The Rezvani surged forward, devouring the cracked asphalt. The gutted skeletons of buildings blurred past, sunlight glaring off jagged glass. Riku's pulse hammered in rhythm with the engine, every breath syncing with the growl of the V8. Hana's voice still echoed in his head, breaking through the static, panic, fear, gunfire. He tightened his grip on the wheel. Faster. He had to be faster.
Then it happened.
As he tore through an open intersection, a shadow burst into view. A truck. Massive, rusted, barreling from his left side at full speed. Its horn bellowed, deafening.
BOOOOOOM!
The impact was catastrophic.
The truck slammed broadside into the Rezvani's left flank with a force that thundered through the entire block. Metal screamed against metal, armor buckling inward. Riku's head snapped hard against the window, his vision exploding with white light before darkness clawed at the edges.
