“Don’t zoom in any further,” Zee says softly through my earpiece.
“I know,” I answer, voice low, controlled. “I just need to see her clear the turn.”
Snow flickers across my windshield like static from a broken channel, the city below pulsing with Christmas lights and illegal speed. I’m parked three rooftops away from the underpass where Vega Zero is about to scream through at two hundred kilometers per hour. The engine roar hits first...
feral, unmistakable. Her engine. Her rhythm.
I don’t move.
I never move.
That’s the rule now.
The city has learned her new name fast. VEGA ZERO. Masked. Ruthless. Untouchable. The racers whisper it like a dare and a prayer. I hear it through hacked comms, underground feeds, late-night streams. I track every appearance from a distance that hurts.
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