Nikolai clamped the sides of the bike, his hips leaning slightly against Nikita's back as they zoomed through the southern district. A trail of neon lights shimmered across the wet roads, chased by a dozen customised cars racing to run them down.
Vrooooom!
Each time they came to a corner, Nikita's body leaned forward, tilting the bike, causing Nikolai to shake, losing his target.
"Shit!"
'This is too exciting!'
The cold wind soared past his body, digging into his flesh like frigid daggers. His muscles tightened with each slight sway and subtle bump. Forced to use his senses and trust towards Nikita to remain on the bike.
He grasped the borrowed rifle, struggling to keep the aim steady, as powerful updrafts and gravity took control.
Ra-Ta-Ta!
Nikolai squeezed the trigger, firing three shots in a burst.
The silver lights zipped through the air, against the wind, cutting through the current like a knife through tofu.
Deng!
