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UP, Michigan
October 23rd 2032
Redhawk shifted through the six gears of his racing bike until he was moving at 115 MPH. He had to hurry or else his Auntie Ayasha and the Master Bigfoot would be walking into a trap alone. Inside the Bell ProStar helmet, the flex impact liner kept the roar of engine to a soft cat’s purr. With his tongue, he touched the switch activating the Tristar satellite communication system.
The system’s mechanical administrator voice said, “Welcome to Tristar. How may I direct your call?”
“Island Casino Lodge, extension 301.”
“That is a blocked signal, sir.”
“Override, Alpha, Alpha, priority one.”
The taillights on a slow moving car ahead warned Redhawk to gear down as he approached a steep hill. He waited until he crested the rise, then roared past the star
