Sera slid lower between the seat and the dashboard and opened the glove box.
Wipes. Flares. A small roll of duct tape. Nothing that mattered for this. She shut it.
"What do you want to do?" Zubair asked her. He always asked her when the time came for a decision to be made. It wasn't a vote. It was confirmation that they were moving how she wanted them to be.
Normally, giving anyone else control like that would have sent him into a blind rage, but right now, it felt as easy a breathing to him.
"I want to see them work," Sera said. "But not on us right now."
"Copy," Zubair nodded, more than happy to grant her wish.
The lead rider lifted his left boot and pushed down on his peg twice.
A signal.
The fourth bike closing from the rear accelerated hard. A fifth engine answered from somewhere not on the road. The sound came from the trees.
