The Universe's Mixer

Click.

SLAM!

Click.

SLAM!

It had been going on for over an hour.

“Howl.”

He tried again. Same thing. No matter how he turned the dial by the door, it opened to one view or another of the same City.

“Howl?”

Again.

Something was wrong. The voices of the people outside Sheapard's were gone. So were the sounds of anything else. No people, animals, carriages. None of the usual bustling activity Cairo played home to.

Amelia opened her eyes to find herself in a strange, dimly lit room. Only moments before, she'd been on the terrace enjoying a cup of tea, and now she was in what appeared to be a hotel room, though it was almost too friendly to be a hotel. It had all the evidence of being some sort of apartment. She looked around quickly, relieved to discover she was alone. That was unlikely to last long, so she knew she had to hurry.

No doubt this was the work of that genius of crime, the Master Criminal. He must have drugged her tea! Only Sethos would be so bold as to kidnap her in broad daylight. She wondered how he managed to bring her here. There really was no accounting for his cunning, and after his recent confessions toward a certain regard he held for Amelia, it was not inconceivable that he would try again. Emerson had interrupted them the last time.

Takes place immediately after this

Once they'd decided to go together, Dinah led Harry downstairs to the garage she'd discovered earlier that day. The bike in there needed a lot of work, but it would have to do for now. She had already started listing all the parts she needed to track down and all the improvements she wanted to make. She missed her hand-built bike from home, but the prospect of building a new bike was a little exciting.

Dinah threw open the door to the garage and looked over at Harry.

"Hope you don't have a fear of motorcycles," she said with a grin.

----

Harry grinned when he saw the bike. He could clearly remember riding along with Murphy, and jousting down a military-grade Jeep, with his staff and some added kinetic force. "Nope," he said. "Motorcycles are good. Motorcycles are very good." Since the machines were far more mechanical than electrical, they could (generally) last longer against him as well.

Dinah's bike didn't have the side-holster that Murphy's had, so when Harry mounted up behind her, his left arm encircled her waist while the right cling to the staff. He wasn't about to leave it behind

----

“You have good taste then,” Dinah told him. “This one needs some work, but it should get us there.” A grin spread across her face as she fired up the bike.

She glanced down as Harry’s arm slid around her waist. The touch startled her for just a minute, but she brushed that aside.

( Hang on tight. )