<strong>Ricky, Town Hall</strong><br/><br/>"That's odd, because my associate just saw a motorbike outside that doesn't belong to anyone in our gang." He said to her, not letting go of her hair. The position she was in gave him a nice view down her shirt. "Lying isn't exactly something that will help you now, you know. Whoever it is will be found, and you will be the one who tried to be a hero all over again." He leaned in close to her face. "You know what happens to heroes? They die. Usually it's quick but this time I think it will be a long drawn out process. So I'll ask you again is there anyone in town who has a bike?"