"Wait wh-," Ethan stuttered before being pushed onto his bike.

"DRIVE!" he heard. 

Almost instinctively and out of fear for his life he turned on the engine. The anti-grav unit hummed to life and the bike lifted up. He stepped on the pedal, and they accelerated out of the alleyway.

"Shoo-!" he yelled as a car pulled up. He swerved to the right. The car honked and shrieked to a halt. The metal container attached to the bike carrying all the scrap metal Ethan collected slammed into the car. The magnetic connectors tore loose and the container ricocheted into a wall. 

"God damn it! My loot!" he yelled looking backward and pushed the pedal, accelerating down the road. Strangely enough, the crazy guy was being carried along through some watery cocoon. 

"Lee! I don't know what you are doing, and we, well I'm still in trouble, but I don't want to get involved with something worse so you should really let that guy go!" he yelled swerving through traffic.