"I’m sure," he said slowly. "I always wanted to belong to something. To fight the good fight. Back in Seattle, I thought it would be the chillest thing in the world to make it onto a combat biker team. To kick some hoop with the pros. But now I want to stay here in Aztlan and be part of the rebel ‘team.’ This is where I came from, after all. Where I was born. These people are my blood."