about Alterants to ask any more questions.
“Whoa, man,” Paul said. “This is some downright freaky stuff. You’re telling me there’s all these Pauls running around the universe? I better be a big-time surfer in one of them. And a world-class pianist in another.”
“Face it,” Sofia said with a smirk. “You’re a no-talent bum in all of them, just like you are here. Or, there. Or, whatever.”
Paul stuck out his tongue. “Sis, you’re hilarious.”
“Call me ‘sis’ again,” Sofia challenged, raising her fist.
“Sis.”
Sofia pulled back and punched Paul solidly on his upper arm with a loud thump.
“Ow!” he yelled, rubbing the spot. “That’s no fair. I can’t punch a girl back.”
Tick laughed, and Mothball surprised everyone when she did, too.
“Glad my pain can give everyone a nice chuckle,” Paul said, still wincing. “Tick, a word of advice. Don’t mess with Italians.”
“I learned that just from her e-mails. Whatever you do, don’t rip on her spaghetti.”
“Tick,” Sofia said. “I like you. You’re smart… for an American.”
Sato completely ignored all of them, never breaking his stoic expression.
Before anyone could throw out another sarcastic remark, Mothball stopped next to a big pile of fallen branches and twigs. She turned toward the messy heap and took a deep breath. “’Ere we are.” She bent over and yanked on a large branch, pulling it off the stack. “A little ’elp would be nice.”
Tick grabbed a branch and everyone joined in, even Sato, who was mumbling something Tick couldn’t understand.
Tick saw a glimmer of metal when he pulled off a prickly branch, his curiosity increasing his pace. Soon, they’d cleared the entire pile, and all of them stared at what they’d uncovered.
Three sleek and shiny motorcycles were lined up in a row, silver with sparkly metallic red paint. They were the coolest things Tick had ever seen, but there was one thing about them that seemed a little odd.
None of them had wheels.
Chapter 46
They’re called Windbikes,” Mothball said, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arm. “Quite fun, they are.” Everything about the strange vehicles looked exactly like a normal bullet bike you’d see zooming down the freeway: a small windshield, silvery handlebars, shiny body with a big black leather seat. But the machine ended in a flat bottom instead of two round wheels.
“I hate to break it to you,” Paul said, “but somebody, uh, stole the tires. ”
Mothball laughed, a booming roar that bounced off the overhanging branches. “You’re a funny little man, you are, Paul.”
“Are you telling us these things… fly?” Sofia asked.
“Well, I’d hope so, what with them not having wheels and all. Come on,” she said while pulling the bike on the end away from the rest, pushing it across the ground. “There’s three. One for me, and two for you kiddies to share. Methinks you’ll be better off if ya go in pairs.”
“Not me,” Sato said. “I go alone.”
“You’ll go in a pair,” Mothball said. “Or you’ll sit ’ere and hug this tree all day.” She stared down at Sato, daring him to argue. He said nothing in reply.
It was the first time Tick had seen Mothball use her size to intimidate someone. I have a feeling this lady is a lot tougher than she acts.
“Sweet biscuits!” Paul said as he grabbed hold of the next Windbike and dragged it a few feet away. “You’re serious? This thing really flies? In the air?”
“Where else would it fly, Einstein?” Sofia said. “Underground?”
“You got me there, Miss Italy,” Paul said, seeming to have grown accustomed to Sofia’s smart mouth. “How does it work?”
Mothball sat down on her bike, her body taking up the entire seat that was meant for two. “You push this ’ere button, which turns it on, like so.” She pressed a red button on the small dashboard under the handlebars. The Windbike came to life, humming like a big computer and not like a normal motorcycle at all. “Doesn’t use gasoline. Takes hydrogen right out of the moisture in the air, it does, burns it right nicely. Come on, get on, now!”
“Who’s going with who?” Tick asked.
“I’ll go with you or Paul,” Sofia said. “But not him. ” She nodded toward Sato, who scowled back at her.
“I don’t want to go with you, either.”
“Alrighty then,” Paul said, clapping his hands. “Looks like it’s me and Sofia on this one, Tick and Sato on that one.” He pointed to the next bike in line.
Tick wanted to argue, but he didn’t really want Sato any angrier than he already was. He looked to Sofia for help, but she only shrugged, not bothering to hide the smirk on her face. “Uh, great, okay.”
Paul moved toward his bike and sat down right behind the handlebars, but Sofia would have none of it.
“I’m driving, tough guy,” she said, pushing him backward as she squirmed her way in front of him.
Paul held his hands up in surrender as he scooted to the rear of the big seat. “You win, Miss Italy, you win.” He looked over at Tick and mouthed the words, “Help me.”
Sato pulled the last Windbike upright and pushed the button to turn it on as he swung his leg over and sat down in the driver’s position. “Get on,” he said, not bothering to look at Tick.
Tick felt like he’d rather pound his head against the closest tree than get on the back of the humming machine. He hated how the mean kid from Japan was ruining everything.
Mothball must have noticed Tick’s hesitation. “Come, now. Time’s a wastin’, it is.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Tick sighed as he sat behind Sato. The bottom edge of the Windbike had a railing with sticky pads for his feet. “Is this another invention from the Fourth Reality? Wait, let me guess-Chu Industries?”
“Nailed that one, you did,” Mothball answered. “Chu rules a monopoly in the Fourth, he does-practically owns everything. Smuggled these bikes in a few months ago, we did, figuring they’d do right nicely for our little mission.”
“What do we do now?” Sofia asked.
“Watch me very closely,” Mothball said. She gripped the handlebars, then gently lifted, surprising everyone when the metal connecting her handgrips to the bike bent upward. As she did so, her Windbike rose several feet into the air with a slight surge in its humming sound; the top of her head almost bumped into a low-hanging branch.
“Cool!” Paul shouted.
Tick couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Your hands control everything,” Mothball said from above. “Push forward, go forward. The farther you push, the faster you go. Pull back and you slow down or stop, depending how hard ya do it. And ya go up or down by lifting and dropping the handgrips. Easy as breathin’, it is.”
Tick yelped and grabbed Sato’s shirt as their bike suddenly leaped into the air and backward, then lurched forward and came to a sudden stop. A second later it shot forward again and flew around the closest tree, coming to a halt right above Sofia and Paul.
“It works,” Sato said in a deadpan voice.
At the same time, all of them laughed. Even Sato broke into a smile for the first time since they’d met, looking back at Tick just as it turned back into a frown.
Tick had the strange feeling that maybe he was glad Sato had taken the pilot’s seat after all, since he seemed to already have the hang of it. I probably would’ve slammed us into the ground already, breaking all of our legs.
Sofia tried it next, shooting straight upward until Paul’s head slammed into the branch overhead.
