by Ian Cannon
“Oh no.” He was sunk.
He committed an immediate about-face and boosted away at top speed. He’d head for REX. If he could make it there, they wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Growling, he pushed his skiff harder, harder, winding back through the network of tunnels and hubs. His pursuers were too fast. The lead bike sidled up next to him.
“Great…” Ben growled and veered toward the bike. His vehicle was bigger, had more mass, more ramming power. They bumped, grinding against each other. He glanced over, saw the pilot through his cockpit window—teeth gritted, warrior eyes, Raylon red hair. That wasn’t a he. Ben gasped.
“Sweetheart?”
“Babe!”
They released each other.
“What’re you doing out here?” Ben said.
“Oh, just going for a ride.”
“Okay, follow me. I know where REX…”
But she accelerated away leaving him in her space wake.
“Okay…”
Now they were after him. He couldn’t help but laugh. The least he could do was divert them, let Tawny make her way to REX. He’d catch up later.
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