Chapter 4 — The Real Threat
Back in my Manhattan penthouse.
My crew gathered around the table.
Ghost dropped a tablet on the desk.
"Someone's targeting us."
Images popped up.
Destroyed garages.
Burned cars.
Dead smugglers.
Lena frowned.
"Not FBI."
Switch zoomed in.
"Military grade attacks."
Dante spoke quietly.
"Mercenaries."
I leaned back.
"Someone wants to erase every racer in the underground network."
Ghost looked at me.
"And we're next."