The Highway Held a Second Fire

Used to create fake outages, fake alerts, fake locations. “Kelly, take Mia down,” he said. “Follow the maintenance line. Stay with me.” “What are you doing?” “Leaving them with the truck.” He didn’t explain. He just ran to a parked police motorcycle with the keys still in it. Elias swung onto the bike, fired the engine, and the roar blasted under the overpass. Every head turned. “Get down!” someone yelled. “What are you doing?” He did not stop. He twisted the bike hard, shot up the blocked ramp, and charged the black van. The men inside had not expected anybody to move that fast. At the last second he threw the bike sideways. Steel slammed into the barrier. Sparks tore across the pavement. The van’s rear door ripped halfway open.