Only one slight flicker of the facial muscle gave her away, lasting less than a second, but it was noticed, the smirk. Seen as she turned left and drove in front of me. Her sharply fixed hair and dress code spoke of her employment in the forces. But was that the police or something more sinister, but soon the little incidents started happening. Yes you have guessed it, my bike has joined the millions of others now encased in concrete. Unfortunately the Force organisation has control over almost everything that happens on planet earth.