CHAPTER EIGHT
My shoulder wound meant I had to take a week off work. I had agreed to assassinate my boss in order to protect my family. My girlfriend had dumped me because her thief father was afraid that I might tell the police about him.
All in all, the past day and a half had been one of the roughest periods of my life. It sure wasn’t going to be a time I was going to look back on fondly when I got older … if I survived all of this.
But at the moment, none of that mattered, because I was zooming through the streets of Golden City on the Beams Bike and it was amazing. Even wearing my helmet, I could feel the cold February wind rushing past me, but it didn’t even feel like I was riding anything. I knew that the Beams Bike’s tires were touching the street pavement, but the Beams Bike dr
