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Holly’s comments from the The Pitstop Articles (C) Holly Wolfe group.

((I'm going to call him Knightmare now))

Knightmare offered a small smile. "What now?"

Salem frowned. "Call me Knightmare," he told them.

Salem flinched at the new comer's arrival. "Are you his friend?" he asked.

Salem shrugged. "I see no problem with racing a motorcycle," he said. He looked away as Cobra studied the helmet. "If you don't mind, I would like it if my appearance and legal identity remain secret as I would like to continue my normal life."

((Yeah))

Salem neared the stadium and spotted the bright green viper that he knew must be Cobra's. He smiled slightly, wondering if Cobra named himself for his car or bought his car for his name. He skidded to a stop a few feet away from the viper and climbed off his bike. He left his helmet on, still covering his face, and went over to Cobra. "Where's this friend of yours?" he asked.

((I may disappear in a few minutes for dinner))

((Okay. Night!))

Salem walked all the way home. He dropped off his school stuff and then went to his secret hideout a few blocks away where he kept his motorcycle stored. He didn't want his mother or brother to know of the bike (since he was too young to legally drive it). He assumed it would be the perfect ride to keep each life separate, and the bike would get some use. He stripped and donned his all leather riding gear, capping it with a sheer black helmet with the eye shield being tinted pitch black. The only piece of him left visible was his mouth and the bottom of his nose. He climbed on the bike and sped off towards the stadium.

((^^))

Salem nodded. He set a small tip on the table and stood. "Okay, I'll be there in a bit," without waiting for a response, Salem hurried out of the cafe and disappeared around the street corner.

((Cobra can tell Salem to meet him at such and such location, where they meet Ranger and all go to Strike together?))

Salem nodded. "Okay," he said. "Where shall I meet you?" he asked, obviously not wanting to let the street racer know where he lives.

"Like what?" Salem asked. He thought for a bit. "Can I swing by my place first and pick up my ride?" he asked, hoping his tone conveyed an eagerness to be in a race. He realized also that Cobra had somehow forgotten that they had promised to possibly exchange names. He needed a street name and he had a pretty good idea of one, should Cobra inquire. Plus then I won't have to give him my real name, he thought.

Salem was confused. Strike County? What could possibly be important about them? Then he realized why Cobra might be so enthralled in that county. "You mean because of Mercedes?" he asked.

Salem frowned, picking up a menu. He made a show of reading through it though he already knew exactly what he wanted. He set it aside and told the waitress his order then finally returned his gaze to Cobra. "Yes," he whispered. "I do. I really want to. Don't worry about getting me a car, I can handle that much on my own. I just need to know how I can get into the business." He was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable, having spilled so much of himself over his tag and receiving a simple "Oh" in response.

Salem looked away with a light blush in his cheeks. "It's just my style," he replied after a moment. "I have others, like "Whore". . ." he shrugged. "At one point, there were people telling me what would look good on me, piercing wise, and they offered to pay to have it done. . . I was in love so each time I did it. . . Now it is just a part of who I am." He wasn't sure why he had just told the stranger that but it came out.

Salem cocked his head, clearly suspicious. Regardless, he took his seat. Today, he was adorned with all of his piercings, save for his nose ring. The only one that he had from yesterday was the tongue piercings since it was new and he had to leave it so it could heal. "Did you want coffee?" he asked just to be polite.

Salem flinched and dropped his hand, hurrying over to the racer. "How'd you get out?" he demanded. "You didn't break out did you?" He was relieved to see that the waiter wasn't around.

((Yeah))

After school, Salem promptly took off towards the cafe. He wondered briefly if Cobra was going to be there. If not, maybe Salem would be able to pick up the attractive waiter that was always there. He figured Cobra might still be in that holding cell or perhaps the jail by that point. There's no point in hoping, he thought. Might as well look for a real job. . . The cafe came into view and he wondered if Cobra would be inside or perhaps in the parking lot. He clutched at the tag hanging from his ear, the one he wore today sported the word "Bitch," and went inside the cafe.

((Skip?))

Salem climbed into his ex's car wordlessly.
"How'd it go?" the ex asked.
"Fine, now just take me home," Salem spat.
"Why? Can't we hang for a while?" the ex asked.
Salem scowled. "We're over, take me home," he growled.
The ex shrugged and drove away from the station.

Salem thought about it for a moment. Finally, he said, "Okay, but it can't happen here. Meet me at the Cafe Rouge on Broadway tomorrow at four o'clock and we'll talk then." Without waiting for a response, Salem left the station, wanting to be gone before the officer returned.

Salem flinched, having never been a person to have friends. Sure, he'd had lovers in the past but that was different, especially after every single man he'd ever been with had broken his heart after trying to get more intimate then Salem was willing to go. He roughly shook his head. "I-I guess," his voice came out shaky and tinged with fright.

Salem's frown returned. "It is my understanding that street racers don't reveal their legal names to rival racers," he stated. "Right? So why would I tell you that?"