The man scrunches his large nose and spits on my face. "Doesn't matter. This Defect must be exterminated immediately."

The engine growls as gas is fed to it. I lay pitifully on the cobblestone with spit sliding down my cheek. Sam would be heart broken to see me die like this; a piece of scum stuck on the bottom of humanity's shoe.

The tires spin on the ground as the pungent burnt rubber creeps up my nose. Suddenly, the back tire of a motorcycle swings over my head and flys into the man's face. He lays unconscious on the ground, his weight finally off of me.

I catapult up and turn to the dark figure sitting on the motorcycle. Sirens slice through the silence like a knife in butter. Vacillation tugs at my heart intensely.

"Get on." The man demands.

This man must have something up his sleeve. No one would help a Defect... he will either commit treason and save me, or kill me for the bounty.

Cynicism flares up in my stomach and I shake my head. I can't go through that again.

I jump into a sprint, passing the motorcycle before it revs and follows. It speeds up in time for the hooded man to cut me off. "If you don't get on we'll both get caught."

I squint and back up. "I can't trust you."

The sirens begin to grow deafeningly loud as they bounce off the cobblestone street and into my skull.

"You can trust me Eagle," he replies.

The realization hits me like a truck. "Ace?"

"Yeah, now get on!" He yells as the sirens repetitively drum in our ears. Lights of blue and red accompany the shriek of the wheels as they wrap around the corner tightly.

I cast my leg over the seat and I wrap my hands around his waist. "Go!"

Turning the front wheel of the motorcycle Ace swings the back of the bike around and squeezes the gas. We take off and begin to gain distance between the other motorcycle which speeds towards us. Ace grips the gas and whips us around a corner in an attempt to loose the DEU.

"What are we going to do?" I yell to Ace.

"There's a train leaving right now. If I can get us on it on time you should have a relatively clean escape." Ace flys around a building as another motorcycle approaches. "But first I need to try to loose these guys. Hold on."

I squeeze his waist tighter and he swings us to the left and right, kicking trash cans with his foot so it tips onto the street. It slows the men down, but they don't stop. Ace swings down another ally before turning into a little opening between two tall buildings. He turns off the ignition and we wait quietly in the dark, my arms fall away from his waist. Taking my hand Ace wraps it around my his body. The officer's motorcycle flies past us and the second one slows down. We wait a couple seconds for him to get close before Ace ignites the ignition and throws us into reverse.

The DEU officer yells as we rip past him. He shoots his gun twice and misses while we speed into traffic. 

"I thought you said you work alone." I yell, my chin resting on his shoulder. "What happened to that policy?"

Ace glances back at me for a brief moment, "I can't ignore a damsel in distress."

Weaving through cars, couples and children stare at us through their windows in disbelief. A traffic light approaches and the green turns to yellow.

"Ace," I squeeze tighter. "We aren't going to make it."

"Yes, we will." He presses a glowing button on his handlebar, revs the gas and launches us forward. The light turns red and a flood of cars begin to close off our only exit. Ace does not hesitate and crosses the intersection on an angle to avoid the honking cars. A truck nicks our back tire and spins us onto the sidewalk safely. We come to a halt and I turn to watch the DEU pass cars that move out of the way. His sirens blared and his black armour glints in the streetlights. Ace makes an left turn and rips onto a quiet residential street. The officer revs his engine in frustration.

The noise of our motorcycle leaves a trail of houses that light up. Ace makes another turn and finds a maze of alleyways as two more DEU officers egress from the shadows.

Ace shoulder checks and grunts. "They just keep coming!" Aggressively he turns another corner and sighs, "we're going to miss the train."

"No!" I shout and squeeze him. "Please, if we stop I'll get killed. You can drop me off, I don't care. I have to get home."

Ace pivots another corner and kicks a trash can over so it lays over the entrance of the ally. "Okay, but when I do this just remember you asked for it."

"Do what?" I shout over the wind. I can't tell if he is ignoring me or simply can't hear, but either way I call out again. "Ace! Do what?"

Turning one final corner with now three DEU officers on our tail we gain momentum. At the end of the alley is open sky; there's a drop off. Ace throws us off the end and I bury my face between his shoulder blades. Silence hangs in the air almost as long as we do. I peer down and watch a train rattle beneath us before we land on the ground stiffly.

I look behind as we zip up the train tracks. One officer launches off the edge, but his back tire hits the train and he is thrown like a rag doll. He lands with a sickening crack. The second officer stops at the edge while the third flies off and lands on the ground.

"We only have one DEU left." I call and turn back to Ace who counts each train number.

Taking a turn onto another set of rails he begins to speed up, "That's our train!"

I stare at it's rolling wheels and tin boxcars with messages scratched into them. "Revolution" and "Go to hell" are faded, but one stands out from the rest. It's threat freshly carved into the rust, "First Gen's will suffer".

"That's our train?" I ask.

Ace nods as we speed along the edge. Passing each cart hoping for an opening. We bump on the tracks beside our train as the DEU gains more ground. The trains whistle and I notice the lights of another train ahead of us flick on as the smoke bellows out of its chimney. It's heading our way.

My hands vibrate around Ace's stomach and I turn around again to see the DEU officer closer then before.

"Look!" Ace yells, "there's an broken box car door."

"There's also a train heading for us!" I shout.

Ace ignores my snarl and speeds up. The distance between the oncoming train and officer shrinks rapidly.

We pull up to the broken boxcar as a gun cocks behind us. I turn and gaze into the barrel of a pistol. My stomach drops and I adhere to Ace's shirt before feeling him lift the front wheel. I face forward and watch us propel up a forgotten wooden step stool. The oncoming train barrels towards us only a few feet away. I shrink down as a gun is shot. Slamming my eyes shut I brace for impact.

Crash. Bang. Silence.