Lyla
I crouched at the first tree line on a hill above the Oklahoma City LOC compound. Conner and Kellen on my right, Roadkill, Trigger, Badger and Monk on my left. We had a tentative plan before we left Santa Fe. Go in, get the girls, burn down the clubhouse with whoever was inside.
But as we surveyed the area, we found that the plan needed to change. We had made good time getting there. I wanted to go in after everyone was down for the night, so I had hours to rest and watch the movements.
We watched as an ol’ lady would go to a small building and come out with a girl fighting to get away until the ol’ lady punched her, making the girl become more docile. Monk had volunteered to get closer to scope out what was going on. I was impressed by the way he melted into the shadows and s
