The distant wail of the police sirens became louder as Derek and Amara stepped out through the back of the club, they found themselves in a dimly lit garage with various bikes and cars. The garage door is half open facing the street.
"Any idea which one belongs to him?" Amara said checking out the power bikes.
"I think the remote is broken, I've been pressing it but none of the bike is responding."
"We don't have time. Which brand is that?"
"BMW."
"Try the key on the BMW bikes," she said.
"That's a lot of bikes."
"Let's get started then."
Derek tries to start the BMW bikes with the key with no luck.
"What about this one, it's covered," Amara said lifting up the leather to reveal a matte black and neon power bike.
"That's one of the fastest roadworthy BMW, it's got to be this one," he strides towards the bike and then stops in his tracks, "did you hear that?"
"What? The siren?"
"No, someone is trying to unlock the door."
"You think it's the cops?"