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Amber light soared past in a blur against the darkened asphalt of Shine City Junction, street lights phasing through the night as the howl of a summer breeze was muffled underneath the roaring engine of his bike. It was a beautiful night for a ride, or at least that was what Micheal J. Blade thought as he weaved through traffic, navigating the twisted and convoluted highways of the City. The roads were full, as they often were in the evenings in which Club LUSH opened for it's nightly escapades of sex and suds, with a gratuitous amount of neon thrown into the mix for shits and giggles. He hate going there; the sort of individuals that lurked there were generally the unsavory, plus the manager was a total fucking prick. 

Blade gripped the handles of his motorcycle tighter, the teal fingerless biking gloves enveloping his hands squeaking as he narrowed his eyes behind the tinted visor of his helmet. Nothing was going to interrupt this night of his; time was money, and that was no exception for the city's courier service. The hours were late, the job was thankless, but damn if he didn't love it regardless. It allowed him to get away from the nonsense and the noise; it allowed him time to clear his head and just think. Although it didn't really bother him much, it was a lonely drive as the evenings grew longer, with the dark sky, painted blue and blue, shifting into darker shades of night. 

A dull ringing noise filled his helmet with the soft vibrations of the Bluetooth in his ear, the monotone voice of his phone alerting him where the next package had to be delivered.

[i]Take a right at Frokane Street, then, make a sudden left at Diamond Avenue.[/i]

No later than the notification reach his ears, did the light connecting his turn shift to an angry crimson hue. Too far into the turn, the Biker couldn't do much more than shift his gears, the grit of the road kicking up underneath his wheels as he drifted into the other lane. 

Fucking robot navigation system.

Revving up his bike, Martin jerked his grip back, the front end of the vehicle following suit as he now sped down the road on nothing but his rear wheel. 

It continued like this for but a few moments before he pushed it back down; it wouldn't be good if he had gotten a ticket.

Glancing upwards, he pulled up to the side of the curb, his helmet vibrating as the voice droned it's message.

[i]Arrived at destination.[/i]

Micheal hitched his bike, kicking up the stand as he gave the establishment a quick once over.

It was a bar of some sort, the sign out front declaring that it was opening night. 

First round was free.

Good for the guy who owned the place.

Walking up to the doors, Blade practically shoved them open, a parcel in one hand as his other propped open the entrance; he didn't even bother flipping up his visor, despite the dimness.

There was quite the cast in here.

Namely the big guy(girl?) in the corner, the pair of white haired folks somewhere else, and plenty more.

Regardless, he wasn't here for pleasure, but he might as well grab a cold one while he was here.

Sauntering up to the counter, he all but tossed the package on to the counter, grunting at the red-haired bartender as he held out the electronic device for him to be signed.