Clark had just finished checking an alley from four blocks away, when he had heard it. It was amazing what super hearing could pick up if you had it. He could hear the engines of motorcycles in one place. Funny thing was, he knew that with the amount of them he heard, it was way more than the usual in such a small area. He assumed it was an illegal underground racing circuit for biker dudes and any kids with a bike. For money. He should probably let it go. Or call the police.
But when he heard that familiar voice, he froze. It was Terry. He had to learn more. So after using his gifts to pinpoint the area, Clark was standing close behind the young man a second later. He was tempted to refer to him as Terrance, since he knew darn well that the guy knew this was not right in the eyes of the authorities. But he decided not to. "Terry, what are you doing? I hadn't realized that this sort of thing was legalized yet."