[quote=@Blop]
"Thanks for having my back tonight Kain," 
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Kain let out a slow painful sigh as he rolled his eyes.
[i]"I might have been at your back but I never 'had it'.
Don't be fooled into thinking this means we are chums."[/i] his words like acid in the cool nights air.

Kain then turns away from the man and with slow strides heads toward the garage once again. 
He frowns as the roller door opens to his touch. He didn't feel the security measures protecting his pride and joy were enough, no matter how much they tried to convince him it was top of the range.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him. The automatic lights flicker to life and Kain is embraced by the still empty silence provided by the rooms thick sound dampening walls. The garage was large, larger then it needed it to be. It made Kain wonder what they might have intended to build or work on when they constructed the building. 

Those thoughts fell aside when he came to stand next to a hidden car beneath a large cover in the far corner of the garage. He trails his fingers slowly across the fabric for a short distance before suddenly stopping and dropping to his knees. He reaches up under the skirting and smiles as his fingers find the sleek cool metallic surface. 

Kain closes his eyes and his conscious sinks into the machine. He can feel all the varying types and densities of metals. He measures the aspects of the motor. After enough focus, thought and time the beast had practically been serviced and tuned without Kain so much as lifting a tool. Not that it needed one anyway.

Kain found a serene comfort in the nostalgia and familiarisation that came with working on that car. He knew it's inner workings better than the he knew the back of his own hand.

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A few hours later while everyone else was playing inside, the motor of Kain's powerful advanced custom designed bike spurred to life. It ran smooth and efficient, as so it didn't give off any unnecessary noise. It even went as far as to have things in place to reduce excess vibrations and sounds. To Kain this was art.
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Sliding down the black visor of his helm he looks back at the closing garage door the with a short twist of the throttle he takes off down the street, leaving behind the building and his comm's ear piece.