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whateva ya want,” groaned the fat man on the ground. I ignored him and peeled back the curtain. The manager was just outside the check-in building on his cell phone, looking at the room I had rented. There were only two ways this was going to go down and it all depended on who was on the other line of that call. If it was the police, I was fucked.
    “What'ya want?” he pleaded, waddling his way back to the bed like a turtle after he'd righted himself. Briefcase on the side wall, pressed suit hanging over a chair, empty bottles of wine. Wife and kids probably at home waiting for him to come back from some bullshit conference . Sure, fuck, but don't be so damn spineless about it. Assholes like these made me sick.
    “Shut the fuck up and get in the bathroom. If that door isn't locked when I come over there and check, I'm going to fuck you both to death with this gun. You understand me?” They nodded gravely and complied for the most part. The woman dragged the bedsheets with her to preserve some laughable modicum of modesty. The irony forced the corner of my mouth up in a sliver of a smile. I dismissively waved the gun toward the bathroom then turned back to the window.
    All that was left to do was wait and see.
    I'd rummaged through their shit for valuables and was a few sips into an unopened bottle of wine when I heard the noise. Motorcycle engines. Music to my ears. If this works, it'll be a fucking masterpiece. Now which shade of evil was it?
    I couldn't make out the name at that distance but I could easily see the colors they were flying. Yellow and red. Los Lobos. They knew the area better, it made sense that they would get here first. Fifteen bikers pulled in, not a bad showing to deal with one guy. Although founded in California by some white guy veteran, most Lobos up here were Latin and they fucking hated the Veins. Lots of bad blood, hence all the muscle.
    They didn't even bother going in and talking to the guy that called them. They parked, pulled out whatever weapons they had on them and half of them bee-lined to my old room. The other half stayed behind to catch me if I came out another door or to spot other Veins or cops. I heard them kick the door in all the way down where I'd been earlier.
    When they didn't find me they kicked in the next door down. The manager hollered as he came rushing out with a set of keys. He didn't want all his doors busted. The third room had people in it. Junkies, high on a nod, ran screaming down the hallway. There wasn't many doors left between me and them.
    Slam. Another door unlocked and thrown opened. They were two doors down and it started looking pretty grim. I quietly lowered the table on its side. It would do fuck-all for protection but at least it offered some cover when the busted in. If the Kill Team were already in town they should've been all over me by now. Where the fuck were they?
    Slam. That was the last one, next is mine. Any second now, I would hear the keys manipulating the lock and the door would be thrown wide. This was about to get messy and the odds weren’t in my favor. I had no additional ammo, just whatever was left in my gun. Five shots. I snapped the clip back in.
    I wanted to focus but my thoughts kept drifting back to Star.  It felt good knowing she was OK, but I selfishly wanted her here with me. If anything could force me through a situation, it was knowing I had to protect her. Wishing I could put her in harms way was pretty fucked up, even for me. I couldn't help but want her near me, though.
    I had to remind myself that she was gone. And that I'd ostracized myself from my family. What did I really have to fight for anymore? The fleeting hope that eventually, whenever I got around to not almost being killed that I might see her again? No, it was over. When the Lobos bursted in, I'd make them work for it. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    I'm sorry, Star . I'll miss you most of all.
    The slam didn't come. There was shouting and