Along the road, there were very few other vehicles, and there were only three lanes and a wall separating them from the lanes going the other way. The brick hit the plexiglass windows and the bus driver, shaken by the noise, pulled over onto the side of the road to investigate. The bus was turned off, and before the rider to go too far, Mr. O'Dell took his phone out, snapping a picture of the motorcyclist, and one of the damage on the bus.

[i]"Goddammit"[/i] Mr. O'Dell said, looking back, clutching the keys in his hand, balled into a fist. [i]"You kids stay back there."[/i] the man groaned, opening the door of the bus. He looked back to check for cars, quickly running for the brick then just as quick returned to the bus. [i]"RETURN. RUSSIAN MOTHERLAND... The hell?"[/i] he read, lifting the hat off his head to scratch before placing it back on. The brick was thrown under the dashboard. Mr. O'Dell sighed, then turned the car back on, checking once before pulling back onto the road.