7: Arson Collects Gas Money

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Kent's Point of View

Turning the engines on were easy. Steering the motorcycle? Well, that was the hard part.


It took so much strength to steer a hard right or left. Much more put on the brakes.




The sound pressure did carry the rider and the vehicle at fast speeds, but the pressure was too much that it made an independent concentration field.


In English, imagine the sound pressure as the wheels of a car, only the mugs of the wheel are heavier than a 50 kg dumb bell. You'd be steering like crazy.



And it was hard. You had to be a minute advance once you make a turn so you can prepare man power to steer the wheel.

Plus, riding in the sewers with golden water whisking through your face is VERY distracting.


Arson seemed pretty good at riding it for a kid. He looked like he drove  motorcycles as morning warm ups.


While I struggled to get the hang of it. I took a left and the side mirror slid off as sparks went flying because my right side was scraping on the wall.


I was adjusting to my "wall" mistake when Arson suddenly stopped.



I steered the wheel and stepped on the breaks to stop impact.



*SKITTTTTTT*

Steam went off as my engine drained out.


"180 drift," Arson mumbled, "Pretty nice."


He left his motorcycle and started touching the walls.


My expression shifted to a confused look while he ignored me. He continued looking for something in the walls when a light suddenly glowed from one of steel walls.



It was glowing gold, and it seemed to resemble a letter. . .



"G"


It was a letter G. Ladders suddenly appeared all the way to the top, to where I fell from.

"Genesis made these. He built his signs all over town to aid people in need. Pretty generous huh?" He explained.





Genesis. I heard the name again.

Arson started climbing the ladder while I followed behind him.



When we got out, it was late afternoon. The sun was almost down. I realized just how long I was down there.




"We'll rest for today. I need to talk to you about many things. You're the only one I could rely on here." I said.



He nodded excitedly.


"But where do we stay?" I asked him.



"Uhm, how about anywhere you want?" He laughed afterwards.


At first I didn't get him until he explained to me about this city having no curfew time, so you can sleep and stay wherever you want.



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