Ryan nodded, hiding the bike was way better than cops and medics. He damn sure couldn't afford a ride in an ambulance, much less a doctors visit. He could hear the sirens in the distance now. "Lets do it." He stuck hi arm out, and one of the men grabbed it, pulling him to his feet. 

     As he stood he felt his left foot hit the pavement. [i]Where's my damn shoe.[/i] Ryan looked around, most of the smoke was thinned out by now, and he saw his shoe a few yards away, a bright white beacon in the street. He half hopped his way to it and picked it up, sliding his foot back into it, and caught a glimpse of his bike.

     [i]Oh baby....[/i]He thought, a frown forming to his lips. Grace wasn't bent out of shape at all, but she was missing a side mirror, and long deep scratches covered her white pearl body. With time of the essence, Ryan would have to look her over further another time. He picked up the sport bike, and hit the kill switch, she'd been idling too long.

     He looked back at his rescuers, "Where are we going?"