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(( God, wtf is Eseen doing? ))

As Leadstorm got back within reach, her eyes flung open. Her arms still hung over each side of the bike, beyond tying up for the moment. She noticed the ziplock he held in his hands and frowned. The b*****d was going to tie her up and leave her off somewhere!

"Fine, you don't come closer or I blow this bike." She spoke up, moving a hand over towards the motor. She had no idea of the implications of saying this, the knowledge of the bike's ability to self detonate was temporarily forgotten.

"I swear, I totally will!" Eseen elaborated. She didn't know whether or not Leadstorm had caught on to what she was capable of, not realising he could easily assume she had used small explosives to achieve her blow to the head. She was just assuming, after years of practice with this, that it was obvious.

Mark turned around and took control again, and the mecha was off. The sounds of gears, motors, and all sorts of mechanical noise went about them. Mark then smirked to himself " Now, if you can calm yourself down for a minute you can help me locate the bike, also try another move like that and you will not enjoy your new seat." He said with a smirk, even though the even smaller and darker cargo bay wasn't much of a seat at all, it allowed for more room for Joe to thrash about in, because he clearly had issues with being in the mecha though Mark wished he'd know this before.

" Like those copr jackasses would give me a tracker, that was just a bluff to scare the s**t outta them, though it didn't seem to work, isn't there some other way?" Mark said with a frown whilest still looking at his view screen.

((Sorry again for short post, busy busy day, gotta start cramming for mid terms.))

Mark flicked on his LED display on his view screen " As of now, I have 9 hours left to retrieve it before the corp storms in and ruins my job completely. Now I respect the corps but they are run by assholes, I'm only in this for the money. He said with a frown. he then looked at a side screen, the blips on it showed movement and heat up ahead, 2 signatures were shown, one seemed to be partly cyborg so he knew they had to be those two who speed off on the bike, Mark then slowed down the mecha to a quieter step.

" Okay, I'll need you to be quiet now because I have a reading of 2 biological creatures coming up in a mile or two, theses might be the people we are after." Mark said " What I did back there was just child's play, I wanted to go after them because I wanted to take this new toy for a joy ride, and what a better way than to take a high paying job and retrieve some crappy bike from some low-lifes." He said with a chuckle, for little did they know he was the one they called "Reaper".

~While he waited for eseen to respond, a thought occurred to him. He started browsing the Bounty offers online through his TS Marquee, looking to find the meeting place for the return of the bike. "Found it" he said out loud as he came across the ad. "New plan, we'll go take out The guy's funding, and then with any luck he'll get off our asses. they're bound to have brought some kind of mech or vehicle with the capability of at least keeping up with my bike, and we can steal you one just like it there. Sound good?"~

Eseen paused when Leadstorm began to negotiate. She remained silent while thinking of her own options. He was offering her to be dropped off somewhere, something which she couldn't care less about. They both wanted the bike and the only bargaining chip she had was that she was currently on it - while this monolith of a man stood over her.

Her eyes made contact with his gaze, contemplating the validity of his warning. If he was right, she was sitting upon a very explosive bike and her intervention would make it more so. If he was lying, she could probably start up the bike right now and ride off, assuming he didn't catch her off guard.

She almost jumped when he spoke up again. Having no idea what he was on about, nor any cybernetic enhancements, 'Found it.' quickly lead her to assume a number of nasty things. All involving her not having the bike. The initial reaction was hidden quickly when she caught on to what he was on about.

"Fine." She spoke cautiously, narrowing her eyes at him. Trust couldn't be counted on here, her being a thief and him being a... well, not a thief. It did however make for a great common ground. Comrades who don't trust each other keep more of an eye on the other's back so they can stab it. It was one of those strange relationships she'd had with her teams that was safer than anything else.

"No funny stuff..." As she spoke, she pushed herself back, giving him room to get on the front of the bike. While she was quite capable herself and riding shotgun wasn't exactly favoured, she'd rather be watching his back than vice versa.

" Well the bike is worth quite a bit, and I just re-checked the corp's last message and they are paying em extra to bring the cybrog back alive, so I guess blowing up the place wouldn't work well...for now." He said staring at a side screen. He then slowed the mecha's speed to a crawl for they were close to the two blips on his scanner. " They are close by, I'm getting two heat signatures about a few yards due north of our position, since you're the one who's obsessed with the bike, so it seems, I'll let you decided what we do with it after it's returned to the Corp." Mark said, knowing fully well that if Joe did anything stupid he would regret ever meeting Mark.

~Leadstorm leapt from where he was standing onto the bike, and within seconds was riding a wheelie back out onto the road. As the front tire of the bike came back into contact with the street, he said ofer his shoulder "Hang on, by the way" to eseen, not taking his eyes off the road. "let me know if we pick up any tails" he said, upshifting.~