Hangar, Fort Hanako
"Well then, if that's it, I'm out! I gotta go make a few calls." Jax announced and stood up. He stretched a little, then walked on over to where he had parked. In one of the spaces sat a gleaming, blue Origin, specifically the Type 32. Jax swung a leg over and brought the beast to life. It growled lowly, begging to be set loose. This caused the mechanic to grin devilishly. He slipped a pair of gold-framed aviators onto his face, and slowly brought the bike out of the spot.
Oh god, how he wanted to open it up with all of this open space! He knew he'd have to go easy while he was still in view of his captain. Neither she, or the rental agency, needed to know how fast he'd been going on this thing.
"...And..." Jax muttered as he exited the gate. He looked back over his shoulder just to make sure no one was watching. No one was.
"...We're clear!" he yipped. The bike roared, and he thundered down the road at a very unsafe velocity. But he was no idiot. He'd been riding all his life, and he knew how to control the bike with finesse and skill.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!"