Can't Take the Heat
Can't Take the Heat
Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 208
“Rayce?” Max whispered.
“In the flesh.”
Max raised her hand to tell the others to stand down as Rayce hopped over the door of her car.
“How you doin’ little girl?”
Max raced up to her and crushed her in a brutal hug.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling back.
“I saw Terminal City on the news…saw you…drove straight here.”
Max couldn’t think of a thing to say to her fellow X5.
Some of the other trannies had already started to disperse, accepting the fact that the newest arrival was welcome and not really caring beyond that point.
“Where have you been?”
“East coast.”
Max sighed with a short laugh before heading towards headquarters.
After about an hour of explaining the finer points of TC, the latest news on Manticore and White’s breeding cult buddies to her once commanding officer Max fell silent and sighed again.
She was just about to launch into a string of questions when the roar of Alec’s green Ducati pulled up behind them.
Rayce slid down off of the table she had been sitting on and looked on wide eyed as 494 got off his bike and removed his sunglasses, heading up the steps.
“Chase?” she whispered.
Alec stopped dead.
“Rayce.”
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Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 208
“Rayce?” Max whispered.
“In the flesh.”
Max raised her hand to tell the others to stand down as Rayce hopped over the door of her car.
“How you doin’ little girl?”
Max raced up to her and crushed her in a brutal hug.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling back.
“I saw Terminal City on the news…saw you…drove straight here.”
Max couldn’t think of a thing to say to her fellow X5.
Some of the other trannies had already started to disperse, accepting the fact that the newest arrival was welcome and not really caring beyond that point.
“Where have you been?”
“East coast.”
Max sighed with a short laugh before heading towards headquarters.
After about an hour of explaining the finer points of TC, the latest news on Manticore and White’s breeding cult buddies to her once commanding officer Max fell silent and sighed again.
She was just about to launch into a string of questions when the roar of Alec’s green Ducati pulled up behind them.
Rayce slid down off of the table she had been sitting on and looked on wide eyed as 494 got off his bike and removed his sunglasses, heading up the steps.
“Chase?” she whispered.
Alec stopped dead.
“Rayce.”
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