Overhaul X Hawks Novels & Stories

“Blackmoon colors.” Rin shaded her eyes. Sure enough, a dark shape cut a looping path across the sky. The bird banked once, then arrowed down toward them, a small leather cylinder strapped to its leg. Jax lifted an arm; the hawk landed there with a disgruntled flap, talons digging into his bracer. “You again,” he told it. “You better be bringing something worth all this effort.” He unbuckled the cylinder and passed it to Rhea. The hawk pecked at his ear, offended, and then launched itself back into the sky.

It is already very strange that none has passed by as they moved and then nearly had the accident. A loud piercing screech suddenly resounds overhead, jolting Kudaisi and informing him that his troubles are not over just yet. He looks up sharply to see the three hawks descend fast towards him. The biggest hawk is at the forefront followed by the smaller two by its sides. Their widespread wings make them seem even bigger, the one in the lead especially which seem almost as wide as the car which just left me running. “Run!” Iya Agba screams.

Adam smiled with real pleasure and obeyed her dismissal. Adrienne squeezed her eyes shut tightly but upon the pink-gray insides of her eyelids shadows arose. Images of being held between the Hawk's rock-hard thighs, wrapped in arms that were bands of steel. His voice murmuring her name over and over, calling her back, commanding her back. Demanding that she live. Whispering words of what? What had he said? "She lives, Lord Buzzard-" "Hawk" "Both birds of prey. What difference?" "A buzzard is a scavenger. A hawk selects his kill as carefully as a falcon. Stalks it with the same unerring con-viction. And fails as frequently which is never."

She searched his face for exaggeration, but Tank’s eyes were steady, his tone simple. “That’s Tank for you,” Hawk muttered, shaking his head. “Looks like a grizzly, heart like a damn teddy bear.” The laughter that followed was rough, genuine. ________________ Hawk tipped his head back, blowing smoke into the night. “Fine. My turn. Out on the I-40 run couple years ago, Jackals thought they could tail us. I cut back on ‘em, made ‘em eat gravel. You should’ve seen the look on that bastard’s face when his bike slid out.”