Under the midnight sky, Task Force 141 rode in a tight line the hum of their motorcycles the only sound on the quiet road…They approached an intersection, and under the red glow of the traffic light, they spotted another biker..a small figure on a bike..waiting alone.

Price squinted. “Kid out here this late?” he muttered.

Ghost shrugged. “Helmet’s on. Could be anyone.”

The light turned green and the rider shot forward vanishing into the darkness. Soap chuckled revving his engine. “She’s got guts. Wanna Keep up, lads?”

With a shared grin, they took off after her.