Might of the Colliseum

Colt looked around his house to check he had not left anything behind. 'I won't be back for a while.' He thought as he touched the wall by the door. Colt bent down and picked up his heavy bags before opening the door.

The rain hammered down as a wind that threatened to carry him away blew with all its might. 'Damn, it's cold!' Colt shivered as the driver sent by Rebel Energy took his bags from him. He locked the door and hurried to the black car before slipping into the back seats.

"Took you long enough." Mike chuckled as he punched Colt's arm.

Colt groaned before nudging his brother with his elbow. "I wish they'd told me they were picking you up first. If I'd known, I would have kept you waiting longer."

Mike rolled his eyes as he peered out the car window. "This could have waited til morning, you know. What possessed you to do it tonight?"