Tonight, the objective was simple: Intercept a hypercar known as “The Ghost.” Rumor said its driver was a former cop who’d snapped. He didn't race for money. He raced to erase his own heat signature. Every mile he drove, he vanished a little more.
I slammed the nitrous. The world stretched. Trees became green smears; guardrails, silver blurs. 150. 180. 210 mph. The rain turned to needles against my windshield.
And I switched sides.
"Deploying roadblock at Grid 7," the AI chirped, emotionless.
"Zephyr, box him in," I muttered into my headset.
I pulled alongside, door to door. 190 mph. I could see his helmet—a matte-black skull. He turned his head. Even through the visor, I saw the emptiness. He wasn't a racer. He was a ghost already.
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