As ordered MC Cobra made his way up the seemingly empty road, passing small brown houses, crop fields, until he came to a road crossing. he strutted miserably along the pavement with his hands in his pockets and grunting to himself about his miserable leader.

"stupid gecko, I liked things better when he was banished to the demon world, i should of stayed in juvy, why does this keep happening the me? i mean one minute I'm in a small but secure room with no one disturbing me the next i become the babysitter of some Snobby Brit Chick with...ahhhhhh!" while he had rambled on to himself he didn't think to notice the traffic coming up the road towards him. suddenly a cyclist, full speed on her bike, came crashing down taking Cobra down with her.

Groaning Cobra opened his eyes the see the very girl he was looking for slumped across his chest like a rag doll, gently he push her off his chest to his side then sat up and held his head to stop the throbbing in his skull.

"YOU IDIOT!" Cobra looked down at fuming young lady, who was looking back with bitter annoyance in her eyes. Her hands and elbows were red with grazes from when she braced herself for the fall; her left eye was closed while the right one was focused on him and at the say time squinting from the trauma, there was no blood on either her or himself but Cobra knew they'd both be bruised and sore by tomorrow. she kick his foot away from her with aggravated force and staggered to get up wincing from her sore joints, brushing the gravel of her jeans she added sharply, "How smart do you have to be to remember to look both ways on the road before crossing? if a car was coming you would have been killed!"

Insulted Cobra let his anger get the better of him and without caring who he was talking to he shot back "Oh my bad, I was too busy being run over by a crazy lady!" quickly he remember the situation he was in, he jumped up and added hastily," oh oh oh uh, actually really I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that to you I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry. You're right it was my fault for not looking; I should have been more careful,yo!"

she tilted her head mentally in confusion of his rambling apologies; most guys don't say sorry to me about anything "hmm, I guess it was my fault to, I mean I could of handle the brakes faster," she knelt down to pick up her bike, dusting off the seat.

"Nice bike," why is he complimenting me? I almost ran him down! hmm must of hit his head harder that i thought.

On meeting his gaze she mounted the seat "Thanks, I have to go now, also I'm sorry for snapping: it was... it was uncalled for."

"No wait don't go,yo!"

"I have..." finally she looked him in the eyes and suddenly remembered," I know you. Yeah, you was with that guy on the bus!"

"Yeah, and that's what i gonna talked to you about! he's called Drago, I'm MC Cobra by the way" he politely offered his hand, she looked at it then him but she didn't shake it.

"Cora Reeve. MC Cobra, that's a nickname i'm guessing."

"Yeah; i'm guessing people call you Coral Reef as a nickname!" he laughed nervously. "Anyway he, drago, was looking for you, he wants to tell you something important, something real important, you know?"

"right...?" she answered suspiciously.

"and he kinda wants to talk about it now."

She kick of the stand and started gently peddle away up the road. "sorry," she looked back and teased him with a smile but turned serious, "But i not allowed to talk to strangers."

surprised he started racing by her side, "it'll only take a sec,yo!"

he's gonna start getting tired, he is kind of pathetic, i think i'll play with him a little.

"OK, so where is Drago at?" she smiled at him with mischief, he looked back at Cora with confusion, then his eyes lit up and he smiled back.

"there's an old bungalow on your left, about half a mile; i'll race ya!"

"yeah, but i'll beat you there!" she began to peddle faster, challenging him openly, MC Cobra started picking up the space.

He's determined, and not a bad runner, she thought gleefully, he's a change from all the boys, immature clowns, in the village; dress sense in kind of bizarre but I'm fine with that, although the nose piercing isn't something i'd recommend for anyone, except for say a bull on a farm. still, I better keep my eye on him, and his American friends.

"slow down, i'm not a track star!"

She turn and see he's struggling to keep up with her back wheel, his face was starting to go red with exhaustion, his breathing was getting heavy but he wasn't giving up. suddenly she squeeze on the brakes and stop instantly; she then watched as he ran on in front without her; he stopped and noticed how far back she was and saw her giggling her little head off like a girl half her age. he couldn't help but smile between wheezing.

"This the one you meant?" she pointed, without looking, at the same old, dingy, may-as-well-fall-down bungalow with the faded white door and window frames and red brick body. the garden was a forest of weeds and the windows were broken and bordered.

"yeah." he watched her dismount her bike then set it up against a reddy-brown, unstable looking fence that circled the house. he was half expecting her to just leave right now and not look back of fear of being attacked by strangers, or at least question his boss again.

"bit of an eyesore, o'right," she broke his contemplation and he focused on her face again, "I 'll stay for what he's got to say, but..." she looked at him firmly and sternly in the eyes, " if this is just a sick game just know i'm not as innocent as i look, i can get really violent when i need to!"

Cobra smiled again at her attempt to look serious, " like i said: he just wants to talk, i'm serious about this."

"so am i, Mr Cobra," she turned and marched towards the bungalow soon accompanied by himself.