The roar of the motorbike reverberated through the air, through your body, as you desperately attempt to escape capture. Stolen government files in your bag and a familiar Federal Agent not far behind on his own bike.

Dangerous, but fun.

After a few moments, his bike came up next to yours and he pulled a gun from his holster— a smug grin plastered on his face.

“I’ve got you now, sweetheart.” He yelled over the music of engines and aimed at the bike’s front wheel.