«We Could be Heroes»

(Oh, crap. Forgot about pretzel land.)

James frowned at the graffiti. Not the ones that boasted the artists' names, nor the swears, nor the illegible. But one with simple, white paint, and very legible. It read, 'beware the sound of silence.' He laughed at it as he strode into the pretzel stand, and stepped behind the dividing wall to where all the weapons were.
Sammy followed him in, then abruptly stopped. "So... you store your weapons in a pretzel stand." She said to no one in particular. Next time I see a pretzel stand, I'm going to comment on their umbrellas. she thought, smirking.
The motorcycle lead them down the streets, weaving between trashcans and splashing through puddles of grease. For once, was glad for the helmet, else someone might see her eyes growing misty.
Crow held on tightly to Janet, scared of getting blown off. That would not be pleasant at all.
 
The motorcycle lead them down the streets, weaving between trashcans and splashing through puddles of grease. For once, was glad for the helmet, else someone might see her eyes growing misty.
(Woah, woah, woah. James is in an underground subway. We're headed outta town.)
Tayn tried to get a better grip on the seat there really didn't seem to be a good way to hold herself on the seat. Noel sat sandwiched between her and Janet. she was gripping metal handles that were under the edge of the seat. The girl must have ridden a motorcycle before. maybe she was Noel. she thought.
 

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