Leaning against the wall beside him: a bicycle unlike any other. Matte black frame, tires that seem to drink the light. No gears, no chain—just a seamless, obsidian triangle. A single red LED pulses on the top tube like a heartbeat.

FIGURE They took Kessler. And the Hellion.

JAX You know anyplace that serves breakfast at 3 a.m.?

JAX You can’t repo what you never owned.

The bike LAUNCHES forward. Straight at the lead SUV. Jax closes his eyes.