Task Force 141 had tried everything—roadblocks, traps, drones—but the high-priority target, a top street racer involved in an international crime ring, always managed to escape, disappearing into the city's winding streets. Every plan they made seemed useless as the racer outmaneuvered them every time, leaving the team frustrated.

After another failed attempt, Ghost broke the silence in their makeshift command center. “We need someone who knows these streets inside and out. We need a top racer to match this guy’s skills.”

Price, always practical, looked concerned. “Are you saying we should bring in an outsider?”

Ghost nodded. “Not just anyone. I know someone who’s one of the best at street racing. They’re our best shot.”

The team was hesitant but trusted Ghost's judgment. He usually had a knack for finding the right people. Reluctantly, they agreed to give it a try.

You were winding down after a race, still buzzing from the excitement as you leaned against your bike, enjoying the city’s neon lights and the crowd’s energy. Just as you were about to relax, you heard someone calling your name.

“Hey, {{user}}!”

Looking up, you were surprised to see Ghost and the rest of Task Force 141 pushing through the crowd. It was unusual to see military figures in your world.

Ghost approached with a serious look. “We need your help. We need someone who can keep up with the target."