All for her

 

‘She means everything to me. She does everything I ask of her. She’s loyal and doesn’t behave for anybody else. Her body shines in light as if made of metal. Her skin a dark shade of brown, beautiful and smooth. I knew how to control her, I memorised her every curve and edge. Many years we’d been together. We understood each other. I did not need anyone else. She fulfilled me. We were free, nothing could hold us back as long as we rode together.’ I stood and placed my pen and note pad into my satchel and peered over at her. 

 

The static finally broke. The order “assume your positions men” was repeated twice through the radio. Then the raspy static sound resumed. I jumped onto her back strapped my dark leather jacket tight, fastened my gloves and gripped her handles tightly. The roar of my beautiful girl echoed. Her heart rumbling harder as I revved. The chase was on. I caught a quick glimpse of headlights in the distance. I leant down low and patted her on the side to assure her safety as I always did before we rode.

The rough and rocky roads felt smooth as her legs adjusted to the landscape while we rode.

I looked around to gain my bearings. The dim moonlight and wisp fog made it far from easy to navigate through the unknown country.  The red soil created a trail of smoke that lingered behind her tail. The scattered trees were tall, dead or so it seemed as the blistering sun had scorched them for many years.

 Up ahead was the crossroad. The road where we would ambush and secure the load. The task was simple; executing the plan would be the real test. The Push-the most notorious gang in all of Australia. The largest gang trading cocaine throughout the desert. The competition was unbalanced. Something had to be done about the current situation. As this was The Push, caution had to be taken while dealing in their territory.  About half a k down the road the loud vicious sounds of bikes bellowed, there sounds were not familiar they were not family.  This could only mean one thing. It was they. As we headed closer, their foul stench infiltrated. By the sound of the engines, there were maybe twelve of them. These were terrible animals too vicious to be called human. It did not matter we were here for the cargo, not leaving without it. We were here for a fight.

I headed into the assigned position after finally finding it. Her heart was warm after the ride. She ticked quietly as we sat together and waited.  Looking out from hill onto the crossroad the shaded silhouettes of the predators approached into a circle around the road.

  

As we surrounded the herd of bikes, something seemed wrong; their formation suggested that they knew of our presence. Twelve bikes parked in a defensive structure, a circle shaped formative with guns covering a three hundred and sixty-degree angle. This formation would only be used if they felt threatened. For a few minutes, nothing had happened.

Everything was silent.  The men facing out wards were looking in our general direction. If a noise was made now the consequence could be catastrophic. I was right. 12 bulls stood with their bikes and arms. Hiding in the long grass slowly pursuing the prey, we moved closer.

Click. The soft sound echoed through the gully as nothing else contested to fill the area. An instant glow lit up the entire sense, the sound of it matched the molten spark perfectly. Its direction didn’t worry me as in penetrated the rusty sheets of an old shack hidden amount the darkness. 

 

The shiny silver bullet flew through thin air. My eyes somehow managed to follow it along its course. Its destination her heart. Its sudden impact knocked her down. The sudden jolt threw me too the gravel ground. The bullet split her chest with ease penetrating right through. Her blood flowed thick and hot, disappearing among the gravel. She tried to press on but slowly fell down as her energy drained. Everything became blurry. Crawling over too her, blood and tears streamed down my face. As she grew weaker so did her voice.