Rhea
"Move the barricade a little farther back."
The security guard and did as told. I stepped away, scanning the entire training grounds one last time.
The tournament wasn't until tomorrow, but Ravenstorm was already buzzing with activity. Mechanics moved between motorcycles, volunteers arranged banners, vendors were setting up their stalls, and the crew was testing the sound system that would be used for announcements.
After what had happened at the last competition, Ryan wasn't taking any chances. Security had practically doubled. Every entrance had guards.
Every delivery was inspected. Every person coming in and out had to be cleared.
It was excessive. Which probably meant it was exactly how Ryan liked it.
I was making one last round around the grounds when someone called behind
