The warehouse smelled like rust and old engine oil, the kind of place where old cars from Sector D's ruins were forgotten to rot and rust away.
The sunset light filtered through cracked spaces in the roof sheet walls, casting the dust motes swirling around Jake's Boomerang Mobile.
That twin turbine bike purred softly till it came to a gentle stop. It had a sleek, chrome frame and painted with that bright red signature color of his, glinting as Jake leaned against it with his arms crossed and his grinning like he'd just won the lottery.
"Man... Reno you should've seen it!" Jake said, his voice echoed off the wraped metal walls of the warehouse.
"Guild headhunters were practically swarming me after my reassessment. Like, I was just trying to get home and get something to eat and these suits from the Silver Tiger Guild cornerd me with their contracts that were practically thicker than my skull!"
