Treasure Ch. 26-30

She smiled as she unwrapped her own big sandwich. "Things still busy?" She shook her head as she thought about his schedule, as a resident he was basically slave labor to the hospital. He was ALWAYS working.

He nodded and took a drink of the milk before talking again. "Two more days and then I should be able to get home. I miss Mom's cooking." He took another big bite and swallowed it down before continuing. "How is your assignment going?"

"It's slow. I'm glad to be close to home, I can drive to the House after I get done late at night and decompress. I just feel like I need to take a shower and burn my clothes after being in those places. Smoke, beer and human sweat steeped in lust isn't a good smell for me. My team likes it too, they can stay with us instead of being stuck in some sleazy motel." She had three other wolves, all future Betas from other Packs, who were working with her. They provided backup and were responsible for snatching the elusive Ms. King if she could find her. "It's more fun than being stuck on stakeout duty in Orlando with her Mom. Those guys have to be rotated out every month or so, before the Club notices them being around all the time. At least we get to ride and drink."

He got a page, shaking his head as he looked at it. He finished off the sandwich, washing it down with the rest of the milk. "Thanks for bringing this, Coral. I have to go."

"I know. Take care of yourself, and I'll see you at home Sunday." He gave her a hug, then went back through the door that electronically locked behind him. She took a few more minutes, eating the rest of her sandwich and the fries that he'd left on the table. Cleaning up after herself, she waved to the guard and went back into the elevator.

She drove to a gas station, carrying a bag into the restroom to change into her 'clubbing' gear- high heeled boots, tight jeans and a Harley crop top with a leather jacket over it. Putting the nicer clothes in her saddlebag, she headed southwest towards Renton. She had met a guy earlier in the week, and Nuke had told her she should come by sometime and party with him. She should be there by ten, plenty early to show up at a biker party.

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The group of four arrived at Sea-Tac airport at eight PM, plenty of time before their 9:38 Alaska Air flight to Orlando. The flight was full, and a crying baby in the row ahead of her and a rambunctious and sleep-deprived toddler kicking her seat left Rori tired and grumpy by the time they landed just before six in the morning. To make it worse, there wasn't enough room in the overhead compartments for their bags, so they were waiting at baggage claim for them. "Our ride is waiting," Werewolf said as he came back to their group. Their cuts were packed, you didn't wear them when riding in cars or airplanes, and they were trying to be low-key; at least as low-key as a middle-aged guy who was intimidating as hell, his stacked wife, muscled son and hot daughter could look.

Eventually the bags were retrieved, and they were loaded into a 10-passenger van with tinted windows. As soon as the door closed, Rori leaned over the front seat. "TRIPOD!" Rori hugged the driver from behind, he was the Vice President of the Orlando chapter.

"Great to see you again, Rori. You look fantastic."

"I'm so happy to be here. Let's get going!"

He pulled forward, staying by the curb. "Can't, we're still waiting for Mongo to come out with your roommate for the weekend. The Clubhouse is full, so you're going to have to double up in your room."

No big deal, she thought, lots of people were coming in. "Do I know her?"

"Pretty sure you do." A few minutes later, the big biker President walked out with a tall, leggy blonde with her hair in a high ponytail. Her Mom was walking on the other side. "Don't say anything until we leave," he told her as her jaw hung open.

The sliding door opened, and Mongo helped the ladies up with their bags. The door had barely closed before the screeches of two teens had the rest holding their ears. Rori was hugging her best friend Jenny, both of them crying their eyes out, as her Mom looked on in shock.

Tripod put it in gear and pulled out as Mongo just smiled.