Not far from where Ram waited, Liam cruised along on an old hoverbike. It looked like a regular motorbike, though it hovered just above the ground.
"Each time we escape, it gets harder to stay hidden," he muttered, glancing down at the black puppy sitting in front of him.
The only change this time was that the dog had grown bigger since the night before but still wore the same playful grin.
This beat-up hoverbike was a basic model, used by low-level gang members for small jobs.
Unlike advanced hover bikes, this one is equipped with old-school mechanical steering, basic thrusters for aerial lift, acceleration, and basic flight control, with a top speed of 120 mph.
Liam had stolen it when he snuck out, this time he wanted to stay far away from that woman.
After being caught last night, he had been forced to work all night to satisfy her.
