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Melia
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Matt just did not have time for this. His mind was whirring at it's fastest possible pace. Part of him was tempted to just forget about the bike, he would deal with it later, and the other part of him wanted to give those kids what they had coming to them. He was in the process of calling a taxi cab when Michael approached him. Now where had this kid come from? He felt his stomach drop as he imagined more kids like the ones down the street moving into the neighborhood. The kids had already started up their own gang, and while he wasn't their only source of entertainment, he was very well aware that he was on their list of ways to have fun. How long before this kid got suckered into joining them?
At the moment though, it seemed he was helping him, so he nodded. "Thanks, kid. Stay cool," he said before taking off at his somewhat awkward run to start the chase. He finished calling his taxi, just in case this all went south, because his number one priority right now was to talk to Kristie and if that meant losing his bike (and all of his research contents in the trolley- an inward groan) to those little terrorists, so be it. He could always get another bike and build another (better) trolley. And he could always replace his research papers. (But not the notes he'd written on them- another much more out loud groan).
Stupid kids. Ha ha. What a funny joke it all was. He was laughing so very hard. At the very least they'd probably slash the tires so he couldn't use it anyway. That alone was almost enough for him to give up chase and just wait for the cab. However right at that second, he caught a glimpse of the red handlebar disappearing around the corner of the dilapidated warehouse down the street. Great. A children gang's playground. Safety first, kids.
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
At the moment though, it seemed he was helping him, so he nodded. "Thanks, kid. Stay cool," he said before taking off at his somewhat awkward run to start the chase. He finished calling his taxi, just in case this all went south, because his number one priority right now was to talk to Kristie and if that meant losing his bike (and all of his research contents in the trolley- an inward groan) to those little terrorists, so be it. He could always get another bike and build another (better) trolley. And he could always replace his research papers. (But not the notes he'd written on them- another much more out loud groan).
Stupid kids. Ha ha. What a funny joke it all was. He was laughing so very hard. At the very least they'd probably slash the tires so he couldn't use it anyway. That alone was almost enough for him to give up chase and just wait for the cab. However right at that second, he caught a glimpse of the red handlebar disappearing around the corner of the dilapidated warehouse down the street. Great. A children gang's playground. Safety first, kids.
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.