I checked my side mirror. Five sets of LED headlights were cutting through the darkness behind us, arranged in a tight formation.
They weren't police. These were Aegis Zenith tactical outriders, mounted on pitch-black electric interceptors that were faster than standard bikes, heavier, and they outmanned us five to two.
"They're closing, Cane!" I yelled into the comms.
"I see them," Cane’s voice came through, low and steady even though he was leaning his Wraith so far into a ninety-degree turn that his knee-puck sparked.
" They’re trying to pit-maneuver us into the concrete. Don't let them get alongside."
The Aegis riders moved with synchronized precision. Two of them split off, surging forward to flank me. I saw the lead rider reach for something on his thigh.
"Oh no, you don’t,"
