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“Call me Rawles, and this,” I said motioning to my bike, “is the last of the Pacheco M4s.” His eyebrows rose a bit upon hearing the make of my ride. “All right then, Rawles. I’m Franklin, official tail gunner of the Wolf Pack. This is my bike, The Lighning Tamer.” I nodded as my bike rumbled to life. I hopped on and turned to Franklin. “Would you like a head start?” He put up his right arm and flicked me off. He then raised his index and ring finger and used his three fingers to flash a countdown. When his last finger was down, we both bolted.
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