No limits, no limits. There weren't even any judges in this race. There was only one clear rule:
"The only one to walk into the Afterlife Nightclub alive by two in the morning."
One of the broadcast feeds from the Badlands showed David-
As Burger King's promising young underling, he was obviously taking part in the event. And, as it happened, he even had a sponsor!
He'd bought the Mackinaw through Lier's connections, but the chassis and suspension were incredible-V-Tech Corporation had sponsored the high-end suspension system.
They'd also replaced every part they could with high-strength steel. The vehicle was now a fairly sturdy armed vehicle.
The Badlands were vast. Besides Maine, who was hiding beside another rock, the two men exchanged glances and gave each other a thumbs-up. Their smiles were both a little forced:
The best way to overcome fear was to face it, but facing fear was pretty scary.
"I'm telling you." In the passenger seat, Lucy pinched David's chin in annoyance and turned his face toward her. "We're only doing the first leg. Don't get carried away."
The race had another advantage: anyone could quit at any time. Given how intense it was, few people would look down on someone for dropping out midway.
Those qualified to mock them would probably all be dead by then.
David nodded. "But what exactly is the starting signal?"
Before he'd finished speaking, the hair on his body suddenly stood on end!
Muzzle flashes blazed in the rearview mirror. Bullets poured toward the back of the car like a waterfall!
"David!" Rebecca shouted from the cargo bed!
That was the starting signal!
Boom!
David's hands and eyes moved in sync. He started the engine, quickly pressed the clutch, shifted gears, and floored the gas. The Mackinaw shot forward, leaving its