Chapter 26

John gathered a few things into a ditty bag: an electronic monocular capable of 140x zoom, a camera that could attach to it, and some spare mags for his pistol

He looked at Pixy and asked “Can you shoot this?” Then put on his shoulder rig.

She replied with a roll of her eyes “Born and raised in backwoods Kentucky to Marine father. Of course, I can.”

He gave her a dead pan look and said “If you come with me, you may have to. Still want to?”

She sat on the bed, started putting her riding boots on, and said “Yes.”

When they were ready, he walked through to the toy hauler and dropped the ramp. He powered the air bags then rolled his bike down the ramp. When he had cleared the ramp, Pixy closed and locked up.

Mary came up to him with lost look “Anything I can do?”

John handed her the keys to his rig and the trailer, “If something goes south, we may need pickup. Until then, stay here and monitor the security cameras.” She nodded and went inside.

After Pixy got on, he fired up and pulled up next to Gunny who was waiting in the Dodge. John said “When I get to a turn around, I’ll call. Leave me on speaker when I do. My phone is synced to the throat mic so it may sound a little strange.” She nodded at that.

John took off in the direction Cecile’s mother was approaching from, keeping an eye out for the truck in the oncoming lanes. They chatted over the throat mics as John walked Pixy through how to subvocalize. She turned out to be a natural at it.

After an hour riding, John spotted a median crossover to a side street that had a fruit stand that had access to both the side road and the highway. He turned in, then rolled up to highway edge, shut down, and dropped the airbags. He said, “Get us an apple and a water if they have it,” handing her a twenty without taking his eyes off the road for more time than it took to fish out the bill. Pixy unassed the bike and went to the stand.

On the distant horizon, John noted a plane as it glinted in the sun. He pulled out his monocular and focused on the plane. After watching for a minute, it became clear the plane was pacing a vehicle on the road.

Refocusing on the road he saw a hint of red peaking over a rise in the road.

Pixy returned with two bottles of water and nothing else “They don’t have any apples.”

John took the water and downed part of it, then said, “I think it’s show time anyway.”

He noticed something different about her, “Where’s your T-shirt?”

“I ditched it. This jacket is hot enough” she said as she unzipped it to her navel revealing her ample breast to anyone with an angle behind John.

They heard a scream of tires as a pickup tried to make the turn obviously staring at her tits instead of the road.

She zipped up and climbed on back again.

John looked up in time to see the target truck pass by. The brief glimpse he got of the driver looked like an older version of Cecile with longer hair.

He called Gunny “Target acquired and it has eyes in the sky. A loitering Cessna from the looks of it. No closely following cars yet.”

About that time, a BMW passed with two Asian males in it; one looked to be on a radio. As they passed, John noted a non-standard aerial on the rear deck.

John waited a few more moments, then chased after the Beemer.

John closed within 100 yards of the Beemer. He was close enough to see them use the mic every time an overpass came up.

He said to Pixy, “I want to be beside them at the next overpass. Try to get the driver’s attention so my helmet cam can get a clear picture of his face.”

Pixy replied “No problem!”

When the next overpass came into view, John gunned the bike pulling up beside them. Pixy leaned back into the rest, pulled her jacket zipper down, then pulled one of her nipples up to her mouth licking it.

John saw what she was doing and laughed. “If that don’t get their attention, they are gay.”

Seeing her lick her nipple, the driver lost all situational awareness and drifted off the side of the road. Unfortunately for them, there was a semi truck pulled over to the side in their way. The driver, coming back to his senses at the scream of his partner, jerked the wheel, but only managed to flip the car.

Seeing this, John put all the gas the big bike would handle into the motor, speeding ahead.

Pixy was just gawking at the scene with her jacket and tits flopping in the wind.

John said, “Cover up now” bringing her back to reality.

She got herself covered, just as a Nevada State Trooper crossed a rise in front of them.

John laughed “They’re going to have a hell of a time explaining that wreck!”

Pixy’s giggle sounded more like a purr through the throat mic.

John said “Get ready to put your T-shirt back on in a hurry.”

She pulled the garment out of her jacket and made ready.

He pulled over to the side. Pixy jumped off stripping her jacket, leaving her tits out for the world to see. A passing semi honked its horn. She got into the T-shirt and her jacket fast. While she did that, he tuned the base unit into CB channel 19.

When they got going again, there was what he feared. The truckers were hooting and hollering about the biker chick flashing her tits. John pulled over again pulling off his own jacket, then stuffed his carry piece into the saddle and locking it.

They got back underway again. The last thing they needed was to be harassed by a state trooper hearing this over citizens’ band radio. Hopefully the crashed Beemer would hold their attention long enough for them to clear the area.

He said to Pixy “Remind me to spank you later” with a laugh.

She reached around grabbing his package and said “I need a good spanking Big Daddy; I’ll definitely remind you.”

A thought occurred to him, he’d never ended the call with Gunny and crew. They’d likely heard everything.

“Gunny, you still on?”

“Oh yes, we are still here” came back “You’re going to have to tell us what ‘exactly’ she did later.”

At this, he told them play by play how Pixy had taken out the tail with only her tits. The women on the other end of the call were finding it very amusing.