Nits laughed. "Five hundred bucks? Are you crazy? Shit, man, I<em>could</em>buy a new bike for that. Tell you what, come see me in ten years when I'm rich and I'll pay you then!"<br/><br/>And with that, to the laughter of the other girls, she rocked the bike off the stand, dabbed it into gear with her foot, and wound the throttle open, pulled a wheelie and roared off down the road with the rest of the gang in tow. It felt good. The bike was light and responsive and handling just right. She'd got about a mile and suddenly something went wrong. The engine coughed, black smoke burst from the tail pipe with an explosive sounding grunt and the machine shuddered to a halt.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/2722265991_1bcc2b9e88.jpg)</div>"That little shit!" She growled, climbing off it. But whatever he'd done, she couldn't see what it was. The bike wouldn't restart no matter what she did. She sat sideways on the saddle, fuming and told Scrubby, "Go get the fucker, bring him here at knife point. If he doesn't want to come, slice his balls off one at a time."<br/><br/>Scrubby grinned and mounted her machine, taking the rest of the gang with her.  They found Danial waiting for them, apparently. The gang second climbed off her bike and walked up to the mechanic. "You come with me, now, or you are going to be singing soprano." She said, her blade springing from her hand with a characteristic<em>SNICK</em>. The other gang members gathered around him, preventing his retreat.<br/><br/>