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<span class="mu-r">“Where the hell are you going!?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“I’m gonna convince Jack to get that broomstick insured.”</span> he joked, not slowing his pace as he answered you.
<span class="mu-r">“There’s no way he doesn’t crash that thing within the week. Your company’s gonna lose out on a pretty chunk of change.”</span> you replied, unintentionally falling into his pace.
<span class="mu-b">“Really? He seemed like a well adjusted guy to me.”</span>
You shook your head, grabbed your brother’s shoulder and spun him around again, much to his annoyance.
You leaned in close and lowered your voice. <span class="mu-r">“Be straight with me, Rich. Are you in trouble?”</span> you asked.
His jaw clenched, and he cast a conspiratorial glance around the area before responding. <span class="mu-b">“Believe me when I say this, Ben. It’s best if you stay out of it.”</span>
You gave him a flat look. <span class="mu-r">“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that, huh? You're squeaky clean compared to me.”</span>
Richard stared at you for an uncomfortably long time. If there weren’t people literally screaming in your ear, you would’ve said that the silence stretched on for what felt like forever.
Finally, your brother’s eyebrows rose and he gave you an appraising nod. <span class="mu-b">“Fine. Come with me.”</span> he decided, before turning around and walking away from the impending riot. You followed him.
After about a minute, Richard stopped in front of a particularly sexy black motorcycle that had been parked somewhere nearby. And…he was climbing on top of it.
<span class="mu-b">“What’re you waiting for? Hop on.”</span> he said encouragingly, passing you the helmet.
<span class="mu-r">“When the hell did you get a bike? Better yet, when’d you learn to ride!?”</span> you said, catching the helmet as he threw it to you.
Richard shrugged. <span class="mu-b">“Must’ve picked it up from somewhere.”</span> he said conversationally.
Who was this guy!?
You were about to fire off a retort, but then you remembered the helmet in your hands. <span class="mu-r">“Don’t you need this?”</span>
He shrugged again. <span class="mu-b">“Not really. I’ve only got the one, so I thought you could use it.”</span>
You threw it back at him, and he caught it quickly. <span class="mu-r">“Wear it anyway.”</span> you said, hopping onto the back of the bike. <span class="mu-r">“Where are we headed anyway?”</span>
Richard lifted a finger and pointed at floating speck in the sky. You squinted at it, and vaguely recognized it as Jack on his flying broomstick.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, you’ve gotta be-”</span>
You never got to finish your sentence. Richard had already thrown on his helmet, started the engine and kicked off the brakes.
<span class="mu-b">“Hang on!”</span> he said, a little too late. The bike accelerated rapidly through the street, effortlessly weaving through traffic and cars with dead engines. You didn’t need to close your eyes, as you were able to achieve much greater speeds while swinging through the air.
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