Davidson FXDC Super Glide custom
Weapons: (Often carried) .45 M1911, Micro Uzi (occasionally), knife (Owned) Machete, sawed-off Remington 870, variety of knives, AR-15 semi-auto
Bio: Crank was into choppers from an early age, and got his class M license the day he turned 18. How he became a Desperado is no mystery; he loved bikes, and found some other guys who did. Despite the urgings of his mother, he became more and more involved with the gang, eventually becoming one of it's most loyal members. He is often seen wearing a leather jacket, sometimes with matching leather chaps when on the road.
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Crank cruised down the highway on his Harley. Today, he was returning to Junction City, where he believed he was needed. He had heard that, over the past weeks, another gang had been encroaching on Desperado turf, and he wouldn't let it continue. "A great chance to crack some heads", he thought, with a sadistic smile. He came across a shop known as "The Ratchet & Chain", at which he spied a man with a leather jacket sporting the Desperados logo. Thinking it was a safe spot, he decided to drop by and check it out. He parked and dismounted, and approached his comrade. "Howdy pardner", he said, flashing a quick gang sign, "what brings you to these parts?"
 

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Character: Jess Tracey

Road name: Shooter

Side: Affiliation unknown, though she has been seen hanging with the Pythons, but only when Bit does.

Age: 22

Ride: Black Harley Davidson Iron 883 - XL883N (and various others)

Weapons: Glock 27, Glock 24, SIG Sauer P230, SIG Trailside PL22, and various knives scattered about her person.

Bio: Jess is the daughter of a well-known rancher by the name of Mr. Tracey, who resides in Four Ways. Her mother died when she was 10, leaving her to care for herself, as her father was too busy working and getting drunk. She learned how to do things on her own, and she had no money problems, as her father was a multi-millionaire and she had learned how to pay the bills and forged his signature on a regular basis. When she was 16, she rode on the back of a Harley for the first time, decided she loved it, and went and bought her own. Now she has 3 (A Nightster XL1200N, a Sportster XL 883R , and her Iron 883 - XL883N), plus various off-road 'crotch-rockets' that she rides on occasion. She can often be found at "The Ratchet and Chain", as she is a good friend of Bit, having known her for years. She is also known to hang with the Pythons, alongside Bit.

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Pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail, Shooter bounds off her country home's wraparound porch and heads to her large shop. Stepping in, she flips the lights on and takes a deep breath, smiling at the familiar smells of oil, grease, and exhaust that linger in the air. She wanders over to her black Iron 883, running a thin hand over her black Nightster and a Ducati Monster 695 as she passes. Pulling her favorite leather jacket over her short red top, she opens the garage door and hops on her Iron, grinning to herself as she revs it to life.

She found such joy in riding her motorcycle. Her fancy cars held nothing on the raw, unbridled power of a bike. She rolls it out and hits the garage door closer button, then guns it down the driveway. She heads down the street to the small shop owned by her friend Bit. Reaching it, she can see her friend fueling some guys Harley in the back. She parks beside the shop, swings her long legs over the bike, and sways over towards them. Her five-foot-eleven form was thin and muscled and killer good-looking, making men often do a double-take. Her pale blue eyes always had a mischievous light in them, and never missed a thing, making her a dead-shot with anything you put in her hand.

She waves to Bit as she steps up to them. "Howdy girl... thought I'd swing by and see whatcha' up to." She gives Sid a once over, eying his bike with an appreciative whistle. "New to town?", she asks him, leaning hip-shot against the pump. Her long legs seem to never end, and she wore knee-high heeled boots over tight black leather pants, accenting each curve and muscle. Her flat stomach was bare, a sexy six-pack visible. She had several small tattoos across her stomach; two six-shooters on each hip-bone, a rose, a cross, and a small angel, with a date underneath, to commemorate her mother.

She smiles charmingly at Samuel as he approaches, seeming not to care what colors were worn. She chose no sides, wanting to stay away from the biker wars. If she had to though, she would choose whatever side Bit did; she had to watch her friend's back after all. She looks back at Bit and grins. "Seems yer gettin' a bit of business today..."
 
