"Who are you?" Raizel finally managed to shout over the wind.
"Someone who doesn't want to see you die tonight!" the rider yelled back, voice distorted slightly.
Raizel's chest burned with unanswered questions, but for now, survival was all that mattered.
The bike sped into the deep, forgotten industrial districts of the city, disappearing into a labyrinth of tunnels and ruins.
Behind them, the Federation's forces howled in frustration — the Criminal had slipped through their fingers.
But Raizel knew this was only the beginning.
The world was now hunting him.
And whoever had saved him…
He would find out soon enough whether they were a friend.
Or just another enemy waiting for the right time to strike.
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"Target lost. Requesting immediate backup."
The voice crackled through the comm line, strained and panicked.
