Literature
Contract Dispute.
Black Bertha’s big armored chopper slowly emerged from the narrow alley, the growl of its engine echoing against the naked walls. Even without the flashy ornaments favored by many go-gangs, the combat bike was about as unsubtle a ride as one could find prowling the streets of Seattle. Longer than some cars, and with massive tires that looked like they belonged on a truck, the vintage Scorpion had a wide, unpainted hull marred by a few spots of rust, and a flat reinforced plate serving as a crude bumper for the front wheel. It took a certain kind of person to drive such a crude looking beast, and Bertha was one such larger than life