I pushed the Norton into redline, the vibrations rattling my teeth. Beside me, Dax was a dark shadow on his own machine, his face set in a grim mask of determination. We were closing the gap, the scream of our engines bouncing off the glass skyscrapers. Marcus swerved into an alleyway, his rear tire kicking up trash and sparks as he banked hard around a dumpster.
"He’s heading for the old foundry!" Dax’s voice crackled through the comms in my helmet. "Mia, take the service ramp to the left. If you can get above him, you can cut off the exit to the docks!"
I didn't argue. I veered away, the Norton jumping the curb and roaring up a steep concrete incline. I reached the elevated walkway just as Marcus surged into the open courtyard below. He looked up, his eyes wide with a manic terror as h
