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"Whatever you say boss. I'll talk to you later. Call me if you have any additional orders." Flood ended the conversation there and hung up the phone. He pulled out his motorcycle from his pocket and threw it towards the road. By the time it hit the ground it was full size and ready to ride. He got on the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and headed home. When he got home he made some tea and began his meditation.