I take a small sip from my coffee as I watch the road. Man, Miss Laura really knows how to make damn good coffee. I lean a bit back and hum softly. It's quiet. Which isn't anything new. It's just always quiet. Almost to the point of being mind numbing. I mean, yeah, there's the occasional missing light or driver not fully paying attention to the speed limit.

I sit up a bit as I hear a low rumble coming up the road. Ah huh! I glance over to the road and notice an bike rumbling over the road. What? No freaking way. I can't believe it. Finally, something interesting. I mean, bikers are always up to something. Either they're gangsters or adrenaline junkies.

I quickly set my coffee cup into the cup holder and flick on my sirens lights before following behind the biker. I wait for them to pull over before stopping the car and getting out of it. I walk over to the biker, and stop just next to them. I rest my hand onto my handcuffs.

"License, ID and registration."