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- He followed her to her motorcycle, a Triumph Speed Triple. It glittered silver and black in the afternoon sun, 955 cc’s of warp speed.
- “London in two and a half hours? That’s going to be some ride, even on that.”
- “Two. I need to stop and wash the cordite off.”
- “It’s your license.”
- The Lost Cult, Chapter 2
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