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They ran for the trike. Mitch jumped on, fired the engine, and tore through the tunnel entrance just as the enemy opened fire again. Sparks flew. Water sprayed. The trike’s single rear wheel spun on wet concrete, found grip, and launched them into darkness.

That’s where Mitch worked.

The rain-soaked residents, peeking out from their windows, couldn't help but smile as Trikepatrolmitch splashed through puddles, spinning his trike and performing daredevil stunts. Even Mr. Grimstone, caught in the moment, cracked a faint smile. trikepatrolmitch