Ray swerved, dodging the rapidly flipping and bouncing oxygen cylinder. There was no telling how many times it hit but he both heard and saw it shoot into the sky behind him. Glaring his irritation at the criminal, he clenched the steering wheel, feeling his knuckles pop. They were dead set on messing up his ride.

Arcing wide, Ray mashed the gas and pulled up beside the truck. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough room to stay there long. The motorcycle could narrowly be seen in the distance, nearing the top of the I-95 ramp. There was no way they were going to catch it. Why they’d even bothered was a complete mystery.

The truck darted over, nearly on top of him. Ray slammed on the brakes, back into the danger zone. Another green cylinder hit the road right in front of him. Spinning the steering wheel, he slid sideways and shot into the far left lane. Another spin the other way sent him sliding around, the front of his car facing the left side of the truck. He corrected just as the second bottle went off. It shot like a torpedo, flying inches over his hood and passed the truck with ease. An explosion of concrete dust showered them and an overhead sign began to fall.

This story was written to be enjoyed as a standalone, but if you’d like to experience the tale of how Ray and Crum met, be sure to check out book 1 in the Miami Knights series, The Pandora Gambit!