“Hey K-Bunny, ready to go?”
“Umm, hi Maz, yeah, I guess.”
“So, we’ve got quite a bit of time before the concert. Mazula was thinking we could hit the house of spaghetti after we’re done.”
Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t think this is a date. He knows I like his friend, at least I hope he does…
“We can pick up Grace on the way to eat.”
“Oh, I think she was going to meet friends at the mall before the concert so we can pick her up there after eating.”
Thank god, that would have been awkward.
“Mazula always repays favors. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to bring you. The other is that we’re not always going to be there to protect you.”
“I’m not a kid anymore. I can protect myself.”
Feisty little thing.
“Look kiddo, Maz’s friends pulled you out of a mess you made and Lone Star got called in. Do you know how many guys, kids like you, Mazula had to kill that night? Then the riot, that time it wasn’t your fault but you’ll get caught up in things like this especially if you take up this kind of life… Anyways, Maz brought a big box of ammo, you got your gun right?”
Thanks to Jimmy for getting me the 200 rounds of ammo for the chick gun
What does he think I’m an idiot?
We arrive about 40 minutes later on our motorcycles and head inside.
“Mazula always repays favors. Pull out your gun, make sure it’s ready and put these ear protectors on.”
The Lone Star firing range normally doesn’t allow visitors but when you fire off as many rounds training as I have in the last two years, the guys who run the place tend to look the other way. It could just be that we’re on good terms with each other, or they’ve seen me shooting and don’t want to mess with me. Either way, I don’t mind.
“You should be holding it a little higher, keep it level. It’s an extension of your hand, more like this.”, I adjust her arm and shoulder a bit so she gets the position right.
Oh, he smells good.
A 100 rounds later, we head out to the house of spaghetti.
“So, umm, why didn’t you try to hit on me? I mean not that I want you to.”, K-Bunny asked as she started to blush.
“No offense, you are a very attractive young lady but Mazula likes his women a little older and a little rougher. The last women Maz had any interest in, he almost killed a couple of weeks ago, put three bullets in her. She was a blond samurai with a German accent.”
“Not to be critical Maz, but generally that’s not the greatest way to pick up women.”
“Thanks for the advice kid.”, I say with a wink.
“I AM NOT A KID!”, she says starting to rise to her feet.
“Sit back down and Mazula will answer your question.”, she looks towards the door then glances down at my eyes and sits. “I was supposed to have a sister, you know? My mom was 5 months pregnant with a girl when she died. She’d tried to quit the drugs and she’d been good for most of the pregnancy but she went stir crazy one night called a dealer who dropped by with some drugs. She overdosed. I was eleven or twelve. I was on the street without a family. My sister would have been about your age. So I guess that’s why I see you more as a sister. Ok kiddo?”
She just stared at me. Did I have syrup running down my chin?
“When I was about your age, I was caught by a security force. The company plucked out my eyes, put in implants and wired me up. A few months and some combat training later and I was fighting in the desert wars. So I might be a bit over protective, I don’t want to see you go where I went. Although they’d be using your brains where they used my brawn. They’d have you tied up to a computer and hacking your way into the most secure data centers until you got fried.”
She was still staring. Maybe I should talk about the mall and the new shades I picked up.
“Anyways, let me know if you need anything. Let’s go pick up Grace and then head to the concert. Mazula’s working security and Dwayne got assigned to work backstage security. Maz’ll get the two of you in before the gig starts and maybe Dwayne and Maz can sneak you in to meet the band.”
Now she was really staring, her jaw dropped open.
“Wow Maz, that’s amazing. Umm… I have a question though.”
“Ok, sure, shoot?”
“You were talking like umm, well like a normal person for a couple of minutes. Why?”
“Yeah, talking out of character.”, I stand up to head out and whisper in her ear, “Hi, my name’s Mitchell nice to meet you.”