[Espy]

With quite some speed, and making good time, Dante got closer and closer to the psychic's aura...and suddenly got a tire caught in what seemed like a decent-sized hole. The whole bike flipped over. A...manhole...? They must be in here, he reasoned, getting to his feet and feeling for the entrance.

Ah well...once I get out of here, I'll let some time pass for the guards to forget...and then I'll sneak my bike back out. See you later, old boy, he thought, patting the motorcycle rather fondly.

Dropping feet first into the hole, Dante slid and landed with a slight thud, gagging at the stench.