Snippet #1824762

Lyela was standing in Martin's office, counting her money and getting yelled at. He did that whenever she went through a dangerous race. She made her excuses and let herself out, just as the sirens went off. Cursing loudly she looked around the race track.
"Bears," she yelled loudly, getting an immediate reaction from everyone in the area. She darted around Martin's building, and pulled back when she saw the cop cars. Martin was doing his job perfectly, throwing up a fuse to help them escape, and cover his own 'not exactly legal' behaviour. It was everyman for himself now, Martin wasn't going to help anyone once the cops were around. With all the cops moving away from their cars she managed to dart past them and was clear of the track in a few minutes. She slowed herself so as not to look suspicious. Her bike was right around this corner, then she was home free. Rounding the corner she was met by the site of a very strange looking person standing by her bike. Heaps of questions ran though her mind as her pace increased so she could reach her bike. Of course, none of those questions actually reached her mouth.
"Get the hell away from my bike," Lyela demanded of the person.