White’s troops began to mount up on their bikes and trucks, led by her seven lieutenants. White herself had a gleaming, blue chrome machine. It was sleek and striking with its red enamel accents, ivory leather, and midnight black hardware.
“Hey, did anybody else hear that whuffling sound?” asked Sleazy.
White snugged her riding gloves onto her delicate hands and glanced over her shoulder at Alice. “What’s the matter, my dear? Nothing left in the motor pool? You can ride double with one of my men if you’d like. I think there’s room on Greasy’s bike.” Alice looked up at the sky and shaded her eyes with her hand. She smirked.
“Oh come on! I know you guys heard that burbling! It’s coming from the woods! How did you all miss that?” complained Sleazy.
White’s false smile was replaced by a real frown. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, girl.” A violent crash echoed from the woods, a fitting accompaniment to the explosion of splinters that used to be trees. In the gap a horrible creature was revealed. The beast was 15 feet high at the shoulder and covered in scales that looked like mossy stones. It flapped its membranous wings and roared, swamping the panicking troops with its fetid breath. Above its terrifying maw, where there should have been eyes, blazed two fire streaming pits.
“What the hell is that?” screamed Sleazy.
“My ride,” replied Alice with mimsy.
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