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Characters:
name: Jack Walker
road name: "Cobra" (named after his temper, quick to blow with a lethal strike)
side: Python full patch member
age: 24
ride: A 2009 Harley Electra Glide(for business) and a 2000 Harley Road King(both black)
weapons: 2 Glock .40s (legally carried w/ extra ammo) a boot knife, and a .45 smith & Wesson (serial numbers filled off-not legal)(both use black talon ammo) with various others in his saddle bags and on his person
Appearance: 6"2" 240 of pure muscle short crew cut black hair which he covers up with a hat with a professional goatee, he usually wears black jeans, black t-shirt (no logo), black steel toe combat boots, if on business he wears a black Harley Davidson leather jacket with a patch on the back of his dealership logo and if he is riding with the gang or not at work he wears a identical jacket that's decked out with the gangs full colors and patches. with a shoulder holster holding his guns under the jacket and a holster holding the S%W on his belt at the small of his back
bio: professional in business but violent when not, hes a brawler and a crack shot and likes to do both allot. he was raised as a only child to his single dad who ran the local bike dealership and a member of the pythons after his father retired from the business and the gang he left it to his son to carry on the business. he has brought it to be the largest dealer in the state. he sponsors almost all bike rallies in the area, lets the gang use his dealership as a meeting place from time to time, and helps support the gang financially (under the table of course) because... he can afford it.

Cobra rode towards town from a out of town business prospect headed home while making plans for the night when he realised his front tire was a little low on air he quickly mumbled some colorful words to himself about his luck today. "hopefully Bit is at her shop and has a pump cause id hate to mess this bike up" he thought to himself as he approached. soon as he got close he noticed the shop was open so he pulled in and parked. he removed his gloves and turned his ball cap back around (he always wears a hat and its always backwards when he is riding) and steps up to the front door and hollers trying to locate her. when he received no answer at the first call he takes a peek into the shop figuring she was working on a bike like usual. Jack is ok with basic repairs but he wont even lie she does all the work for his dealership and on his own bikes since she is the best he has ever met. when not locating her in the shop he stepped back out front and leaned against his bike to wait for her when he saw she was with costumers. he quickly noted the colors of the riders and stated to himself "good thing im not sporting colors right now or their would bound to be trouble and trouble alone is hardly ever a good thing he said to himself". fact is he never wears his colors on business for this very reason it causes business decisions to be made to quickly before prospect have the time to even talk.
 
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Bit turned her attention toward Sam as he rumbled up to the pumps on his custom Super Glide. She noted the same colors on this man as the one she was helping. She also caught the unfamiliar sign, but stored it in her memory for later. She nodded politely to the man as he gave her diminutive form a once over and looked out across the highway as she heard a lone engine, that she was imminently familiar with approaching.

She couldn't help but smile as her best friend Shooter came rumbling up on the Iron. She lifted her chin in greeting towards the approaching woman, before looking at the two men. She saw they were conversing, so she returned her attention to Shooter. "Hey Jess", she greeted, "how's things?" She slid her slender hands into the pockets of her overalls and rolled back idly onto her heels as she nodded agreeably with Shooter's comment.

"It's nice to get company other than yours once in a while", she teased with a wide friendly smile. She looked at the pump as it suddenly jolted off as the Harley's tank topped out. She hung the handle back up, and leaned her backside against the pump, as she waited to see if the two bikers wanted anything else. She stated, "Oh! Jess! Those parts we've been waiting on are in. If you feel like getting dirty, we could work some more on the 1911 V-Twin." Her eyes roamed over Shooter before settling on her eyes once again before she continued, "Though, I suppose you look like you're wanting to ride instead? I could take the Indian out and we could ride to Four Ways. Whichever you want. I'm having a firing issue on the Honda, but that can wait until tomorrow."

She frowned when she thought she'd heard somebody shouting her name and held her hand up. "Hold your thought hon", she said to Shooter. She looked at the two men nearby and leaned toward Shooter whispering, "Keep an eye on these two for me would you?" as she nodded her head once in their direction. She wa sabout to head off into the garage before she saw Cobra emerge. She smiled widely and waved. She'd always like Cobra, as he was a fairly decent human being. He also brought a lot of business her way. She hurried over to him and gave him a quick greeting hug as was her norm. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think I'd run into you today."

She looked over her shoulder toward the two men, noting they were still conversing and looked back at her friend as she lowered her voice some, "Those two are wearing colors I've not seen before. Might want to let Uncle Brit know if you run into him before I do." She raised her voice to normal tones and returned to her usual chipper sounding self. "What you come in for today Jack? I have those leathers Mr Tribble ordered a week back."
 
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She grins at the comment and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly and taking a few drags as her friend suddenly heads back into the shop. "Alright." She nods, recognizing the voice as Cobra's, one of the Pythons. Her pale eyes watch the other two strangers as she waits, still leaning against the pump, smoking her cigarette with a relaxed air about her. She was armed, even if they didn't know it, her Trailside under her jacket and a knife in her boot.
 
