“I have to do something about this,” Dane muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the table, though his thoughts were already a mile away. “We can’t keep sitting around like this. We have to move. We have to act.”He slid his empty teacup aside and stood slowly. The café was quiet, tucked away in a sleepy alley, far from the chaos of the ship. It was the only place he could breathe. But even here, trouble always had a way of finding him.He stepped outside.The air had cooled since sunset, and a soft breeze stirred the dust in the street. His bike waited across the road, leaning slightly to one side like it had been waiting too long.“One ride. Just one. Then I’ll head back,” he said to himself. He stepped off the curb, tightening the strap of his leather jacket.Then he heard it.Engines.Low and deep at first—then louder.He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.Four motorcycles rumbled down the narrow road, kicking up dust as they rolled past the café’s entrance. Riders in bla