Andrew’s POV
Our gadgets beeped as the location of the circuit flashed on our screens.
Shutting down our helmets we looked at one another and pumped our engines, making the gears roar. We sped away on our beasts leaving behind a hot trail of smoke as we followed the instructions of the GPS lady.
“What the f**k !”, Alan groaned through the transmitter.
“What’s wrong dude ?”, Bryant asked.
“I don’t think you want to look back”, Alan said.
“s**t me not if it’s The Wasps”, I gritted through the teeth as I saw in the side mirror ten motorcycles chase us with drivers brandishing guns in their hands.
“Let’s do this guys”, Bryant said with firm determination.
“It’s the triangle then ?”, Alan asked.
“I don’t feel like playing with these children for long. It’s the acce
