Two minutes earlier.
"Ha! Think you're so great just because you're locals? Eat shit!"
A Colby Mule sped down the road. The passenger in the back was grinning from ear to ear as he turned around and flipped off the Sixth Street gang they'd left behind!
Just then-
Boom-
A Motorcycle shot out from behind the car like a rocket, heading toward the battlefield!
The man who'd flipped them off stared in bewilderment. "What the hell was that? Did you see it?"
"Looked like a Rocket?" The driver's grin faded, and he looked uncertain.
Was that something that belonged in the city?
But they soon found out what it was!
Boom-
A second Motorcycle burst out from around the corner, leaning into the turn at an almost zero-degree angle.
It had to be said: judged by an ordinary person's standards, the second Motorcycle's trajectory looked much more normal. At least, it was easier to see.
But at that speed, on a rainy night like this, there was no way it could hold that turn at such a tight angle-only a true zero-degree lean could let a Motorcycle make a turn like that.
Unless something gave the bike a push, providing the centripetal force.
Boom!
The Motorcycle suddenly erupted in a huge flash of fire. The push made it leap into the air, before it quickly righted itself-
"It's a fucking Motorcycle!"
The engine roared. The Motorcycle caught up with the truck, traveling at 70 miles per hour, in an instant. Raindrops squeezed through the shattered windows of the Colby Mule, and so did Jackie's cold gaze.
The raindrops hit his helmet and slid away. Those supposedly cold eyes were actually red indicator lights from his ocular Sensor.
The red glow looked glaring and dangerous in the rainy night-
Because no