Page 51 of Citiali: Teach
He puts his hand up. “I’m not a vision kid, Brother. I'm telling you what I see. FBI/Badass Training is helping us out but nothing is hitting together and Falcon got hit hard. Cort is holding Brothers for the close Clubs to Phoenix.”
Oh fuck. “The ABSZ?”
“Military can’t step inside the gate and won’t shoot civilians. Falcon is their local Lead but he’s got no coms right now. Joshua is sending help but he’s twenty away.”
Holy fuck. “Tell me they’re covered.”
“Sorry, yeah, right now they’re covered. When Falcon is back up…Jesus,” he types and points to the feed that shows beside him. “Falcon is riding to the ABSZ. He can get the military to help. That tag is President.” I see the gold above his helmet.
I breathe. ABSZ will be okay. Falcon left his mess to make sure the Bits and civilians will be covered. The Brothers got some balls.
“Send an alert if you see shit coming our way or a Club needs help.”
Luke Rayne looks at me. “I think your gut is right, Brother. I get the feeling that this is a fight coming to you. Your girl is marked and we have the list she was on. Zeke said she’schosen like White Wave. Keep them safe, Brother. Something is off and the ancestors are with you for a reason. Use them.”
I nod. “I will, Brother. Get that to Nova. I’ll call Michaels.”
He throws chin and closes us down. I breathe and open to the ancestors. “If ever the fight for justice and peace was waged in your honor, the women and kids who lost so much deserve that to be now.” I ask for strength in Cherokee.
“What did you say, Brother. English is good.”
I repeat it for Ari.
“Let’s hope they hear it. Fuck the classes. Let’s get the Brothers readied and up to speed with what we know.”
I shake my head. “We can’t tell them about White Wave and Dyani. They’re shielded by all of us.”
“Right, chosen has our protection. I always think of the kids and Alpha-Bits.”
“Protectors, chosen, Alpha-Bits, shielded, slaves...fuck it, everyone in BSC area is guaranteed protection.”
He smiles pulling me out. “Technicalities fuck with my protect kid shit. Go get readied and tell Rocko and Dyani the new plan. I’ve got Kent and Marjorie. The dogs are here in,” he looks at his watch, “eight minutes. MB is their Control.”
I nod and jog down the stairs. Walking into the Flight closet, I push to the locker room and get geared up. My hair braids as I check my guns. Jogging out, I almost ram into Rocko.
“Brother.” His hands go to both my arms but he doesn’t connect. “The paint is dark on your face. What’s wrong?”
I step back in and lean over to see my face. “Asgina. Putam showed me a picture but it didn’t look like that.” I look at him. “Are my eyes gold?”
He nods. “You didn’t see?”
“Just making sure I wasn’t hallucinating.”
He laughs. “It’s freaky. If I didn’t know you, I’d be scared. What’s wrong?”
“Clubs are being hit with a battle I saw in vision but it was in Virginia. Atohi got some geeks to beef up IT and their Ops looks normal. New England is at war. Bravo and MC got hit. Veritable just stopped a hit. Luke Rayne believes my gut was right and we’ll be hit with Guardian. No one sees anything and the Protectors are all quiet but working to cover Clubs.”
“Oh fuck. We got Protector trainees. We can send ten to Guardian, right?”
I nod. “Pres is talking to Marjorie. He was thinking the same thing.”
He nods. “She’s a good one. She’s got planning down to science. You want me to get my class readied?”
I don’t correct his grammar but nod. “I’m going to Dyani right now. She’ll send them back. Get them readied, get with Mark for where mules are and stand readied. I feel like we’re running out of time.”
He starts walking toward the lockers. “I’ll be readied. Who’s on Ops?”
I’m surprised by the question. We’re Training not Ops. “We don’t have a Control or even a Lead. I haven’t worn a piece at all here.” Funny that I didn’t notice that.
