The engine roared into life, and the back tyre spun against the tarmac, leaving a long trail of rubber as Leah skidded off.

She weaved in and out of traffic, paying little attention to the direction she wad heading in, instead focusing only on what was directly in front of her.

Of course it had been too good to last. How could it ever have failed to be anything but? She just didn’t expect her dad to find out first. Honestly, she worked with a bunch of government agents whose job is was to track down criminals. And her dad, a major criminal kingpin, had been the one to figure it out. How bad were her colleagues at their jobs if they let this one get past them.

But then again, she had only taken the job because legally shooting people is a lot more fun than shooting people illegally. And besides, there was a damn good pay check involved.

The city flashed by as she sped past buildings, cars and pedestrians. She wondered if anyone else was having troubles in their life. Probably. It was a big city after all. Problems of her exact nature though? That was almost certainly exclusive to her.

The wind was cold on her skin as it rushed past, she hadn’t grabbed a jacket when she ran out, just her helmet. Her hand were almost frozen to the handles as she gunned it over the bridge.

Roadworks, what a surprise. Ignoring the slow signs, she weaved round the cones, and came up to the peak of the bridge.

Something bright yellow stepped out from behind a cone, a long cable coiled around his shoulder.


It was the only thought she had time for, as she swerved, and the bike went too far to the ground. They both tumbled, the bridge immediately taking the skin off her forearm as she skidded along, one foot trapped under the bike. Leah struggled to slow herself down, losing more skin in the effort, as the bike slid into the roadworks, scattering cones and people alike.

Leah saw what the roadworks were for a second before the inevitable happened. They were replacing the railings on the side of the bridge.

Both her and the bike shot through the gap, the brightly lit concrete turning into dark rushing water. It was strange, how weightless she was, how time seemed to slow as she fell, how everything fell away as the lights of the bridge got further and further away.

The bike crashed into the water first, sending up a spray to cover her and she crashed into it a mere second after. Even through the helmet, she could feel the impact of the water, and the second impact as she slammed into her bike. The darkness slipped over her and consumed her, just like the water did.