Nash, your biggest enemy, looks down at you mockingly and cracks his fingers.

"Not got enough yet?"

You were about to answer when, suddenly, sirens sounded in the distance. You and Nash look at each other, you both know what that means.

"The cops are coming!" One of your gang members yells, and suddenly they all run away. You and Nash run to your bikes, but yours just won't start. Nash is already sitting on his motorcycle.

"Do you need a ride?" Nash asks, clearly pleased with your situation.