James Hunt - Broken Ties

The cigarette in her hand stayed unlit. She just felt better holding it. It’d been more than fifteen years since she smoked, but tonight she desperately wanted to light it.

It remained pinched between her fingers. Every once in a while she’d bring it to her lips, a motion that felt seamless. She’d let it hang there, dangling from her lower lip, begging to be lit. Then she’d rip it out of her mouth and clutch the cigarette in her hand tightly.

Mike would bring Kalen home. Anne knew that. He wouldn’t let their daughter stay in the hands of whatever creatures were in that town.

A shudder ran through her thinking of what they would do to her if they caught her, of what they’d do to Mary.

Anne just couldn’t wrap her head around why her daughter would leave, why would she put herself in that type of danger? She knew Kalen had been through a lot, but she seemed like she was getting better.

She shoved the cigarette back into the package. She crushed the packet in her hands and tossed it angrily into the depths of the forest.

The town was dark. The only light provided was the reflection of the moon. Mike, Ulysses, Tom, Clarence, and Fay all moved in unison. Mike and Ulysses were up front, while Tom, Clarence, and Fay brought up the rear.

Mike could tell his father was still limping from twisting his knee a few days ago, but he didn’t have the brain power to concentrate on anything but getting Kalen back.

He knew Fay would be able to keep up, and Clarence was a decent enough shot, but the weakest link of the group was Tom. This wasn’t an elite group of fighters, but it was what Mike had to work with.

“You said there were twenty bikers?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, could be more though. I only got a look at a handful of them, but there were a lot of bikes parked out front at the motel,” Ulysses answered.

The five of them took time to scan the streets on the edge of the town, hiding in the tall grass. If Mike could swing it, he’d like to get his daughter back without having to fire a shot, but the doubt of that happening was growing in the back of his mind.

If the bikers saw or heard him before they were able to get Kalen out, they’d hurt her. Mike couldn’t take that chance.

“Okay, here’s the plan. Fay, Clarence, and Ulysses, you go and set yourselves up on the second story of one of the buildings across from the motel. You have enough ammo to provide a lot of cover fire. I only want you to shoot if you hear someone else shooting first, understand?” Mike asked.

“Of course,” Clarence said.

“Got it,” Fay replied.

“I should be coming with you,” Ulysses said.

“Dad, you’re still limping from the other day. Whoever goes into get the girls will have to be mobile, and right now you’re not.”

“I’m on the ground with you?” Tom asked.

“You stay on my tail the whole way in. You have the silencer I gave you?” Mike asked.

“I got it,” Tom said.

“If the girls are dead,” Mike said, pausing after the last word left his mouth. “Then I’m going to draw the bikers out. And I want to bury all of them. If you have a problem with that, then tell me now.”

The others didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go,” Mike said.

The group took off. Ulysses, Clarence, and Fay headed toward the other side of the street, keeping low until they found a good spot across from the motel.

While Mike tried to be as quiet as possible, Tom marched behind him like an elephant stampeding through a field.

“Try and keep it quiet,” Mike said.

“I am.”

Mike counted the bikes out front. Ulysses was right; there were at least twenty of them. If they doubled up when they rode here then there could be even more.

“We’ll check the first floor and work our way around. I’ll check the windows. You just make sure no one sees us,” Mike said.

“And if someone does?”

“Kill them fast.”

The first few rooms were empty. When they got to the end of the hall and started making their way to the other side, one of the doors opened. Mike and Tom jumped behind a staircase to hide.

The biker never looked their way as he headed through the courtyard. Mike stayed put, making sure he didn’t come back, then made his way to the room he just left.

Mike kept the barrel of the rifle buried in the crack of the door and slowly turned the handle. The inside was dark. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the room was empty.

They left and continued checking the other rooms as they passed them. A few of them had bikers inside, making Mike and Tom crawl for a few feet below the window, but Kalen and Mary weren’t anywhere on the first floor.

The second floor wasn’t any better. All of those rooms were empty. Wherever the girls were, the bikers weren’t keeping them at the motel.

Mike sat on the edge of the bed in the last empty room they checked. The dim light of hope that his daughter was still alive was fading.

Then he heard two voices coming up the stairs outside. Mike raised his rifle, poised to shoot, aiming at the door.

Tom’s head was on a swivel as he kept glancing between the window and Mike. He slowly moved to the back of the room.

Mike positioned himself in the right front corner next to the window so he could get a clear shot.

“I wish Jake hadn’t beaten them up so bad.”

“Yeah, they would’ve been a good lay if their faces weren’t all fucked up.”

“Did he say what he wanted to do with them?”

“They’re supposed to stay alive for now. Jake thinks they got help from people staying in a cabin nearby. We’re going to check in the morning.”

Mike watched the patches on the backs of the bikers’ cuts fade out of view along with the sound of their voices.

The girls were hurt, but they were still alive. The bikers were coming from somewhere, now he just had to find out where they were coming from.

Mike cracked the door and saw one of the bikers turn into a room a few doors down while the other kept walking. He waited until the other biker disappeared into his own room.

“Mike,” Tom said.

“We’ll go down and ambush him. But we have to keep him quiet. I’ll hold him down while you gag him.”

“Mike, listen.”

“What?”

“If we know they’re alive and it looks like most of the bikers will be heading out for a search party in the morning, why don’t we just wait until then to look for them. There’ll be less chance of us getting caught.”

“Because they might not be alive in the morning.”

Tom didn’t have kids. He wasn’t a father. If he could do something to get his daughter out, then he was going to explore every opportunity that presented itself, and right now one of them was less than a hundred feet away from them.

Mike counted the rooms off quietly in this head. One. Two. Three. He could feel his pulse quicken. He checked the window. The room was empty, but the bathroom door was open.

Mike opened the door quietly, keeping the handle turned when he shut it to avoid the door clicking when he closed it.

He set the rifle on the bed and motioned for Tom to do the same. The sound of the urine hitting the toilet was followed by the groan of relief. Mike put his back to the wall just outside the door, and when the biker came out Mike covered his mouth and held him in a headlock.

“Grab the zip ties out of my bag,” Mike said.

Tom pulled two zip ties and grabbed the biker’s legs, taking a boot to the face in the process but eventually tying him up.

Mike replaced his hand with the biker’s bandana, shoved it in his mouth, then zip-tied his hands behind his back.

The biker squirmed on the bed, struggling to free himself. Sweat dripped from the tip of Mike’s nose as he pulled a blade from his belt. He could see the whites of the biker’s eyes stare at the sharp edge of steal in his hand.