ddy slope. Black dirt packed t

ak tree, gasping for air. Her lungs burne

mind, attempting to awaken the biological

ss. But the cardiovascular system of this normal

through her chest, forcing a wet, ragged cough f

pted the reality that she had to rely sol

ned dress. She tied it tightly around a d

roar tore through the sile

d of high-octane fuel bu

and direction. A vehicle meant a way out. She couldn't wander aimlessly; she

coustic signature of the engines, gritting her tee

seeking her extraction point. Down in the canyon,

rs lined up behind a starting line

rs partied in the downpour. This was an illegal u

e wore a custom-tailored black dress shirt. He he

excitedly at a modified red Ferrari. G

ace his stock Aston Martin against a c

ushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose. He smiled

smoke. His eyes were dead, showing no

ked over. He arrogantly flipped his

o ice. He looked at the tattooe

nd snapped his fingers at his

over a black card. Duval spoke two words,

creams. The stakes had j

crushed it beneath his leather shoe. He

lmly watched the scene unfold. He

al computer. She analyzed the layout of the canyo

before she walked out of these w

k vine. She slid down the steep rock

re the first hairpin turn of the track-the