♫ I don’t care much, just action
Keep on click me click me, like you’re possessed, zoom ♫
-- MAMAMOO, Hip

The streets were deathly silent, except the occasional smart car that drove down the road, transporting their customer. In the alleyways, there were groups of people hidden within them, concealing themselves within the shadows.

"Come on people, where are my reports?"

"Group one in position."

"Group two in position."

"Group three in position."

"Too slow! Stop slacking, ya bastards!" Their superior barked, his face scrunching slightly as his wrinkles showed. "The chief told us to do this right."

There had been numerous reports of illegal street racing in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, the people responsible for it were extremely difficult to track down. The racers themselves were safely protected by the people too. They wouldn't want to jeopardize their customers after all.

Their street racing had cause many accidents with the smart cars, and there were also a few unfortunate deaths. The media has been particularly focused on the street racing subject since it has caused the death of a famous internet celebrity.

The chief of the Neo police force has been distressed over this, especially since he has been haggled incessantly by many to solve the case and catch the people behind the illegal street racing company. After five months, Michael finally located someone who was talented enough to track down the spots where they frequently held their races. Moreover, the hacker managed to gain access into the website, and find out the location of where the next race would be held.

Michael was relieved he had poured his blood, sweat and tears into finding someone capable enough to crack the code. He could remember the amount of sleepless nights he had, and the amount of cussing he had to face from his superiors.

"We have that nerd back at the place to thank for. Bloody good job, Michael, recommending him."

"Aye, aye sir." Michael saluted his superior, offering a feeble smile.

This was the only time where his superior complimented him wholeheartedly.

"Alright fellas, it'll start any moment now."

Soon enough, people started to flood in from nowhere, and the specially modified cars began to follow. The entire time, the police officers remained in the shadows, patiently waiting, even those who were on their motorcycles.

Eventually, the place was filled up to the brim and the racers lined their vehicles up to the starting line. Three gorgeous women dressed in a skimpy outfit stood in front of the cars, wearing sultry smiles on their faces.

"Ready!" One of them hollered, holding up a digital signboard that can only be seen with the lenses.

"Set!" Another of them yelled, her smile growing bigger as she wiggled her hips a little.

That action of hers earned whistles from the crowd, and the other woman beside her rolled their eyes.

"Go, go go go!" Their superior barked out, and the police officers along with the detectives revealed themselves from the alleys.

Everyone was startled when they heard the loud roaring of engines, and there were multiples of it. They glanced around wildly, and the clamour grew worse when the police officers dashed into the crowd, whipping out their handcuffs.

"Neo police! Hands up in the air!"

"Cops, it's the cops!"

"I'm getting the fuck outta here!"

"Run!"

Within seconds, the entire area erupted in chaos. The racers inside the cars started their engines, all of them rushing to get away and the officers on the motorcycles gave chase. The women quickly scrambled out of the way, except for the woman who wiggled her hips earlier.

She was frozen on the spot.

It was her first time encountering such a situation, and her mind had shut off automatically. The racer inside the car gestured for her to move aside, but when she didn't react, he only clicked his tongue and preparing to accelerate.

Amidst the crowd, no one had noticed how a detective at the side on the motorcycle had not moved all along. Holding a pistol in his hand, he aimed it steadily at the car that was being blocked by the same woman. The moment the car revved up, Celeste lowered his aim slightly and fired his smart gun twice without hesitation.

The woman immediately crouched down, shrieking out in horror as she clutched her ears. The sounds of the gunshots was deafening, and she thought that her eardrums might burst.

The smart car had been designed in a way where if a tire was punctured at all, it wouldn't move. Thus, once the racer heard the gunshot from outside and he noticed how his car couldn't move, his eyes widened in realised.

"Ach du Scheiße (no fucking way)," The racer muttered out in German, trying to move his car again. "Scheißdreck! (Fucking shit!)"

Michael drove in at that moment, stopping his motorcycle beside the racer's window, knocking on it. The racer reluctantly wind down his window, a defeated expression on his face.

