"Why… why did my motorcycle turn into this!? I should be riding a bike right now… feeling the wind threatening to rip off my body!"
"Stop, you've been whining ever since we left the Academy."
"Of course! I'm supposed to be going broom-broom right now!"
Gary's somewhat exasperated screams seeped through the small openings of the window, almost drifting through the skies as they were blown away by the truck he was riding in.
A week ago, when the instructors announced that they would be handling their own districts all over the country, Gary and the others' districts were surprised to find out that they were all tasked to observe and watch the same area-- even though the picking was supposed to be random.
Hannah was the one driving the 6-wheeler electric truck, which had a lot of space for people to sit comfortably in. Tomoe was riding shotgun, while Gary, Silvie, and Riley were riding on the back.
