Colette sized up the two riders through her tactical display - matched bikes, matched gear, but their handling told a different story. The lead guy kept oversteering his corners, compensating with too much throttle. His buddy didn't look much better, shoulders too stiff, body position all wrong.
Fucking amateurs. They can't even steer well. Maybe I can use that.
She gunned it straight between them. The sudden move forced them to split apart, breaking their formation. Just as she predicted, the first guy fumbled for his weapon, trying to ride one-handed.
"Bad move, asshole."
She hit her brakes. Hard.
The rider's shot went wide, missing her completely. The round sparked off his partner's back wheel, shredding the tire. The bike bucked like a mechanical bull, throwing its rider into a sideways skid.
"One down."
