Rhythm Revolution

"Shouldn't we get out of here before the cops show?" Ako asked.

"Nah." K.T. said confidently. "They'll be too distracted by our little surprise, and those bombs were set of by timers. There's no way for them to even guess that we're here. Besides, I wanna enjoy the new view."

At the entrance to the garage, a few mopeds, a black Camaro, and a gray Ford Ranchero with a brushguard and a light bar pulled up to the gate. The man standing guard raised the gate for them, but the driver of the Ranchero stopped when he saw A.B. "Yo, A.B.! Good to see you made it! Need a lift?"

He chuckled a bit "Sure, Where you guys headed" he said opening the car door

"Top floor. Going to report to K.T." The driver said. He appeared to be about 19, with spiky yellow hair and flight goggles resting on his forehead, and as he talked, it became apparent that his accent was Australian. "Mission accomplished, eh boys?" He said, pounding a fist on the roof of the truck. The three guys in the back of the truck cheered, but a girl with red hair, also in the back, crossed his arms and frowned, staring at the driver through the rearview mirror. "Oh, sorry Reggie, I meant you, too." the diver said, then lowly so only A.B. would hear, he added, "Well, I guess I'm dead as soon as I get out of here."

"Don't Worry," He chuckled "Ill find you a nice graveyard" He started to laugh a little. "So Boys mind doing me a favor"

"Hop in and we'll talk, mate. K.T's waitin' on us." The driver said.

Meanwhile, the mopeds and the Camaro had already reached the top level and parked near K.T.'s van. "Where's Ute?" K.T. asked as the group came up to him.

"Dunno, he was right behind us at the entrance." Said one of the moped drivers.

(F.Y.I., Ute is an Australian name the the type of truck like the Ranchero and the Chevy El Camino. It's pronounced 'yewt.')

(Thanks but thats how I guessed it was pronounced)

A.B Stepped in and nodded hello to Reggie "Well lets go see KT then"

(Sorry, I've had people guess it wrong, and I just thought I'd explain the guy's streetname.))

Ute put the truck in gear and drove towards the up ramp. People scattered throughout the garage's levels cheered as the truck went by, celebrating the heroes it carried. In a minute or two the truck reached the top level, where the most people where gathered. K.T.'s van could be seen at the far end of the level, and the man himself raised a hand to wave them over. Ute slowly drove the truck through the crowd towards the van, parking in a spot across the aisle from it. Ute shut the truck off as the people in the back got out, walking over to the van. "Top floor; music, rebellion leaders and lackeys. Everybody out."

"Thanks Ute" He said and got out and saw the dark figures and walked towards them.

"Ey-hey, it's A.B.!" Said someone in the crowd. others cheered for him and cleared a path between him and the brothers.

"Glad you could make it!" K.T. called over all the ruckus. "It's never a party until a celebrity shows up!"

"Or until you bring the house down." Ako said, grabbing a drink bearing his alias out of a cooler beside the van.

"And since we've already brought down our share of roofs, I'd say this has been a pretty good night." Haro said.

"Hey hey not kiddin. The fireworks only made it better" He smiled "But I also came here on important business to let you know. Im gonna celebrate a little bit though. I haven't got to relax in ages

"Well, you come o the right place. Friends, food, drinks, and most importantly, music." K.T. said, smiling at the few 'WOO!'s that came out of the crowd. "So make yourself at home. I'll hear what you have to tell me when you're ready."

"Great, Ill come to you in about a half hour" He said going to the food stand

"Sure thing. We'll be right here." K.T. said, turning back to Ute and the others that had gone on the mission.

The smell of food was coming from a big aluminum grill on a trailer hooked to a black pickup with a bed full of speakers and amps. "Yo A.B.!" Said the man with the spatula, "What can I get ya?"

"He shook his arm rigorously "Depends man, Whatcha got"

"We got burgers, dogs in beef, chicken, and turkey varieties, and the veggie equivalents for both." The griller said. "There's also cold drinks in the coolers over there," He pointed the spatula towards a line of coolers sitting beside the truck, "Pretty much anything you want."

"Yea, Everything but the veggie stuff. Got to have the meat if you know what I mean" He said as he picked up his food of assorted meats and he grabbed a Dr. Pepper and sat down

"Right, I know whatcha mean, bro." The griller said, going back to taking other people's orders.

A small boy of maybe ten, with sandy brown hair and an open sketchbook walked up to A.B. He held the sketchbook out to A.B. and asked, "Can I have your sutograph, sir?"

"Hey hey, I wasn't expecting attention but sure you can." He pulled out a silver pen with red ink "And...Here...You...Go" he said writing his signature.

"Awesome!" The boy said before running back into the crowd.

"A radio celebrity shows up at a party for music lovers and doesn't expect attention? Didn't quite think that one through, huh?" Said a voice beside A.B.
Haro stood there, leaning against the truck and drinking a Diet Coke.

"Tiresome week, Guess i wasn't thinkin straight" He said "Besides the real credit should go to the men on the front lines" He said turning around "So whats been happenin my brotha"

"Good things. We've been setting up for this for the past month or so, so it's good to see it worked." Haro said. He took another drink from the silver can and asked, "So, what was that thing you were going to tell K.T.?"

"I would actually like to talk to all three of you if thats okay" He said "Its serious"

Haro sighed, "Alright, if you say so. I was just hoping to hear it first. It's that big, huh?"

"Considering the circumstances, Yes" He said, looking down "I thik its time I talked with them"

Haro expression got a bit more serious. "Right. No time like the present, then." He motioned with the can for A.B. to follow him as he started walking back to his brothers.