Connor got the message. He didn't want to answer the message but he got it. With a sigh he hung a sharp left onto first street and hear down five blocks. Luckily he had been close and 100 1st St loomed ahead. The large building was an imposing display of glass and steel but still had an artistic look to the architecture. He'd anyways liked the building when he'd been there before.
Usually he was in handcuffs but that was another story.
He hopped the curb, his bike clearing a foot into the air before the tires struck ground again and he stopped the machine five feet from the large glass doors. Heeling the kickstand he thumbed the kill switch and the rumbling engine died instantly.
He climbed of and was pulling off his helmet as a uniform ran up to him.
"Hey, buddy," he said. "You can't park that there."
Connor smiled at the guy and set his helmet on the tank. He pocketed the key and tapped the tank with one hand. "Look, boyo. I got business inside. If'n ye can figur' out how ta move it, then yer welcome ta tow it."
With that he pushed past the officer, confident his adjustments to the bikes gravitational orientation would keep the vehicle stationary no mate what the police tried.
Inside he noticed a small gathering beginning. His perusal of the files he had told him they were likely his fellow 'heros' so he walked up.
"Ello." He stopped and smiled brightly at Neoteres. "Names Connor. Heros, righ'?" He glanced around and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. "Nice ta meetcha."
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