The warm Autumn night air put Nicole's mind at ease. As she walked towards her car she could almost swear that she parked farther away than she had thought. Though the trip wasn't long as it seemed. Maybe about a two minutes was all it took to reach the car, but to Nicole it seemed longer. Everything seemed longer to her now. Normal daily activities that would normally seem short and exciting were now long and tedious. More often than not, Nicole would find herself laughing for no reason. There weren't any jokes being told or any funny stories being told. Instead, Nicole simply revisited a life that was no longer meant to be.
As Nicole placed her keys into the ignition she began to ignore the thoughts that seemed to run wild inside her head. With a twist of the key, the car roared to life. Nicole then made her way out of the parking lot. Then once again the long ride back home began.
Brakes began to screech as the car came to a halt at traffic light. Nicole placed her head into her hand as she leaned out on the door, waiting for the traffic light to change. Within a few minutes the lights began to change and Nicole began to get ready to go. Though as the pair of traffic lights changed from yellow to red, the traffic lights that were on Nicole's side stayed red. This was confusing for Nicole. "That's strange," said Nicole,"the traffic lights just got repaired yesterday.". There wasn't much time to think before the radio in Nicole's car came on.
Loud static began to come out of the speakers. Nicole began to change channels to try and get a better signal. "Nicol…. be on the….. for ….." said the voice on the radio.
"Doug, is that you? I can't hear you with all the static goin' on." Nicole replied.
"Nicole…. Riders!" Doug yelled.
At that very moment blur passed by Nicole's car. In shock, Nicole sat still and tried to register what was going on. It didn't take long for her to put the pieces together. On the motorcycle that just passed her was a member of the Riders of Illimore. Now with fire in her eyes she turned on her sirens and began to give chase.
Not long after the chase had begun Nicole was joined by two of her colleges. In a car next to her was her partner Doug and a rottweiler woman. "Nicole watch out he's armed!" Doug said over the radio. Nicole was about to reply when she heard a gunshot and then a sudden boom. She looked back to find that one of the wheel's on Doug's car was shot and had blown out.
Before anything else could happen Nicole reached for the gun that she had left under her seat for emergencies. She then began to lean out the window and began to fire at the rider. With a bang the first bullet hit the back tire of the motorcycle. The second shot hit the rider in the left arm. Nicole was about to go for a third shot, but the rider lost control of the motorcycle and fell onto the pavement.
Nicole slowed her car to a halt before getting out. Nicole pointed her gun at the rider and said, "Hand up where I can see 'em." With no other option left the rider held up her uninjured arm in surrender. As Nicole walked up to the rider to place the cuff on her she began to realize something. This rider wasn't an ordinary rider that she had seen in past encounters. This rider was a child.