The 2 stroke engine roars to life and they are off. Monie clutches Hirlem's back and says, "They tried hard to get the disc from me, but I managed to hold onto it. What do you think is on it?" Hirlem can hardly hear what she says because his mind is wandering back again and again to the image of Monie kicking that suit in the side. And the shallow reflection in her eyes while she did it. It's not like her. Or it's very like her. He doesn't know because they've never faced violence before. But that glaze in her eye assured him that she'd have no trouble facing it again.
