Lino looked at the car. It was a Frankenstein of engineering: a sleeper sedan packed with a nitrogen-cooled turbocharger and a front bumper forged from industrial-grade titanium, designed to flip armored transport trucks like toys. He didn't grab a gun. He grabbed a wrench.
Three hours later, the highway was a blur of orange sodium lights. Lino pushed the stick into fifth, the engine screaming in a frequency that vibrated through his teeth. Behind him, three black SUVs—Ares’s clean-up crew—threaded through traffic with lethal precision. Lost.Bullet.2.2022.PL.WEB-DLx264-K83.mkv
He slammed the brakes, the specialized hydraulic system locking the rear wheels in a perfect 180-degree spin. As the lead SUV hurtled toward him, Lino engaged the pneumatic ram. The collision was a symphony of screeching metal. The SUV launched into the air, a two-ton bird of prey clipped mid-flight, while Lino’s car absorbed the shock through the custom dampeners he’d spent months perfecting. Lino looked at the car
"You’re never out when they’re using your tech to kill cops," the man replied, collapsing against a stack of reinforced tires. He grabbed a wrench
The debt wasn't settled, but the tools of the trade were back in the right hands. Lino climbed back into his scarred machine, the engine turning over on the first try, and disappeared into the darkness of the French countryside before the first sirens could reach the scene.
Lino finally wiped his grease-stained hands on a rag. His eyes, cold as the steel frame of the car, drifted to a single, mangled bullet sitting on his workbench—the one that had nearly cost him everything a year ago. In this world, a bullet wasn't just lead; it was a signature. "I told you I was out," Lino said, his voice like gravel.
They thought it was a chase. Lino knew it was an extraction.