Six
Meeting Mister Hax
A sleek black motorcycle pulled into an empty lot in the downtown district of Queensland Bay. It carried two men and towed behind it a black trailer that matched the design of the bike. The rider, a small man dressed in black leather and a fiery orange helmet, parked the cycle near the road. The passenger, large and un-helmeted, jumped from the back as soon as the vehicle reached a full stop.
“That was insane,” Blemm bellowed. “You will never get me on that thing again.”
“Stop complaining,” Hack said, removing his helmet. “It’s just like riding a horse, only faster.”
Blemm spit on the ground. “I think I swallowed a bug!”
“That’s my fault,” said Hack, unbolting a latch on the trailer. “I should have told you to keep your mouth shut while riding. All that complai
