Watching Team Red finish changing their tires and get ready to leave, Jay Monroe felt a burning in his throat, itching to rush down with a submachine gun and bang-bang, blow a few heads off.
But he knew, if he did that, he'd be out of the game too. He's here for the championship—how could he afford to get eliminated now?
Jay's elegantly sharp eyes were ablaze, helplessly watching Team Red board their vehicles, engines revving, the rear squad following in perfect formation.
Gone…
He closed his eyes and beat the ground in frustration, but then he heard an odd sound in the air, opened his eyes again, and saw the vehicles that had just started suddenly come to a halt…
No wonder it felt familiar—is that Renee Morgan's homemade mini crossbow?
Jay pressed the comm against his chest, head lowered, murmuring softly, "Morgan..."
"Mm." Renee replied without opening her mouth, her voice barely audible, as if you could sense how steady her breath was.
