Eventually, Wolfe went up to see what had been left for them and put away the cases of gear and rations, then stopped at a poorly handwritten note.
[Careful, motorcycle bites]
Wolfe laughed at the note but covered his hand with [Lightning Armour] before opening the unmarked metal crate.
Sure enough, it shocked him as he opened the lid and laid it flat. High-Speed Stealth Infiltration Vehicle MkV. The label perfectly matched the large wheeled dirt bike inside the crate, painted in winter camo.
The shock came from a broken metal band, which grounded against the battery when you tried to open the lid. The scorch marks were clearly visible, and Wolfe could only shake his head at the shoddy packing job.
It was an electric motorcycle, intended to be nearly silent, and from the look of it, there were more of them, many more.
