He stepped out of the smoking wreckage before the wheels had even stopped spinning. He walked toward the lead driver, who was dazed and pinned by an airbag. Lino didn't say a word. He simply reached into the driver’s tactical vest, pulled out a specific, modified magazine, and felt the weight of the rounds.
They thought it was a chase. Lino knew it was an extraction.
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
The static on the radio was the only sound in the garage until the heavy iron doors groaned open. Lino didn’t look up from the engine of the reinforced Renault. He knew the gait of the man walking in—it was heavy, desperate, and smelled of burnt rubber.
"You’re never out when they’re using your tech to kill cops," the man replied, collapsing against a stack of reinforced tires. He stepped out of the smoking wreckage before
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.
"They’re coming, Lino," the man rasped, clutching a bleeding side. "The unit was compromised. Ares is moving the shipment tonight." He simply reached into the driver’s tactical vest,
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.