"Hiya mate, you are under arrest." Michael grinned at him, dangling his handcuffs.

"Fuck you, fucking cops."

"That's what they always say."

Meanwhile, Celeste moved along with his motorcycle at the side, and he avoided everyone in his path with ease. He halted right next to woman, and got off his motorcycle, offering the frightened woman a hand.

"Are you alright?"

The woman glanced up, trembling and her breath hitched when her eyes met his.

So...handsome! Holy crap!

The woman lifted her hand and placed it upon Celeste's hand, her expression dazed. Celeste helped her up, wearing the usual stoic look on his face. After ensuring she was fine with a few slow nods from her, he gave Michael a signal with his hands and drove off in his motorcycle.

Michael glanced at the woman who was captivated by Celeste, her eyes following after Celeste's motorcycle. Michael only sighed helplessly.

Yet another girl fatally attacked by Celeste's apperance.

Michael thought, handcuffing the racer who reluctantly exited his car.

***

Peach tapped away on the screen installed onto her motorcycle. She quickly set up the auto pilot mode, pinpointing it to a destination and got down from the motorcycle, stuffing her helmet into the compartment meant for it.

The engines of the other vehicles roared louder and Peach gasped, sprinting away and her motorcycle drove right into the source of the noises. She knew the motorcycle was programmed to avoid any obstacles along the way, so she wasn't too worried.

The only worry she had was attracting unnecessary attention. With the motorcycle going the opposite way, and without a rider furthermore, if the chaos didn't make one panic, they were bound to notice it.

However, Peach was betting on the chance that with the chaos of everyone trying to run or trying to catch, no one would notice the motorcycle out of place. Soon enough, the throng of vehicles appeared as well as some people who were scrambling around to avoid being caught.

True to her prayers, the minds of the people were too scattered to even take notice of a measly empty motorcycle riding against the crowd. Alas, Peach wouldn't have known that within the crowd, the observant Celeste would be in the middle of it all.

Celeste managed to cut into the path of another racer, and she screeched to a stop to prevent himself from crashing. Before she could react again, she was surrounded by two police officers on their own motorcycles, their handcuffs prepared.

The woman growled lowly and raised her hands up in the air, glaring at Celeste whose face was covered by a helmet. Celeste set off without a word and his eyes glanced about, his mind working as he tried to find the fastest way to cut off another racer.

Just then, a motorcycle sped past him and Celeste stopped abruptly. The other drivers were quick enough to avoid him, and Celeste only frowned to himself.

He could have sworn that he didn't see a rider on the motorcycle, which was really odd.

"Celeste, aren't you going?"

"Go, I'll catch up." Celeste said, wanting nothing more than to appease the curiosity within him.

"What?" The police officer said, baffled and Celeste sped away as the officer hollered. "Hey, Celeste! Make sure to catch them all!"

***

Peach sprinted down the alleyway, her eyes glancing up the to clock on her lenses. Her grimace was hidden behind her mask, and she clearly unhappy about being interrupted in her mission.

It was a straight path from here, and once she exited the alleyway, her motorcycle should be right in front of her. There wouldn't be any more obstacles in her way either, thus she had set her motorcycle to such a destination.

A minute later, Peach could see the main street ahead of her, the bright lights from the lamppost illuminating the path. A faint smile curved at her lips, and as if on cue, her motorcycle arrived to a stop in the middle of the road, ahead of her.

"It worked." Peach whispered to herself, relieved.

Peach slowed down to a brisk walk, and she stepped out to the main street. The moment she did that, something immediately pressed against her forehead.

What the hell?

Peach furrowed her eyebrows, glancing towards the left. The object felt icy cold against her neck and her eyes widened in disbelief as she recognised it.

It was a gun.

Peach didn't dare move an inch, waiting patiently for the perpetrator to speak.

"따라와. (Come with me.)" The stranger spoke in fluent Korean with his baritone voice.