The crowd outside Auremont's lecture hall was considerably larger than Zevian expected.
Apparently, news of Darren Kessler losing his motorcycle had spread even faster than news of the mathematics contest itself.
Students gathered near the parking area.
At the center of their attention sat a red Valkyr V9R.
Miles walked around it slowly.
"Beautiful."
Zevian looked at him.
"It's a motorcycle."
Miles stopped.
"Don't disrespect her."
"Her?"
"This is a V9R."
"I've been told."
"Do you know how many students would sell a kidney for this?"
"Hopefully none."
Miles placed a hand on the fuel tank.
Darren immediately snapped.
"Don't touch it!"
Miles jumped.
Then remembered.
He slowly grinned.
"Not yours anymore."
Darren's face darkened.
"Get your hands off it anyway!"
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