Blood on the Asphalt biker
Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates.
Dax and I rode out slowly, side by side, our tires transitioning from the asphalt to the glowing mud. We didn't draw our weapons. We just rode with the quiet, terrifying confidence of the Speedrun King and the Architect of the New Game.
We stopped ten yards from the leader of the Revers.
Up close, the mercenary leader was a mountain of a man, covered in tribal tattoos and scars, a heavy chain wrapped around his knuckles. He revved his chopper, a deafening challenge that echoed through the jungle.
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