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Onyx walked outside and straddled his motorcycle. Angry at himself for fighting with Topaz. The Becky comment might have gone too far, that is if she even understood the slur. She took any bait so easy, but he needed to stop chumming the water. Only he really hadn’t seen her in line. Dumb ass texts from some friends back in LA had him laughing at their GIF responses and not watching where he was going. The bump wasn’t enough to warrant his response. Even if he’d been laughing when he said sorry. But every time they were in the same room, they argued over bullshit. Some girls get off on drama, but he wasn’t even getting the perk of fight to fuck.
Topaz strode toward the van parked in the parking lot.
Hack got on his motorcycle and waved his hand.
They were ready to leave for the rescue. It should take them less than five hours to get to Opheim on the northern border and cross. Another hour or so, to get to the smaller town to get the rescue.
Onyx settled into the drive by making himself comfortable on his soft tail Harley.
The fresh air and sunshine made the drive awesome. They were hitting the peak of summer and the temp stayed in the high seventies. Warm enough the breeze as he rode kept him perfectly cool, even in his leather coat and cut. Watching the natural beauty unfolding in front of him on the way up to Canada allowed him to clear his mind. Border crossings were much easier and less packed than what he was used to in California when he’d go on Tijuana runs. Once they crossed the border, he knew they were almost to their destination.
They rotated positions a few times during the journey and had stopped once before they crossed, but Topaz wouldn’t even look at him as they got fuel and stretched. He grabbed a quick snack, so he could take another dose of his antibiotic and some Tylenol. By the time they got home, he would be taking the good stuff. His hip made him limp and it wasn’t from a numb ass because he’d been riding so long.
Currently, Topaz was behind him and Hack followed up the rear. He checked his GPS and saw that they only had fifty three miles to go before reaching the small town they were heading to. Hack had created three fake passports for the woman and her two kids as a back-up if the Hard Road connect wouldn’t be at the crossing when they arrived.
Once they reached the town, Onyx pulled into the local grocery store’s parking lot. The place reminded him of a feed store, more than a grocery store. If it weren’t for the bright sign draped on one side touting fresh veggies, he would expect to see farm implements coming out, not carts with bags of food.
Topaz parked the van.
Hack pulled up to him then dismounted and stretched. “Alright, the plan is we go to the house. Topaz will go up to the door and knock sayin’ she’s a distant cousin passing through. Once she gets inside, she’ll see if the husband is home. If he is, there could be a problem, but if he’s gone, we’re home free.”
“Wait?” Topaz’s eyes widened. “It’s been a bit since I helped out. I thought I was just an easier way to transport and a sign of safety to an abused woman.”
“Sometimes,” Hack replied. “Sometimes not, you have an issue because I’m pretty sure if either of us knock, we’re not going to look like Suzie Sunshine from the Scandinavian side of the family.”
“I get that.” Topaz gripped the wheel of the van a bit tight, even though she was holding onto the bottom of it… her unease was obvious.
Hack didn’t stand out quite as much, his native skin in a remote Canadian town, but Onyx’s black ass… he could get a woman beat because she entertained the thought of him. “Maybe we could just swoop and grab,” Onyx suggested, giving a quick glance to Topaz then back to Hack to indicate she wasn’t ready.
“No,” Topaz replied, broadening her shoulders and letting out a long breath. “I’m not really Suzie Sunshine am I?”
“Carol Johnson,” Hack stated. “They’ve already told her that was the code name, so she’ll know who you are.”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” Onyx commented.
Topaz smiled. “I can do that. Does she know were coming today?”
“Yes. This was supposed to be a window for her, but she said her man tended to change plans. Especially, if she got too happy he was leaving.” Hack zipped up his leather jacket after checking his gun.
Onyx checked his gun to make sure it was ready to be used if they needed it. Being law enforcement at one time, he took the gun seriously. No matter how many classes and trainings pusheddon’t wait, he found it still was the last resort to protect himself. Taser, fist, brute strength, sadly that was hampered now.
“Let’s roll.” Hack waved his hand over his head as he straddled his bike.
Topaz nodded and started the van. She had put the address into her GPS so she could go to the house first. Hack and Onyx would pull up around the corner to stay out of the way until Topaz told them they were clear.
Onyx and Hack took opposite ends of the street, but near enough, so they could see any interaction.
Topaz approached the door and knocked. Shortly after, she left their sight as she entered the home.
They waited a few minutes then Topaz texted them the all clear sign.
The two men started their bikes and parked, flanking the van. Onyx took the rear position.
Topaz held the door open and the men stepped inside the welcoming ranch style home. Hanging flower pots, cute décor and a welcome mat with flowers told the story of calm and tranquility. Even inside pictures of a happy family hung on the walls, a perfect example of what a nuclear family should be. Any social worker would walk in and give them an A, but it was all an act. When he was an officer these homes made him more nervous than the ones with broken chairs, flipped sofas and fuming men.
“We’re good. She packed when he left for work. Said her husband still has two hours before he gets off.”
