Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 202

Tank POV

Savage did great meeting his parents for the first time in a very long time. He was nervous, he admitted to me quietly when Fixer was busy. He needed someone to talk to, and I was honored that he chose me.

I loved the way Fixer kept putting people in their place, taking no crap from anyone. I couldn’t have been prouder if I tried.

The flight home didn’t come soon enough, and the flight was getting a little rough towards the end.

I could see Savage fighting to keep control of the chopper as the wind picked up, in gusty swirls, but his previous flying experience shone through, making it look easier than it was. Even Uncle Simon had gone quiet, and I could see him tense up. Uncle Simon has been a passenger in choppers often enough to understand the dangers, but me? I fully trusted Savage and his flying ability, so I was not so scared. Maybe if I understood, it might have been a different story, and be as tense as Uncle Simon was. I had hold of Fixer’s hand, not much else I could do, strapped in snug

like we are; it wasn’t shaking. She, too, wasn’t concerned, sharing my trust.

“Look at the clouds, isn’t it pretty?” Fixer said softly, squeezing my hand to gain my moved my head to look out her side and saw the biggest blackest clouds ever, and u they were as she said, pretty. Hope the family on the ground isn’t caught up in it. Sticks will be coming home today; being stuck in this weather would not be good for her, and she would suit over the baby’s safety.

Savage landed like the pro that he was and had the chopper safely in the hangar before we made it to the back door. All of us are turning to watch him do what he does best. See no need to worry, unless he said to.

The kitchen was, well? Yeah, about what I would expect when you put two men in there, who rarely grace the kitchen, other than grabbing a snack. I couldn’t stop laughing all the way to our room.

But when we sat down to eat, I was amazed at what they had prepared. Crumbed, deep-fried chicken drumsticks, potato wedges, mashed potatoes, salad, homemade pizza, honey and soy chicken wings, and mushroom gravy. Looked good and impressive. Tasted as good as it looked.

We all tucked into the food, and I was pleased to see that Sticks had a bit of color back in her cheeks, and not looking like she would faint at any moment, eating her share of chicken

drumsticks. I feel we shall all be hovering around Sticks until she gets back on her feet; it can’t have been easy going through what she has been through.

Savage had joined us at the table and was enjoying the easygoing conversation, so different from what we had experienced earlier, doubting the Grandparents knew how to relax and just enjoy any longer. Jenny was rabbiting on about the purchases, with Melony joining in occasionally, about one she brought. Stick nodded as she listened, but had little to contribute until the question of how she was and how the baby was faring came up.

“The nurse will come when she can. I will cope; other new mothers do. Beside Prez said he would stay here with me till the nurse arrives.” Sticks replied, then had to stop when Fixer’s phone rang, and she answered it.

“Yes… Understand… Stay safe… yeah, soon…. Bye.” It’s hard to listen to one-sided conversations. I lay odds it was Tandy cancelling tomorrow, because of the sudden storm.

“Tomorrow postponed, some trees are down in town, and it’s all hands on deck. Tandy was asking if we could send some of our guards to go help out Fixer looked at Uncle Simon as she spoke, almost like she was asking his permission to send her men out.

“I will send out a memo to our club members and get as many out to help. Where are they meeting?” Prez pulled out his phone and started to type.

“Civic centre.”

“Call Dirk, see how many we still have stationed here.” Uncle Simon replied as he pulled out his phone.

Fixer text Dirk, who arrived quickly.

“Boss?” Just then, Jenny’s phone rang.

“Sir?.. Yes… on it.” She pulled the phone from her ear.

“All staff called in, a group of children out camping is trapped. What’s the chance of using the chopper? When the worst of the storm calms enough to fly? The boss wants to know what we can do.” Jenny said, staring at Fixer, to have all the answers.

“Jenny, get information on where the muster point will be. Dirk, can you get as many men as you can to that place, take what you need? Savage, how soon can you be in the air?” Fixer was in her zone, and even Uncle Simon was texting madly.

Savage pulled out his phone, pushed something, and looked up.

I pulled Fixer to me and gave her a kiss.

“Stay safe, don’t do anything stupid. Or try to.” I didn’t like leaving Fixer to head out to danger. I worried about the baby, and almost commanded her not to go, but I knew that would be a stupid idea.

Leaving Fixer to do her thing, I loaded my truck with emergency gear and soon followed the security team down our drive and out towards the civic center.

We had to stop twice to drag a tree to the side of the road before we made it to town. The place looked like a war zone, trees down, some over cars shop windows smashed, debris everywhere. The civic center was full of people running around, doing the coordinator’s bidding. I reached the main man.

“Sir, thirty men, here, for radios, before heading to the bluff.” I was going to the bluff to help with the rescue.

“Thank you, Groups of four, one radio per group, this is the area I need you to go to, and start your ground search. Don was setting up a command center up there.” He had a map out and pointed to where we should meet.

Quickly, Dirk organised the men into groups and handed out the radios. We had to drive with care, as the roads were lined with trees, both small and large; our vehicles were four-wheel-drive and could maneuver around most of them. I arrived at the designated area.

A man in the same uniform as Jenny was at a large table, maps spread out, rocks holding them in place.

“Don?” He looked up when I called his name and nodded.

“I am Tank. Thirty of our men are ready in groups to go.”

As a group, we listened to his instructions, grabbed the gear from my truck, and headed out in the groups we had made. We looked like army men, out on patrol as we jogged towards the bluff, and where they had last been told the children might be the place was a mess, and moving about was hard work. I haven’t carried this much gear in years, and I’m glad I kept up with my training in the gym.