81-By Cycle

The blonde frowned, allowing her glasses to slide down her nose. "Um, just that they neutralized an explosive... oh, and took delivery of a memorial trophy. A TI n-Spire."

The circle rubbed her hands together. "Okay, then they probably have explosives, and likely put them in that trophy. It's up to us to get past the Archaics, and either remove it, or the parent trig, from that building."

"How?"

As if in answer, there was the squealing of tires a couple of blocks away, and the sound of an approaching motorcycle became more apparent. Both Lyn and Circe turned; it came around the nearest corner moments later, a redhead in black leather in the driver's seat, with a brunette sporting a red shirt in the sidecar. The latter raised her hands to wave excitedly as she spotted Lyn, and the vehicle came to a stop next to the line.