The bikes morphed, kicking biker kid to one side they stood up on their real wheels, lengthened, stretched.

Growing to about twenty feet in length, all the while lightning playing up and down their sides, they turned into the deadliest looking missiles I’d ever seen.

“Cool!” biker kid said.

The second kid, the injured one rose, standing unsteadily, and Les helped her walk to the sidewalk.

“I think we’d all better get back,” I said as small sparks began to issue from the rocket launchers. “Quickly.”

People fled as the rockets ignited. Huge orange/white flames that melted the tarmac and spread like mousse from an aerosol. Then the rockets vanished, breaking through into the vacuum of space, where the nose cones split and a hundred miniature rockets broke out of each.

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“What the hell are those, Jelwin?” The commander asked.

I stood stunned as each of the tiny rockets ruthlessly hunted down their target buoys.

“Our salvation?” I suggested.