Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Hurrying this morning. Woke up not feeling good, but we have a busy day, eye doctor appointments and grocery shopping and then the fire department award banquet this evening. Hoping the ickiness has gone away. Now, for more of Hawk. This picks up right where last week’s left off.
That thought was still running through my head as we took the final turn toward the bookshop, and Wraith’s voice snapped out through the headsets in our helmets. “Down! Get the fuck down!”
I didn’t even bother to question it, instantly following the order. It didn’t seem to matter how long I’d been out, I was still a Marine, good at taking orders. I laid low over the engine, hugging it as close as I could while still keeping my bike upright.
I heard the ping, and the reverberation as something hit my helmet. Just a rock, I told myself. One of the bikes had just kicked a rock up. It wouldn’t be the first time it or a bug had felt like more than that.
What did hit him? Is he going to be okay? I’ll have the rest of this scene next week.