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“What <span class="mu-i">did</span> you speak with that Von Blum about…” Magnus said under his breath, “You aren’t concerned about those gangs, then?”
“Nah. They’re nothin’ I haven’t dealt with before.”
You wondered if you should have told Edelschwert about the Kommissariat Operatives that Mathilda had warned you of, but…then he might not want to put you at risk. He was brave enough not to fear those clowns of course, but whenever you had been involved in something, he’d tried to keep you from the worst of it, got mad when you defied him and dove in anyways, put himself in the way between you and harm.
If you told him, he might not want to go on this date with you, might want to go away for your safety, and you just couldn’t bear that.
Let them come. Biker gangs, Kommissariat vengeance seekers, let them test Hell’s Wildcat, let them test the Knight of Palatenhugel. Let them prove if they were worthy of concern at all.
You cleared taking two VAM-6Cs out with the garage master, and led Magnus along to a set, rolled one out and put your foot on the kickstart. A fierce stomp was needed to get these things in gear- you appreciated how they played hard to get, as you gave two or three pumps with your foot before the bike roared to life, then growled a heavy thrumming in idling. You grinned up at Magnus. “Makes those Netillian budget bikes sound like they need t’ eat more eggs, huh?”
Edelschwert raised his eyebrows, obviously impressed. “I feel like I’ve competition in that mount.”
You winked at him in a flirty tilt of your head as you threw your leg over the machine and sat down on it. “I’m running away with it, don’tcha know? If y’ don’t like it? Come and catch me, pretty man.”
With a turn of the throttle, you felt the power under you build and roar. You loved motorbikes so much for that. So much strength, with such a delicate motion. A beast that was but an extension of the body, barely more effort needed to master it than raising a finger.
If Edelschwert wasn’t on your tail when you looked back, you might have to turn the joke into a threat.
>Take him down into the Capital. It’s where you’d have to go anyways- and the traffic made things interesting.
>Go into the winding hill roads. Test your man’s driving- and your own. It was more scenic and prettier.
>The roads out into the countryside were long and straight- you could go the fastest there, and you’d have a better chance of being alone with your boyfriend.
>Something else?