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jack looked closer at the colors when he let go of bit he recognized them just didn't know why they were here. he lowered his voice and told Bit " i recognize the colors and their not a good group so ill let Brit or Red know soon as i'm done here they will want to know about this asap" and taking his normal voice he told her " i need a little bit of air in the front if you got a moment (pointing to his bike) and if you want ill deliver those leathers since its on my way." he whispered once more "how bout i hang here till your done with them then i don't have to explain to Brit i left you two alone with them they have a habit off starting trouble." before lighting a smoke.
 

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Bit smiled and nodded, "Sounds great! I'll check that tire." She nodded toward Shooter and asked Cobra, "You rememer Jess right? We were thinking of taking a ride when I close up. I honestly just came here to dump off the boxes I'd received, but you know me and tinkering. I get that itch and it's tomorrow before I realize it." She laughed good naturedly and headed over to Jack's bike.

She knelt down in the dirt and examined the tire, while dragging her fingers over the tread and walls of the tire. She shook her head and shrugged as she stood back up. She absently rubbed at her cheek, leaving a black smear across it, as she stated, "I don't see anything that you might have picked up to cause a leak. I'll just fill it up, and you keep an eye on it. If it goes low again quick, I'll see what's going on with a tank." She walked into the ground and flipped the compressor on and wiped her dirty hands on her overalls while she waited for the pressure to build.

She dragged the hose over to the bike, checked the pressure with a guage she kept in her pocket, and filled the tire to its optimum pressure. She re-wound the hose, and then looked at the two visitors. "Um... gentlemen? I'm planning on closing up and was wondering if you had anything else you needed?" She looked at how many gallons Sid's tank had taken and quoted a price that was well below the standard for current gas prices.

She looked at Shooter and smiled. "You want to play in the garage? Or out in Four Ways?"
 

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jack laughed "I remember Jess, if i didn't know any better id think you two were sisters the way you two are attached at the hip and thanks for the air and ill keep an eye on it." jack stood to the side and gave a curt nod to the two other gang members as Bit addressed them.
 

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Jess grins and tosses her cigarette down, grinding it out under her booted heel as she waves to Jack, giving him a flirty wink. She turns her attention back to Bit. "I wouldn't mind headin' to Four Ways. Seems like there's some new faces to meet. Plus I need to talk to yer uncle if he's about. We can work on the V-Twin later if you want."

She saunters over towards Jack and leans against the wall next to him, giving him a charming grin. "Heya you. How's business?" Her pale eyes look him over, finding him very attractive. She loved muscles, and he was covered in them. She remembered admiring him before, and wasn't afraid to show her attraction, flirting openly with him. "The Iron's running good. So's the Sportster I bought from ya last month. I may have to come in to check yer stuff out some more..." She winks again.
 

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jack laughed and gave her a smile "hey shooter good to see you, business is good and I'm glad the bikes are to your liking I'd hate to think i was selling junk. swing by the office sometime I'm sure we can find something to your liking"

at that moment his cell started ringing, he glanced at the caller I.D. "give me a few minutes" he stated to her as he answered his phone and walked a few feet away to discuss something on the phone.
 

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Jess grins and looks him up and down. "I'm sure I could..." She winks again and leans against the shop, lighting another cigarette as he speaks on the phone. Her cell rarely rang, unless it was Bit, so she often just left it at the house. Not even her father checked up on her. He was never home, more often or not away on some business trip, and when he wasn't on a trip, he stayed at his apartment in town. So Jess was left with the ranch and the bills. The hired hands took care of most of the work, though she occasionally would show up at the barn and muck horse stalls, or help move the cattle. It was a simple enough life; ride her Harley or... ride her Harley. She had some fast cars in the garage, but she preferred her bike over them all.

When she wasn't riding her Harley, which was rarely, she could be found under one, or under a car. She had become a grease-monkey of sorts, teaching herself what she needed to know. She had also learned quite a lot from Bit, and enjoyed working on the V-Twin with her. It was a big project, and she was eager to finish it. But today seemed like a good day to roll over to Four Ways, with that new group in town. She also needed to speak to Bit's uncle about a shipment that had come in. Being monied had its advantages, she mused to herself, and her daddy's absence left her with the convenience of an empty shop, used as a storage area for the smuggled weapons.

She also liked the fact that, being a drop-point for the weapons, she often got a full selection of whatever weapon she so desired. Her personal arsenal grew each time a new truck came in. She spent a lot of time around the guns, and she sure as heck knew how to shoot near anything you put in her hands. She was a dead shot, and no one doubted it either. She didn't get her nickname for just any reason; she had earned it.

