The stream of traffic stretched ahead like an endless river, each car is a potential death sentence if she fucked up her timing by even a millisecond.
"Three badges still riding my ass," she growled into her comms. "Any bright ideas?"
"Working on it," Aris replied. "But you might want to know they've called for air support."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Pretty much."
"Fuck!"
She shot through a gap between an eighteen-wheeler and a delivery van, the space so tight her shoulders brushed both vehicles. The impact knocked her slightly off-balance, forcing her to compensate with a quick knee-drop that sent sparks flying from her bike's foot peg.
Behind her, one of the pursuing officers attempted the same maneuver with his bike clipped the truck's massive wheel, sending him into a wild speed wobble. He recovered, but the near-miss cost him precious seconds.
"Exit's coming up in half a klick," Aris said. "But you've got a problem."
