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Mile fifty. The tunnel section. Ace activated the S-7’s active aero, the wings flattening, the underbody glowing blue as it suctioned to the tarmac. He shot into the dark like a bullet. For three miles, there was only the hum of the turbines and the flicker of his own heartbeat on the monitor.

“Reckless,” Ace muttered.

He let the S-7 slide, ignored its shrieking warnings, and dove into the final canyon. Rose followed, her head-to-head battle now a partnership. They ran side by side, inches apart, their wake tearing chunks from the canyon walls. Speed Racer

“That,” he said, tossing the helmet into a ravine, “was the first real race I’ve ever had.”

He climbed out. She was already standing on the Cherry Bomb’s hood, her racing suit unzipped, her face smeared with oil and joy. Mile fifty

“You’ll kill that antique,” Ace said over an open channel.

Something inside Ace—something he’d buried under years of contracts and telemetry—snapped. He shot into the dark like a bullet

Ace’s only competition was the woman they called Riot Rose.