She finishes her cigarette and crushes it under her boot heel, eyes flicking over the still conversing strangers as she speaks to Bit. "I'll help ya close up shop if you'd like Kim. Are there more boxes to move?" She pulls off her leather jacket, revealing strongly muscled arms. She wore a few more tattoos on her shoulders; a dragon on her left and a scorpion on her right, with the Chinese symbol for love in the center of her shoulder blades. Her lower back sported a 'tramp stamp', two pistols crossed over a cross, roses intertwined. One could now see more of her stunning body, built like a supermodel, but with the added sexiness of muscle. She pulls her hair up into a loose bun and ties it off.
 
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"No hon, we don't need anything else." Sid replied to Bit as she stated that she was about to close the shop. Sid noticed that the gas bill was well below average. He paid the bill and asked Bit: "I couldn't help overhearing that you're headed to Four Ways. How 'bout we ride there together?"
 

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Bit looked away from Jess and toward Sid as he paid for the gas and addressed her. She normally wouldn't turn down a group ride this close to when she was shutting down, but her uncle would kill her if she knowlingly rode with colored members of a different outlaw gang.

She smiled and looked back at the shop as she responded, "I appreciate the offer mister, but I have to get some more boxes inside, shelf the stuff, and then close up shop. Sorry, but maybe another time." She looked back at Sid with her cheery smile and shrugged. She pulled the wrench out of her back pocket and shut the pump down.

She slid the wrench into her back pocket as she jogged over toward Jess and bumped her hip playfully with her own. "Thanks for the help Jess", she stated simply. She walked around the shop with the woman, smiling and wiggling her fingers at Cobra as they moved past him. "I'll put that order on the front step Jack. Just do the usual transfer when Mr. Tribble pays."

She looked at the stacked boxes, chose one, and tore the top flaps open. She searched the box, loving the smell of the new leather, until she located the order for Jack's client. She pulled out the Harley Davidson gear Mr. Tribble, a weekend rider, had ordered, and set it on the concrete step outside the front door of the shop. She then moved the remainder of the boxes inside with the assistance of Shooter.

Once inside, she moved into the garage, pausing to flip the gas pump switches to the off position as she walked past them towards her baby. She pushed the beautifully restored red, black and chrome 1952 Indian Chief out and rested it on its stand. She then re-entered the garage, hopped up to grab the end of a hanging rope, and tugged it and the bay door shut. She slid the locking bar of the bay door into the door's track, and inserted the shackle of a combination lock through the turning mechanism. She went back into the shop and smiled at Jess. "I want to thank you again for helping me out. You don't really have to you know." She grabbed the shipping manifest and started placing merchandise.

They made short work of shelving or hanging the items, and she picked up her pile of motocross gear and moved into the garage hooking her head for Shooter to follow. She tossed her gear onto her work bench and grabbed a nearby pile of clean clothes. She brushed her fingers lovingly over the handlebar of the V-Twin, which was next to the work bench with a grimy blanket draped over it. "Almost ready Jess." She shook her head. "I'm sorry it always takes so long when you wanna play. You know I'm pretty anal about having things where they need to be."

She kicked her boots off, and undressed down to her bra and underwear, revealing tats of; a cross on her left shoulder with her dad's initials and the date he was killed on the road, a python coiling midway up her right bicep with its upper body and head draped over her right shoulder and slithering down her back, a small pixie flittering above her right breast, a dove bearing an olive branch traveling around her left side and lower ribs, the top of a celtic knot, the rest of which disappeared under the elastic of her underwear, on the front of her right hip, a circle of faeries danced merrily around her right calf, and a full moon peaking out from cloud cover on her left thigh.

She asked, "Where you want to go tonight?", as she sat on the floor of the garage to pull socks and jeans on. She stood up, brushing her bottom off as she pulled a T-shirt over her head. She smiled as she listened to the response, while pulling a pair of black motorcycle boots on and pulling the legs of her jeans over them. She nodded and grabbed a pair of gloves and a black leather jacket without any markings, and nodded toward the shop. "Sounds great to me." She pulled a pair of blue circle lens sunglasses out from a case she'd kept in her pocket and slid them on. "Let's ride!" she announced excitedly. "Oh wait", she stated as she looked into a mirror hanging near the exit of the garage to the shop. She pulled a handkerchief out of an inner pocket of her jacket and wiped the dirty smear she'd gotten while checking Jack's tire from her cheek as best she could. "NOW, let's ride", she laughed easily and led the way out into the shop.

She ushered Jess out the front door and secured the lock, before slipping the key into her jeans pocket. She walked around the shop and climbed onto her bike. She turned the key, kick started the engine and revved it several times. She looked at her friend to make sure she was squared away and then rode up alongside her, pausing and smiling warmly at her. "Ready when you are."
 
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Sid hit the starter button. Nothing happened. Crank grinned.

"That piece of... Never works!" Sid sweared as he kickstarted the bike. He put on his sunglasses, looked at Crank and said: "Let's roll."
 
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