<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody reaches the security hub with Sam</strong><br/><br/>Being familiar with bikes himself, he saw no problem with mounting it. He thought, as it sped off how bad can it be? He was about to find out as the bike twisted and turned along the route. Sam had to know where he was going surely. When, what only could be described as platforms open out to form a ramp which seemed to spiral up the side of a building, Brody began to feel as if his meal that he had eaten at the café hours before would not remain within as acid burn was felt in his throat. Sam was not really going to use that was he? Seconds later when he realised he clearly was, he held his breath as he new friend navigated his way to the top. How was this place generating in front of them as Sam rode his bike. Was he controlling it or something? This place was amazing and incredibly dangerous. So many questions and no answers as he was too scared to ask.<br/><br/>For now. Once at the top, it was clear that there was no where else to go as a wall blocked their way, but to Brody’s surprise, Sam just skidded through it like it was not there. Then, finally, to Brody’s relief, the bike stopped in a room. He did not notice Sam’s helmet retract as he was far to interested in the others that were also in the room. So he dismounted as he looked at them one at a time as he listened to what Sam was saying. He swallowed as his stomach began to normalise again. No more bikes for now, he thought.<br/><br/>When Sam had informed him of the bar and that he was not a prisoner, he turned to him and smiled. “Freak out?” he questioned “Now why would I do that? This place seems perfectly normal to me.” Of course he was being cocky and of course this place was far from normal. He crossed his arms “Seen this sort of thing before, I have.” A lie. “Environments developing in front of you, discs flying within an inch of your head. Bikes that appear on a whim, not to mention your helmet.” His tone changed to that of child who had been given to many E numbers as he started to get over excited. “So I ask you why would I freak out. For fucks sake. I’m surprised I am still alive to be honest. As for you apologising for the ride here, don’t. I am only glad that I kept my dinner down. I am obviously grateful for your help.”<br/><br/>Needing a drink more than ever now, he spoke again after a slight pause. “As for the bar, lead the way as I am all ears and look forward to you trying to explain this place to me.” He began to calm down, not so much because he wanted to but mostly due to the adrenaline within his blood stream or indeed the lack of it as all the excitement had used up his energy reserves and on a molecular level his adrenaline supply was spent. He began to feel weak at the knees. It was clear he needed to rest. Trying to show that he was brave and strong he stood upright. “So this bar you say. Can we sit, drink and talk as I am starting to feel dizzy?”  he rested his hand on the bike for a moment before composing himself and lifting it and crossing his arms again.<br/>