Ramifications: Day 14

Word Count: 84,004

Summary of Events:

Lachlan managed to decipher two of the stolen papers from the man he'd shot — who had died of his wounds from the shooting and the crash — before Harrison found him and told him to go track the drugs down he'd lost. Dom and the Board's meeting was interrupted by Bethany announcing Mr. Arnold had called and was willing to give them free groceries whenever they needed them. Lachlan decided to infiltrate one of the rival gang's clubs to get information, and got a little from their prisoners — although the prisoners mocked him before he left them . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"Turning around to head back up the stairs, Lachlan found himself face to face with a man about his heigh, but broader and bulkier.

"And just who are you?" the man asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Lachlan replied.

"Oh really?" the man asked. "Well I think I can find out pretty easily."

He reached for Lachlan's neck.

Lachlan ducked down into a squat and thrust himself between the man's legs.

"Slippery little eel," the man said, turning around.

Rolling onto his back, Lachlan raised his upper body with his ams before pulling his legs off the floor and throwing his feet at the man's abdomen.

He made connection, but the man grabbed his ankle.

Lachlan struggled against the vice-grip of the man's hand while the man laughed and drew his gun.

Grabbing hold below his own knee, Lachlan pulled himself close to the man and seized his gun hand in one hand while drawing out his knife with the other.

"Gun wins," the man said, training the barrel at Lachlan's head.

Lachlan reared up his knife and brought it down hard on the man's wrist, prompting him to let go of Lachlan's ankle and his gun as he bellowed in pain.

Quickly Lachlan took up the gun and scrambled toward the stairs.

He heard the door above him slam open and looked up the stairs to see another gangster, even bulkier than the first.

Pulling the trigger, Lachlan sent the man at the top of the stairs tumbling down them to reveal another man behind him.

Lachlan charged up the stairs, firing as he went, and took out another five men before driving his knife deep into the abdomen of the man at the top of the stairs and then giving it a hard twist.

He drew it out and ran down the hallway to the only door to his left now that he was going down the hallway in the opposite direction.

Sheathing his knife and stuffing the gun into his backpack with his own, Lachlan grabbed a large plastic jug of petrol and opened it before pouring its contents over the long line of motorcycles as he made his way to the exit door.

The door that he'd left behind opened as Lachlan pulled out his matchbook. He tore off a match, struck it, and tossed it into the petrol on the floor, instantly setting the whole room ablaze while the man at the other end shouted in alarm.

Lachlan, meanwhile, bolted out the door and back down the alley toward where he'd parked his bike, confident no one would be pursuing him.

When he reached where his bike had been parked he stopped short. It wasn't there.

He stared at the empty stall completely baffled. But he'd parked it right there. Where had it gone?"