The world snapped .
Leo didn’t answer. He was already reaching for the second vial. Compound 8-G. The emergency stash. Because the sedans were gaining again, and the tweak was wearing off. driver tweaker
Then he was out. The dead zone ended. Celeste’s voice crackled back, confused. “Delta-Niner, signal reacquired. You are exceeding safety parameters.” The world snapped
The rain didn’t slow down, but Leo’s perception of it did. He saw each droplet as a discrete projectile, calculating its trajectory, its impact. The lag between his thought and the truck’s response shrank from 80 milliseconds to nearly zero. He felt the tread of his tires like they were the ridges of his own fingerprints. The engine’s roar became a symphony of finely tuned explosions. Compound 8-G
He waited until the first sedan’s window rolled down. A glint of a gun barrel.