The Regulators - 02 by Michael Clary Page A

divide my time between laughing at him and
being paranoid about an attack. It seemed to take him forever to slide open the
gate and when he did, he made a lot of noise.
    I drove through as soon as he had the gate open far enough.
I almost ran over his foot in the process, but better that than have another
massive fight in the same night.
    I tapped my earpiece for Hardin.
    “Which house is it?” I asked.
    “He’s in Georgie’s old house,” Hardin answered.
    That was good news; I was beginning to hear screams echoing
around in the nearby neighborhoods, and Georgie’s house was right in front of
us on the left hand side of the street.
    “Georgie,” I said. “Use your keypad to open the garage door.
I’m going to back in the Jeep to keep it out of sight. Everyone else follows
Georgie to keep him covered.”
    We were all safely in the garage by the time the screams got
louder. I wasn’t too worried about the zombies massing around the gate. There
were plenty of elevated stands to shoot from if it came to that, and they’d
probably drift off by themselves anyway if they didn’t see anyone outside.
    From the garage, we entered Georgie’s house. All the lights
were off except the one in the kitchen. I was leading the way with Georgie
right behind me. We held our weapons at the ready in case the place was
occupied by anything nasty.
    We were entering the kitchen when something came hurtling
from the darkness beyond the bright kitchen light. It narrowly missed my left
ear, but it nailed Georgie right in the forehead, bounced off and shattered on
the floor.
    All of us immediately ducked for cover. Except for Georgie,
he just sort of sat down after he got hit.
    For about thirty seconds nobody moved.
    Then we heard the laughter coming from the shadows. I looked
back towards Georgie and the broken glass all around his still form. The fucker
had nailed him with a beer bottle, and by the sound of our attacker, he thought
that was pretty damn amusing.
    “If I had a gun, I could have shot all you pussies,” a voice
said that I immediately recognized.
    I wasn’t happy. I was not happy at all. He was gonna be a
pain in the ass. The guy was a habitual line-stepper.
    “Well, we weren’t exactly expecting you to start chunking
beer bottles at us, now were we?” I said as I stood up and motioned everyone
else to do the same.
    Our attacker followed my example and stepped out from the
shadows and into the kitchen light. He was grinning from ear to ear. I heard
Georgie moan and Kingsley groan as they realized who it was.
    “What the hell are you pussies doing here?” Nick said. “And
where in the Hell is Jaxon?”

Chapter 3
    Nick

 
 
    Nick is a very large
man. I realized just how large the minute he walked into the room. I’ve seen
him in photos before, but photos simply do not do his size justice. He makes
all the other team members look rather small. According to Dudley, he’s even
taller than Kingsley who tops out close to 6’2. His arms were massive and his
legs were just shy of tree trunks. He had black hair and a somewhat boyish face
that carried a ready smile.
    He offered me his hand
immediately. His skin was soft and somewhat clammy .
    It’s about time you decided to interview me. You should have
talked to me last time.
    “ I was doing a story
about the General and how he came to be .”
    Came to be?
    “ I was doing a story
about his origins and how things started in El Paso .”
    Yeah, yeah, I knew what you meant. I’ve seen you before ya
know? When you went and interviewed Jax the first time. You were looking all
nervous. It’s a pretty good look on you. I tried to get him to introduce us,
but he never did.
    “ Uh huh, well I’ve
certainly heard about you. Make no mistake about that .”
    Really, what have you heard?
    “ I probably shouldn’t
say .”
    Go ahead.
    “ Well, I heard about
you from Jaxon .”
    Never mind, I don’t wanna hear it.
    “ He said that you’re a
wanton man whore with no