Bab 167: Why Wichita

A familiar graffiti covered van pulled up and the cute asian girl hopped out and skipped over to us. She was wearing a harness with pistols attached on the front of each side of her hips. They were customized silver and black with short barrels. 

"Rui," Jake said. "Take him to the warehouse." He turned to me. "Practice with your exo for a day and I'll come get you tomorrow morning. Rui will show you the ropes."

With shorts which barely covered her ass she skipped back to the van and opened the door. With a flourish she said, "Get in big boy." Without any grace I wobbled over the dozen steps to the van, crouched and climbed in. As soon as my ass was clear of the door she slammed it shut. 

Within moments we were skidding through the streets at a rate of knots. "Slow down for the corners," I yelled while banging on the cab.

I heard rather than saw the roller door go up and down before she let me out. "Am I still in hiding?" I asked and she shrugged.