Marco was sitting in the bar, trying to relax and failing. Part of it was that there was a couple arguing behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and a woman was crying. He didn't consider himself much of a hero, but his father had always taught him that if a man was hurting a woman, he needed to step in.

[color=00a651]"Oi, mate. Hold up, what's going on here?"[/color] Marco asked, putting himself between Lucca and Anya. It looked like things were going to come to blows, and he didn't want that.[color=00a651] "Listen, if you have her clothes, give them back. Did he take your mo-"[/color] It was then that his phone vibrated. He took it out, reading Collin's text. It just so happened that both Lucca and Anya could easily read it if they felt so inclined. He swore under his breath. He didn't have time to deal with this.

[color=00a651]"Hey, hey, you."[/color] Marco said, tapping the bouncer on the shoulder. [color=00a651]"This guy and this lady are having a quarrel. Maybe make sure they don't kill each other?" [/color]He asked, before heading out of the bar. He was close to the bridge already, but he needed a vehicle. He didn't own one himself. He glanced around the lot. He'd stolen a car before. Just once, when he'd been a stupid teenager. Leaving the planet illegally was one thing, but he didn't want to steal. But then he saw it. A motorcyc;e, with the keys still inside of it. He looked at his phone again. If he didn't do it, he'd never get off this rock. And, he reasoned to himself, Collin and Giggles might die.

The motorcycle revved as Marco started the bike, firing off a message to Collin.

[color=00a651][i]omw[/i][/color] Was all he had time to write. He had to get to the bridge, fast.