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up her purse from the ground.
    Unfortunately, this call meant they were at the end of the date for the evening. Disappointment rolled through her. She wasn’t ready for it to end.
     
    Game 2 Results:
    Texas Tech (21): 31
    vs.
    Florida State (24): 21
     
     

Week 3: Take One for the Team
    Shanae
    Shanae swung her leather-clad leg over the seat of her black Hayabusa motorcycle in the gravel parking lot for Mickey’s, a bar that appeared to be full of other bikers from the amount of chrome in the parking lot. Word had come into LiFT that the Intrepids Motorcycle Club was holding a meeting here tonight about the same time they’d been informed she needed to be here for a pickup. She wasn’t sure if the two events were related or not.
    When she’d moved to Lubbock, she’d begun to regularly hang out at this particular bar about once a week because of its reputation with the motorcycle gangs. Mickey’s was a seedy— but clean— little hole in the wall kind of bar, five minutes out of Lubbock on a little bitty country road. It was one of those bars that people found by reputation and word of mouth. Mickey, the owner, was a biker before it became cool and he catered to others like him. He had a true passion for motorcycles.
    They knew her here so no one would question her on nights like tonight when something was actually going down. It just meant that she’d had to cut her date with Mudflap much shorter than she liked. But she couldn’t think about him now. She had a job to focus on here.
    The bartenders and bouncers all knew her as Shay, a nurse with a serious motorcycle fetish. As Shay, she always came here in full black leather, a chic, straight, black blunt-cut wig, dark blue contacts in her eyes, heavy makeup, and a facial scar applied with a bit of prosthetics. The guys who frequented this bar couldn’t care less about how her face looked. Her body’s attributes were shown off in the tight, black leather, so no one ever looked twice at the facial scar. But it provided her another layer of anonymity if she ran into one of these guys in her other lives.
    As she entered the darkened bar, a quick scan told her the motorcycle club was seated in a group at the back. She headed over to the bar, nodding at a few regulars along the way. Sliding into a barstool, she made eye-contact with Troy, the bartender, who came over to serve her.
    “Hey, Shay. Corona or tequila for you tonight?”
    “It was a long day at work. You better make it tequila.” As Troy turned around and grabbed the tequila bottle, she asked, “Is your little one over his croup yet?”
    Troy poured her a shot and nodded. “Yeah, he’s great. Your suggestions really helped. Thanks.”
    “So, what’s going on tonight? This isn’t your normal crowd.” She nodded her head toward the gang in the back.
    Troy lowered his voice. “They come in every once in a while, but you should probably stay away from that group. They’re bad news.”
    “Really?” She cocked an eyebrow and looked back over the group appraisingly. She’d already spotted a couple of guys she recognized as the upper echelon of the Intrepids leadership. “I don’t know. They look like they could be fun to me.” She gave a flirty smile as she met the gaze of one guy who just happened to be looking her way. She twisted slightly in her seat so the full effect of her leather push-up corset was obvious to the guy. Interest lit up in his eyes.
    She didn’t want to be too obvious, so she turned back to Troy and tossed back the shot of tequila. “I’ll take another. Thanks, Troy.” Although, one was her limit when out on a mission. The next one would just be a prop for her to fiddle with as she sat at the bar.
    The TV behind the bar was tuned to a sports channel where they were discussing college football. “So what do you think? Will Tech be able to go all the way like they’re predicting?”
    Troy glanced over at the TV as he reached around to grab the tequila bottle. “I don’t