Everyone present was decisive and straightforward, so there was no time-wasting back-and-forth like "You go," "I won't go unless you do."
After each of them got in touch with friends and family in Tulong and Twin Peaks and learned that things were relatively stable for now, they felt a little more at ease and went their separate ways. The reporter and the young ranger climbed into the off-road vehicle and headed for the nearest mountain tunnel. Mr. Kelvin got on Summers's motorcycle and retraced their route.
As he got on, Summers produced another bulletproof helmet as if by magic and handed it to Kelvin. Then he tugged at the motorcycle's handlebars, and two machine-gun barrels sprang out from the front of the vehicle.
This was far more than just a folding motorcycle!
"You'd better fasten your coat," he added. "The wind will be strong in a moment."
"You've been driving the whole way. Why don't I take over this time?" Kelvin suggested cautiously. Partly, he was genuinely worried about the engineer's stamina. But he also couldn't help thinking that anyone who tried to drive a motorcycle and shoot at the same time was bound to end up in a ditch.
"Don't worry. I'm quite confident in my stamina," Summers said. "Focus on giving directions, and keep an eye on what's behind us."
The cowboy hurriedly wrapped both arms around his gun and nodded repeatedly, thinking he had better prove useful.
It didn't take long, however, for him to realize that he might have spoken too soon. The moment Summers climbed onto the hover motorcycle, he seemed to let loose completely, turning a machine that had been wandering across the open wilderness into something with all the presence of a starship. The wind blasting straight into Kelvin's face was so strong