Rain

The Welsh hills were barely visible in the rain. As the grey and white motorcycle approached the dome the engines silenced.

The bike with no clear rider paused for a second before the tyres and several other components dropped to the floor. A smooth metallic figure stood up and starred out from its expressionless mask. In a swift movement the figure pressed a finger to it's palm and disappeared seen only in a rain soaked outline for a moment before darting off round the side of the dome.

It would be several hours before a Morphora guard would find the motorcycle parts and by then it would be too late...