"Don't see why not," he concurs. "Nothin' like mixing sweets and adrenaline."
All set, Mako takes the lead, and while he knows he wants to head for the sim rooms, getting to them without taking a few wrong turns is another story. He spends the walk constantly glancing down at his side to make sure he hasn't lost her too; she barely comes up to his to his waist and his vision's been thrown off by these stupid sunglasses.
Some trial and error later, they reach their destination, where the first technician they meet informs Mako that they've served far more unusual requests for flimsier reasons, which is both a relief and begs the niggling question of what. Inside, another technician instructs him on how to use the anywhere machine to pull data from his era.
Once all is said and done, Mako and Fareeha are standing in the middle of a silent stretch of road at the base of Mount Maunganui, overlooking Tauranga, New Zealand. Except for them, the usually bustling city is completely deserted--no cars, no people, nothing moving other than some distant sea birds--which is pretty eerie on one hand, but really quite peaceful on another... if you simply look past that small detail.
Set up directly in front of them are two bikes, one hovercycle and one retro, Mako-sized cruiser. The former happens to come complete with a small leather jacket already laid out over the seat, along with one other very important thing.
"First thing's first." Mako picks said thing up and presents it to his pupil with both hands. "Helmet."
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"Don't see why not," he concurs. "Nothin' like mixing sweets and adrenaline."
All set, Mako takes the lead, and while he knows he wants to head for the sim rooms, getting to them without taking a few wrong turns is another story. He spends the walk constantly glancing down at his side to make sure he hasn't lost her too; she barely comes up to his to his waist and his vision's been thrown off by these stupid sunglasses.
Some trial and error later, they reach their destination, where the first technician they meet informs Mako that they've served far more unusual requests for flimsier reasons, which is both a relief and begs the niggling question of what. Inside, another technician instructs him on how to use the anywhere machine to pull data from his era.
Once all is said and done, Mako and Fareeha are standing in the middle of a silent stretch of road at the base of Mount Maunganui, overlooking Tauranga, New Zealand. Except for them, the usually bustling city is completely deserted--no cars, no people, nothing moving other than some distant sea birds--which is pretty eerie on one hand, but really quite peaceful on another... if you simply look past that small detail.
Set up directly in front of them are two bikes, one hovercycle and one retro, Mako-sized cruiser. The former happens to come complete with a small leather jacket already laid out over the seat, along with one other very important thing.
"First thing's first." Mako picks said thing up and presents it to his pupil with both hands. "Helmet."