Conor finished tuning the engine on the bike and wiped some of the oil off her hands with a rag. She hopped onto the seat and started the engine up. It roared to life then made thre loud bangs like a gunshot going off. 2Shit, shit shit, not good." She cut the engine and ran around the building blocknig all the windows and doors. She grabbed the handgun from the draw and headed back into the garage. She got on the bike and made a few adjustments so it wouldn't backfire again. She stayed silent and held the gun upwards just in case she needed it.