[center][h1][Color=#ab89d6][i][b]Kanade[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=#dcd0ff]The bike skidded to a stop beneath the scaffold, Kanade's own weight barely enough to keep the back wheel from coming off the ground. As their waning momentum caused her to lurch forward, she took a breath and leaned into her throw. Looking over her shoulder, she watched the grenade tumble through the air, end over end, as the green light switch to a foreboding red. 

[h3][i]Plink...[/i][/h3]

She turned to Biggs. [Color=#ab89d6][b]"Let's go!"[/b][/color]

[h3][i]Boom![/i][/h3]

Dust and loose boards from the scaffolding rained down on the sidewalk as the Biggs sped into the parking garage. A smug tension pulled her lips into a self-satisfied grin. She flipped two birds over her shoulder as daylight was quickly replaced by the incandescent red of the garage lighting. 

[color=white][b]"That's the way to go!"[/b][/color]

She looked ahead of Biggs, and saw orange construction cones and a pair of forklifts scattered around the entrance to the service tunnels. The sign hanging over it read "For Authorized Use Only. Trespasser Will Be Shot". Kanade rolled her eyes. She had no idea how the tunnels were laid out, so she would have to trust that Biggs knew the way.[/color]