Wrath
The old warehouse had been empty for a few months, but with generators connected, the music playing, and the bikes all parked in sections, it looked like the perfect way to spend the day.
He parked his bike in an empty space, waiting for Jenna to park the truck right behind his bike. He couldn’t park with the Warriors, it would be seen as favoritism, and that his allegiance lay with them and only them. This way, he was still just Wrath, the lone rider. He spotted the Warriors immediately, and Weasel took the shopping bags from Jenna’s hands.
“You are sitting with us, aren’t you?”
Jake grinned. “Yeah, Weasel, we’re sitting with you.”