The M.M ( Open to 3 Beamers)

Titus stands before the forest, waiting nervously for his teammates.There'd been reports of a primate mugging people andtaking money and anything shiny. Some had even said it talked, mostly threats and demands.....He wasn't worried about that,though. Mostly, he was concerned who'd be teamed with. There hadn't been anything about his teammates this go.

From behind Titus came the soft rumblings of an engine. A dark bike made its appearance beside him, and if Titus paid attention, he'd notice it was the very silent new addition to the B-Team, who upon being brought into the class had been referred to only as 'The Rider'. The other B-Teamer didn't know it, but the girl was in something of a witness protection program, and insisted on not giving her identity out when she did her work on the B-Team.

She had let slip at the school, however, that she liked very much to be called Silver. And so the girl called Silver looked over to Titus, and quickly pulled out a cellphone, typing some sort of message in her notes program. She showed him, and it read, "I read the report already, so don't worry about filling me in," it read, and she swiftly put her phone away. One hand rested on the handle of her baseball bat, which rested in a metal tube-like holder welded to the side of her bike, in such a way to be both easily accessible, and also to avoid additional wind drag.

Titus blinks, hearing a engine behind him.He turns, and recognizes the bike, and its rider.She was a very recent addition to the class, and a mysterious one as well.He'd heard she liked to be called Silver.Blinking as she pulled out a phone, he peers at the screen from behind his shades...okay, so he wouldn't have to talk too much...Glancing at the bike then the forest, the boy speaks out softly and gently." W-will your bike be okay in t-there?"