Vars was laughing as he watched Viktor set to throw the fire. Robert moved over a lane to stay out of the way as the sirens came on.

Then he saw the maniacs coming right at them, the red ducati going the wrong way on the freeway. Aarne had seen the fire and wanted to see what the punks were doing. Riding between the limo and the other bike Aarne screamed, standing on the bike pegs to cheer. No doubt this was the work of Viktor.

"Maybe second fire. Car still work." Or maybe Vars just wanted to watch his lover throw more fire on the bastards.