The rain fell harder now, drumming against the awning of a boutique tucked into the corner of a quiet street. Linda stood beneath it, arms crossed, her helmet hanging loosely at her side. Damp clothes clung to her, but it wasn't the chill of the rain that unsettled her, it was the fury still burning in her chest. She had just stormed out of Sara's husband's house, humiliated and seething. He had been arrogant, dismissive, and worse, he had struck her across the face in front of his half-dressed mistress, who had laughed with spite. The sting on her cheek was nothing compared to the wound to her pride.
She lingered outside the boutique, its delicate floral displays and strands of fairy lights glowing faintly in the dusk. Her wet hair clung to her face, rain sliding down in cold rivulets as she stared at the blur of passing traffic. The storm inside her had quieted, but it hadn't passed."
At that moment, a sleek black Genesis G90 rolled to a silent stop a few meters away. Even through the mist, its polished body caught the light. Linda's brow lifted. The G90 wasn't just any car, it was the kind of sedan reserved for executives and power brokers.
Her curiosity stirred. The driver, a tall, lean man in a silver suit, stepped out briskly and popped the hood. He leaned in, pretending to fiddle with the engine, muttering under his breath. Something about the way he touched the machine felt off. That driver looks suspicious, Linda thought, continuing to watch closely.
Moments later, the back door opened, and a bulky figure in a black suit and dark glasses stepped out. His posture was rigid, his movements sharp. bodyguard.
Linda's eyes narrowed. Her gaze shifted to the rear seat. A man in his forties, dressed in a sharply tailored designer suit, sat just inside, deep in a phone conversation. He seemed oblivious to the drizzle. With his neat haircut, polished shoes, and commanding aura, Linda pegged him instantly: a high-ranking businessman. Possibly a CEO.
She studied the scene carefully, the driver inspecting the problem in the engine, the bodyguard moving to assist and the boss distracted by his phone. It all looked normal, but her instincts, sharpened from months of learning to read people, told her otherwise.
Then suddenly, the driver reached under his jacket. Linda's heart skipped as a click echoed in the air followed by an alarming gunshot. The bodyguard that had came out to help the driver, jerked and collapsed to the wet pavement, lifeless. Linda's pulse surged and her breath caught.
What the hell?
The businessman dropped his phone, frozen in shock. The driver who was now with a gun, was already heading straight for the backseat where the boss sat.
Linda didn't think twice and quickly reacted. She hurled her helmet like a discus and it cut through the air and struck the gunman square on the temple. He stumbled, cried out, and crashed to the ground as the gun slid across the floor.
Linda dashed forward, slid on the wet ground, and scooped up the pistol. She barely had time to raise it when the squeal of tires pierced the storm. Two black sedans raced down the road coming towards them,thier engines roaring. Their headlights was seen through the fog and rain, coming in great speed. Windows slid open, and the dark shapes of rifles poked out. The cars weren't slowing down__they were aligning with the Genesis, ready to pin it.
Linda's breath quickened. This was no coincidence, it must have been planned. Without hesitation, she yanked open the front door, jumped into the driver's seat, and slammed it shut. The man in the back stared at her, wide-eyed with terror.
"Buckle up," she ordered. The man quickly buckled up in terror. Linda then floored the accelerator as the Genesis jolted forward, tires screeching before gripping the slick asphalt. Bullets hammered the car from behind and the windshield exploded into shards.
Linda drove like both their lives depended on it. She swerved hard, dodging incoming cars. The businessman clung to his seatbelt, protecting his head and shrieking as bullets tore into the car. Linda returned fire through the shattered rear window, hitting one of the cars, but it kept coming. These weren't just street thugs, they were professionals and it seems their mission was.
"Who are they?! Why are they trying to kill me instead of robbing me?" the man shouted.
"You tell me!" Linda shot back.
The sedan skidded into an intersection. Horns blared and pedestrians scattered. Linda's grip was firm on the steering and her focus was sharp as her eyes kept flicking between the road and the rearview mirror.
She tried to fire at one of the cars but the gun only clicked with no bullet coming out.
"Damn it. Stupid gun," she hissed, tossing the useless weapon into the back.
Suddenly, up ahead, one of the pursuing cars cut through a side street and reappeared—blocking them from the front.
Behind them, the second sedan closed in.
"We're trapped! We're doomed!" the businessman cried.
"Not yet."
Linda exhaled, tightened her grip, and spun the wheel hard. The Genesis fishtailed, skimming a tight gap between a parked car and a pole and sparks flew as paint scraped. Luckily, they made it through.
One of the black sedans tried to follow quickly. The businessman shoved another pistol into Linda's hand. She aimed, steady despite the speed, and fired. The front tire of the Sedan made a flatting sound and soon, the car swerved out of control and slammed into a streetlight.
But the second sedan stayed on her tail.
"They won't stop!" the businessman yelled.
"Neither will I," Linda snapped.
She swerved again and kept driving. Shops, signs and neon lights blurred as she tore downhill, spraying through puddles.
Unexpectedly, a bullets struck the bumper. Linda jerked the wheel, sliding the Genesis onto a narrow overpass.
"I hope you're ready to fly," she muttered.
The road ahead ended at a steep ramp under construction.
The man saw it. "Wait—what are you—?"
"Hold on."
The car shot up the ramp. For a second, the tires barely touched the ground. Then they lifted and for one breathless moment, they were airborne.
The Genesis slammed onto the opposite side. The metals groaned and the chassis shuddered, but they landed, unharmed.
The pursuing car wasn't as lucky. It hit the ramp too late, at the wrong angle. The front lifted, but the rear clipped the barrier. It spun out of control, flipping mid-air before smashing down in a violent heap.
Linda didn't slow down after the safe landing. She checked the mirror to see only smoke and distance behind.
The man exhaled, trembling. "You saved my life."
Linda's face was set, but a faint smile tugged at her lips as she drove into the night.