Blood on the Asphalt biker
The impact launched the cybernetic killer entirely off its feet, throwing it backward through the massive hole in the panoramic window.
The Striker plummeted out into the raging storm, swallowed by the anti-gravity waterfall and the churning green ocean a mile below.
Dax wrestled the sliding bike to a halt mere inches from the couch where the Code-Born kids were sleeping. He killed the engine, the sudden silence in the penthouse ringing in my ears.
He kicked the kickstand down and swung off the bike in one fluid motion. He didn't look at the shattered window or the rain pouring in. He crossed the room in three massive strides, dropping to his knees beside me.