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Before I could shoot the lock one of the men from the rival club came running down the hall and began unlocking one of the other doors. He noticed me and went for his gun. I shot him before he could take aim with the older handgun he was carrying. He twisted and fell through one of the other doors. I aimed for the door lock and pulled the trigger, then used my shoulder to bump the door open.
“Angel, come out. We need to get the fuck outta here.”
When she came out, I pulled off my Kevlar and handed it to her. “Put this on and stay behind me.”
Instead she came flying straight at me and threw her arms around my neck. I hugged her before pressing her back.
“I can’t believe you came for me.” I wiped away her tears with one hand. “Of fucking course I came for you. You’re my girl, right?”
She nodded, fighting back yet more tears. I strapped the Kevlar onto her chest as she pulled herself together. “How did you sneak into their stronghold?”
I grinned at her tear-stained face. “I didn’t sneak in. I crashed through the fucking front door with a virtual army at my back. We’ll talk about that later. Right now we need to get out of here, so the others can retreat.
I wheeled past the man I shot. A quick glance into the room told me this was some kind safe room. There were stacks of cash on a table and grey tubs stacked up all around the room.
I rolled right past it and out into the main room. It was filled with dead bodies from the Twisted Metal crew who didn’t have the advantage of wearing Kevlar during our surprise attack. We could hear gunfire off to the right behind this room. “This place is fucking huge.”
Angel murmured, “I wouldn’t know. All I saw was that tiny room they kept me in.”
Suddenly, Storm came running back to the front with Thunder and Grit at his back. “These fuckers are putting up quite a fight. They’re going through ammo like crazy.” He jerked his chin to Angel. “I see you found your woman. Get her the hell outta here and I’ll call the others off.”
“Roger that, boss,” I responded, causing Storm to give me a slow grin.
I pointed my Glock back the way we came. “They’ve got some kind of safe room back there with tubs of cash just sitting out in the open. It’s the second door to the left. I marked it for you. It’ll be the one with the dead body lying in the doorway.”
Storm slapped me on the shoulder. “You’re a funny fucker when you want to be. Now get your woman the hell outta here. Get into the red pickup truck and lock yourselves in. It’s armored. Back it up as close to the building as possible and then sit tight. We’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“You got it.”
I wheeled out the front of the clubhouse and made a B-line for Grit’s truck. I remembered it from when we were gearing up.
“Get into the driver’s seat, Angel.”
She didn’t hesitate, which was fantastic. My luck seemed to be turning around. I opened the passenger door, lifted myself out of my wheelchair by grasping onto the roll bar with one hand. I snagged my wheelchair with the other and tossed it unceremoniously into the back of the truck. Then I grabbed the door frame and swung myself into the passenger seat.”
Angel was staring at me wide-eyed with her mouth hanging open. I reached over and lifted her jaw, much like she’d lifted mine the first time I saw her naked. “I’m more than just a beautiful body, Angel.”
She shook her head as if to dislodge images of me swinging my big muscular body around like a gorilla.
“I know most people don’t see those of us in wheelchairs as athletic but I’m in good shape for being down close to a year.”
Her hand went to the ignition switch, and she pushed the button. The key fob must have been somewhere in the vehicle because it started right up.
“I don’t care if you use a wheelchair or not, I’ve never seen a man that could do stuff like that.” She backed the truck up and circled around to the front of the building and parked the way Storm had asked. My sweet lady turned to me and continued her train of thought. “Maybe an Olympic gold medalist, but outside that, nope. Literally no one I know pulls off a move like that.”
I shrugged and glanced out the back window, wondering where Storm was. “You know how they say when you go blind your other senses become enhanced to make up for not have visual input?” She nodded. “Being a paraplegic is the same thing, only with the muscles. I use my arms and abs more to move around, navigate my chair and transfer in and out of my chair so those muscles have bulked up.”
There was a short silence before she said, “Well, it looks good on you.”
Before I could respond, Storm and about twenty men came running out of the clubhouse, each predictably carrying a grey tub.
Angel gasped. “They’re stealing from Twisted Metal.”
I watched them dropping the tubs into the back of the truck before making a run for their bikes. Storm slapped the windshield in front of me with his hand. “Get the hell outta here, you two.”
Angel didn’t need to hear any more, she spun out trying to get away as fast as possible. “We’re going to the Slayers’ clubhouse. I’ll pull the address up on the car’s GPS.”
She seemed shell shocked. “I can’t believe I’m driving the getaway truck from a cash heist.”
