The Chase

Harleys make people look tough and badass, but not me. I was hauled into this sidecar with a helmet squeezed onto my head. Hurtling down a highway with sirens blazing behind, my heart is racing. Thump! Thump! The bags of cash were left in a pigsty and the guns were strewn everywhere. My pockets get lighter as the accelerator is stomped on and chunks of money fly away in the squall. The bike sprints ahead of the raucous as a whirring sound begins above. Chaos fills the moonlit night as the headlights start to die. The bike skids over spikes.