I guess Rafael didn’t notice. He leaped onto the scooter and immediately began leaping up and down on the kick-start lever, cranking it for all it was worth. If the circumstances hadn’t been so tragic, I might have laughed—the big ork in his biker’s leather jacket looked comical in the extreme, frantically trying to start a scooter that was way too small and too brightly colored to ever be ridden by a would-be combat biker. But then the scooter sputtered into life.