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we would've had our pick of cars, but they were all wedged in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
none of the engines were running, which was pretty weird. i wasn't sure if the drivers had time to turn off the ignition before they got too sleepy. or maybe morpheus had the power to put engines to sleep as well (i'd have to ask silena later, or the hecate kids)
most of the drivers had apparently tried to pull to the curb when they felt themselves passing out, but still the streets were too clogged to navigate.
finally we found an unconscious man still straddling his yamaha cruiser. we dragged him off the cruiser and laid him on the sidewalk.
"sorry, dude," percy said. with any luck, we'd be able to bring his bike back. if i didn't, it would hardly matter, because the city would be destroyed.
"do you know how to drive this?" percy asked. "because i sure as hell can't."
"yeah," i muttered. "my dad got me a harley for my birthday, and i've been trying it out on a private track."
"you got a harley?" he muttered in disbelief. "and a private track?"
"yup," i said, popping the p. "i told my dad not get me a private track, but he wouldn't listen to me. he's a stubborn little shit."
"do you have a license?" he asked.
"nope," i answered, getting on it, and revving the engine. "you coming?"
percy climbed on behind me and hesitated. i gave him the helmet and he put it on once i told him i'd have energy shields protecting me.
"gods, percy," i muttered, when he was fumbling with where to place his hands. i grabbed them and wrapped them around my waist. it was a little awkward, but we were in the middle of the war, who cares?
percy cleared his throat and tensed.
i put the kickstand up, and drove the cruiser through the streets. our engine buzzed through the eerie calm.
