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mission.
Had the Doc been kidnapped by the Foundry?
He searched desperately for the junction across the bridge, but hundreds of Bikers were merging and breaking away, darting this way and that, following patterns he couldnât decipher. A big sign pointing toward the Foundry loomed out of the darkness. Micah cranked the handlebars, but there were too many riders cutting him off from the exit.
He was going to miss the stupid bridge!
Wedged between two Watchmen, Phoebe wriggled forward to get a glimpse of where they were taking her, but it was hard to see anything out of the Autoâs narrow window slits. With her initial terror receding, she felt anger rising up in its place. It was time for a new tactic.
Phoebe hitched her breath, working up a convincing sob.
âP-please,â she whimpered, âIâm scared. I want my daddy.â
They didnât so much as glance at her.
âIâI feel sick. And I have to go to the potty.â
Nothing. Their faces remained fixed straight ahead, eyes hidden behind those irritating black spectacles.
The Auto-mobile slowed. Traffic. Phoebe perked upâthis was her chance.
When it stopped, she leaped across the Watchman to her right and forced the door open. For an instant, she could taste the pungent air of Foundry Bay and hear the bleat of horns. The choppy shudder of Aero-copter blades thundered overhead. She was swinging her leg outside when the Watchman yanked her back in and slammed the door. Phoebe glared at her captors, huffing and heaving.
A curious alarm went off in her mind. At first she thought it must be a trick of the stifling silence in the Auto, but staring at the Watchmen, she became convinced. Phoebe was the only one breathing.
Their broad chests were as unmoving as their expressions.
She felt ill. None of this made sense.
A tiny movement grabbed her attention, a flicker deep within the ear canal of the Watchman on her right. She leaned toward him, and a sickly chill ran down her spine.
Something was writhing inside the Watchmanâs ear.
No time to think. Micah growled and gunned the throttle, rocketing past the other Bikes. He jetted across six lanes toward the exit, only to find his path blocked by construction barricades. Micah slammed the handlebars to the right and whipped around a corkscrew turn. His dinner climbed up his throat, and he wrestled it back down.
Another barrier popped up, and he flung himself to the left, evading a collision by inches. His head was spinning. He wiped the sweat from his eyes just in time to see an approaching junction. The Bike swerved onto an adjoining lane, and the winch head chattered in a spray of sparks. Ahead, the cable he was on dropped at a steep angle and disappeared.
Micah clamped his eyes closed in terror.
Then, with a sudden jolt, he was level again. He braved a look. Six empty cable lanes lay before him. Misty wind snapped at his face. The gargantuan rays of the Crest of Dawn shone ahead. He was above the bridge. The Foundry was in front of him, and the kidnappersâ striped Autos were below.
He had done it!
Searchlights swept over the dark bay to his right. A dozen Aero-copters swarmed a black ship. Military boats were converging upon it, lighting the tide with huge lamps.
Micah squinted at lights in his eyes. More Aero-copters up ahead.
Wait, those ainât spotlights.
His heart stopped. Somehow, he had gotten on the wrong lane and was heading directly into oncoming traffic!
He howled a bloodcurdling scream and crushed the brake. Sparks exploded from the winch head like fireworks, followed by a flash and a deafening pop. The brake went limp. The engine lurched forward, out of control. Now there was no way to stop accelerating.
Horns blared. A blinding white wall of death raced at Micah, and he hurled his Bike to the left as the first oncoming rider blurred past. Then to the right, then back again. He shrieked, but the wailing engine and his ever-increasing speed whipped
Had the Doc been kidnapped by the Foundry?
He searched desperately for the junction across the bridge, but hundreds of Bikers were merging and breaking away, darting this way and that, following patterns he couldnât decipher. A big sign pointing toward the Foundry loomed out of the darkness. Micah cranked the handlebars, but there were too many riders cutting him off from the exit.
He was going to miss the stupid bridge!
Wedged between two Watchmen, Phoebe wriggled forward to get a glimpse of where they were taking her, but it was hard to see anything out of the Autoâs narrow window slits. With her initial terror receding, she felt anger rising up in its place. It was time for a new tactic.
Phoebe hitched her breath, working up a convincing sob.
âP-please,â she whimpered, âIâm scared. I want my daddy.â
They didnât so much as glance at her.
âIâI feel sick. And I have to go to the potty.â
Nothing. Their faces remained fixed straight ahead, eyes hidden behind those irritating black spectacles.
The Auto-mobile slowed. Traffic. Phoebe perked upâthis was her chance.
When it stopped, she leaped across the Watchman to her right and forced the door open. For an instant, she could taste the pungent air of Foundry Bay and hear the bleat of horns. The choppy shudder of Aero-copter blades thundered overhead. She was swinging her leg outside when the Watchman yanked her back in and slammed the door. Phoebe glared at her captors, huffing and heaving.
A curious alarm went off in her mind. At first she thought it must be a trick of the stifling silence in the Auto, but staring at the Watchmen, she became convinced. Phoebe was the only one breathing.
Their broad chests were as unmoving as their expressions.
She felt ill. None of this made sense.
A tiny movement grabbed her attention, a flicker deep within the ear canal of the Watchman on her right. She leaned toward him, and a sickly chill ran down her spine.
Something was writhing inside the Watchmanâs ear.
No time to think. Micah growled and gunned the throttle, rocketing past the other Bikes. He jetted across six lanes toward the exit, only to find his path blocked by construction barricades. Micah slammed the handlebars to the right and whipped around a corkscrew turn. His dinner climbed up his throat, and he wrestled it back down.
Another barrier popped up, and he flung himself to the left, evading a collision by inches. His head was spinning. He wiped the sweat from his eyes just in time to see an approaching junction. The Bike swerved onto an adjoining lane, and the winch head chattered in a spray of sparks. Ahead, the cable he was on dropped at a steep angle and disappeared.
Micah clamped his eyes closed in terror.
Then, with a sudden jolt, he was level again. He braved a look. Six empty cable lanes lay before him. Misty wind snapped at his face. The gargantuan rays of the Crest of Dawn shone ahead. He was above the bridge. The Foundry was in front of him, and the kidnappersâ striped Autos were below.
He had done it!
Searchlights swept over the dark bay to his right. A dozen Aero-copters swarmed a black ship. Military boats were converging upon it, lighting the tide with huge lamps.
Micah squinted at lights in his eyes. More Aero-copters up ahead.
Wait, those ainât spotlights.
His heart stopped. Somehow, he had gotten on the wrong lane and was heading directly into oncoming traffic!
He howled a bloodcurdling scream and crushed the brake. Sparks exploded from the winch head like fireworks, followed by a flash and a deafening pop. The brake went limp. The engine lurched forward, out of control. Now there was no way to stop accelerating.
Horns blared. A blinding white wall of death raced at Micah, and he hurled his Bike to the left as the first oncoming rider blurred past. Then to the right, then back again. He shrieked, but the wailing engine and his ever-increasing speed whipped
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