As Alpha stood watching the awards ceremony, deep in thought and not really listening, he suddenly got a ping of nervousness. Something was going to happen to his bike. He knew it, but wasn't sure why.

'Good thing I left a little surprise for any would-be thief', he thought, as he walked over to the bar to get a drink.

"Stella Artois, please."


Beneath the stairs to the Second Annual Quistis Ball, a red light was blinking on the handles of a royal blue bike.