The ocean breeze fluttered against your hair, causing it to sway and move like the waves not so far away. The air was fresh and light, the temperature was cool and airy, the perfect day.

Yet what topped this all was the man who stood right by you, the one and only Asset 05. It seemed a little unnatural for him to wear a suit to the beach, and better yet, keep that helmet of his on. But that was Asset for you, or 'Mike' which is what you usually addressed him as, due to the fact that calling him Asset felt so...weird.

His firm and muscular figure stuck out against the blue sky and sea, but it seemed strangely fitting to see him finally enjoying something for once.

Suddenly his still figure snapped to life, moving slightly as he pushed himself off the sea-wall railing, and straightened himself

"That's enough time."

Ah, well, Guess it was..

He turned around, walking across the concrete of the seawall path towards his Motorcycle, a BMW S 1000 RR, effortlessly sliding on and scooting forward slightly. Starting the engine quickly, the 999cc inline-four roared to life and began to purr comfortably. He then turned his head to face you, your reflection visible in his helmet visor

"What are you waiting for?... Hop on."