War laughed wryly. It was good to see him enjoying himself, but this was the downside to trips with Pollution. She was, however, prepared - her helmet had a built in air filter mask over her mouth and nose.

She was right behind him as they sped down the road, but when it got too dark inside the cloud of smoke trailing behind his bike to see anything, she pulled up alongside him and matched his pace. The roads were - or rather had been - quiet country roads, and didn't seem to see a lot of traffic.

As they came up to a junction, she jestured to him: left or right?