Seeing the motorcycle vanish into the night a split second before the smoke grenades swallowed the entire driveway, Zack's face darkened with fury.
"FUCK! THEY ESCAPED!"
Zack clenched his fist, tendons standing out under his skin.
The bike tore through the city road, slicing between streaks of neon light and blurred headlights. The night air rushed past them as buildings flickered by in broken reflections.
The coastal road unspooled ahead in a long black ribbon, the city falling away behind them under starlight. Wind tore past them at speed, sharp enough to sting the eyes and steal sound from the world.
Maya twisted around on the seat, and her breath caught.
Three clear dents bloomed in the back of Stan's jacket, the fabric puckered around them like flowers that had bloomed too fast.
"Your back..."
"Bulletproof vest, ma."
"You could've..."
Stan didn't let her finish, "Stay tight."
