Prologue:
Five figures stood outside a hut in a forest just west of Westopolis. "What do you mean? "We were given a job that is not a job"?" Said one, a female, the only one there. A figure with red hair answered, "We are supposed to contact the Extreme gear specialists known as the Air Masters, that won't be hard seeing as Horace takes usual stops down to Extreme Repair, which is were the Air Masters go when they need new parts for their boards." The white figure with blue hair stepped back, "I do not do well in society Amikus, you know that." "Horace, you have to do this, and we don't turn down jobs unless I say so, and I'm the leader, you have to do this, you've been seen around town, I can't as I've never ridden an EX G board before, you're the only Jan who has." Horace sighed. "Okay Amikus. I'll do it, when do I enter the shop?" "At four thirty precisely."
Author note: OOOH! A new story! Hope you like it.