Alice dunked into the garage, tossing her bag into the bike compartment on her bike and trading it for a black leather jacket. She was getting out of her while she could. She jumped on the black motorcycle, habitually running her left hand over the red dragon design on the side before mentally re-checking her items. She was as ready as she could ever be. She started up the bike, turning the key and running her finger over the DNA recognition that her dad put in so it wouldn't be stolen. The bike came to life with a low growl, something that felt satisfying even during a crisis. She hit the garage door button and grabbed her black helmet; time to leave.