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“They probably just would have gotten in the way anyhow,” Franklin said to me with a laugh, then grimaced before turning to face the oncoming biker gang. Wolf held his hand up in the air. He waited like that for several minutes until the Dragons were so close that I could make out the dragon symbol on the leader’s jacket. Then, Wolf dropped his hand forwards and the Wolf Pack took off racing towards the battle. I, on the otherhand when nowhere. The moment I thottled I realized that my bike was not working. Amid the rumble of the Wolf Pack’s Harleys, I hadn’t noticed, but now it was obvious. My Pachenko was DOA. Shocked I leaned over to see that the hydrogen feeder line had been cut. I had been relegated to watching the battle for now.
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