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The sky was starting to get dark. With his important list completed, Mort bid Fargas a farewell and proceeded with exiting the Fargas grounds.
He walked down the unkempt driveway until he reached the gate. Then he turned around and took one last look at the fallen, broken statues that bordered driveway and the neglected garden and set off down the road toward the lights of the city, which were visible in the distance.
Then it happened. He hadn't gotten that far when two headlights suddenly came on in the dark from behind him and the car to which they belonged started up and took off with a squeal of tires.
Mort spun around in awe at what was happening. He dodged behind a tree bordering the road which he had been walking on.
The car hurtled past, just narrowly missing him. Then it skidded to a stop. Mort eyed it from behind his tree, wondering what was about to happen next.
The driver's door opened and a man got out from the car. The man stood in the middle of the road next to the car and glared at Mort.
The noise of a motorcycle became louder as it pulled up some feet behind the car. The motorcyclist, donning a helmet so Mort could not see who it was simply sat on the vibrating bike, staring ahead, probably at the man from the car.
Strangely enough, the man who had just tried to run Mort down returned to his car and took off speeding away as if menaced by the motorcyclist.
The motorcyclist took off after the car. Trembling with shock, Mort watched the tail lights of both vehicles recede into the distance and then disappear. As the motorcycle sped off, Mort could swear he saw some blonde locks peeking out from the motorcyclist's helmet. Strange...
Then the road was empty except for a bewildered and flustered Mort Corso