David and Zachariah were eating dinner together upstairs in the main house. Zachariah informed him that he was thinking of calling a meeting of the Cyclist Club within two or three weeks. “In the next few days, I need you to step up and compete. We may have some international entries this time around. I’ve been in contact with some of my competitors overseas. The competition will be stiff, with some experienced cyclists. I started The Cyclist Club in Russia three years ago; but the authorities started getting close, too close, so I came to the United States. I find the police here are not as, shall we say, ruthless as they are in Russia where people disappear for speaking out against the Rossiyskaya Federatsiya or, as you say, the government. I was a chemist and was recruited by the secret
