Afro's POV:
The next morning, I woke up as usual: six in the morning. My brother and the other Dreamerz were up already, waiting for me to come to them. I stopped right in front of my brother Zone, who was really the only thing I had to a father. He stared at me the same way our dad did: with determination in his eyes and his heart at the same time.
"Yo, bro." Zone said.
"Hey. Ready for this, Zone?" I replied.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"I hope you know what you're getting us all into."
"Trust me on this. We all know what's going to happen here. "
We then skated toward Phyto Corp. The only place that all rudies were not supposed to go to. It was a gigantic grey building, but instead of Rokkaku's symbol on it, it had a question mark logo on the top. When we got there, the place was a madhouse. People were running from something. But then we saw it: Poison Jam and the Noise Tanks working together. They must have been reawakened by our noise. Either that or they were at the meeting. But then, Zone must have seen them then and didn't say anything about it. But when I looked at Zone, he was just staring and listening to American music. Rap music. That only means one of two things: (1) he saw them and knew what was going to happen, or (2) he's trying to incite a revolution. And I was really scared about the latter, because after the businesses went the police stations, then the paramedics, and finally, the radio stations.
"Zone, what were you planning last night?" I asked.
"The only thing I could. A full-blown revolt." He said calmly. "Come on. It's clear to go."
He then skated out of the bushes and went straight for the door. I went after him, and then I lost him. The way I saw it, there were only two ways of finding Zone. One way was to follow his tags, but there were none. The only other way was to follow his burn marks, which were only left by the speed of Zone going without his weights. (Yes, he wears weights. But he wears them to limit himself from going too fast.
As I followed the skate marks, I saw his weights lying in front of a set of doors. I looked up and saw a little sign. It said "James Phyto" in bold letters. English letters. No one in Japan reads English. I opened the doors and saw Zone standing over Phyto. He was done.