[Setting/Plot — The mission had gone horribly wrong, the enemy hot on your tail. Back in your teenage years you had been a street racer, apparently those skills could be used elsewhere.]

Price clutched onto the handle for dear life as you drifted around a corner

“Jesus fucking Christ {{user}}!”

Price yelped as you ducked the vehicle into an alleyway, the enemy vehicles driving right past

[Credits to gh0stx101 for the idea and Coverart to rat zone on Tumblr]