C9: The Girl on the Bike

Back then, it was just me. I wasn't even called a Shark at that time. No, I was the White Devil.

As you see, the first person I met from the group of Sharks was not… Carry, Gendy, or Crowley. It was a girl on a bike, riding through the night streets like a real hot shot.

She was… Lyla Croft.

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The hoverbike sped through the night streets of Skyfall. The wind's thrusting hard against my body. Everything around me was a blur of neon lights, except for the cars in front of me.

The bike was my favorite back then. Life was just – the bike, and me.

There was no AI to judge me on my every decision. No team, except for a few acquaintances here and there.

Back in this mission, I was working with a few nerds whose names I'd forgotten. They were tracking the locations and fucking up the street cameras so I won't be caught.

However, I was just a name in the gutters back then. Just a little cyberpunk wandering the night streets.

I slipped through the traffic of the hovering cars, even leaped above some of them just to catch up to the truck I was following.

My mission?

For a certain task, they had brought some bikes from the Croft company. Now, the information of the customers was carried out in this stupid truck to the company inside a small chip. If I was the mastermind who plotted this, I'd destroy the chip first… but no – some idiot decided to believe in the dealers. They always keep substantial information with them.

The moment this chip goes into a system in the company, it's shared throughout the entire connection.

And somewhere on the edge of the network would be a Ghost with a cage, trying to trap all of us inside.

My mission was to blow up this truck before it reached a Croft branch. Otherwise, the Ghost will find this info inside the chip, and by the next day, all of us would be in prison.

"How far is the truck from me – and how far is the truck from the branch?" I asked the nerds behind the computers.

"Exactly 1 km from you now – and the truck is also 1 km from the branch. Think you could –"

I cut off the nerds from my earpiece and stepped up my game a bit more. We were nearing the bridge that separated the two parts of Skyfall, and right at the end of it was the goddamn Croft branch.

Suddenly, right when I was going to go beyond my speed, another bike appeared right beside me. Hair swinging in the air, tight suit, dark helmet, nice ass.

She looked at me for one second and said, "You gonna be hittin' yourself to death buddy. Guess I don't have to kill you."

Her bike shifted to the side in a mili-second and I turned to the front. A truck was right in front of me and I had no time to put that hoverbike to a halt by applying breaks now.

"Shit!" I instantly did a hover jump, which allowed me to leap into the air with the bike and hover right above the truck.

I got my focus back, and no horny thoughts. I sped up my bike once again. I couldn't let that girl fuck my mission, no matter how hot she was.

"Arghhh!" I pushed my edge and went beyond speed. With one hand on the handle, and the other grabbing a grenade from my pocket.

"You can't kill me, hot shot," I said to myself, remembering the girl on the bike.

Five seconds later, I reached the truck. I flicked the bomb right into the side of the truck and suddenly, the truck took a hard left as if it was going to crush me to death.

I slid my bike right underneath the truck, appearing from the other side.

CRASH!

The truck crashed into the railing of the bridge. My bike came to a halt and I panted, gazing at the sight. It was going to fall into the sea beneath, but I had already connected the bomb. My job was done.

Click.

I couldn't turn around. There was a gun pressed against my head.

"Hm. Nice bike skills, dude. And you on a Croft too?" She chuckled. I closed my eyes, gulping.

BOOM!

The truck blew up midway in the air as it was falling into the sea.

"The fuck?" She suddenly asked in a confused tone. I narrowed my eyes, wondering what that was about. "You bombed it?"

"Yeah," I replied casually.

"Oh fuck. So, you came here to do what I was going to do. You're one of the buyers?"

"No, but I was sent by one of the buyers. Who the fuck are you?" I asked her.

Suddenly, from behind, the horns of the police resounded. Six police cars were chasing us, right at the end of the bridge. The traffic behind us had already stopped, and some people were already running away from us as they saw the girl with a gun.

"Me? Haha. Just a rich bitch." Suddenly, she flipped open the pin-lock anti-fog lens of my helmet and took a look into my face.

This was the first time I had ever revealed my face to any of my foes.

"Damn. Owner of the motherfucking X-tech? A little rich boy, playing this game?" she chuckled.

"The police are coming. You want to fuck off from here or die?"

She threw a little metal piece at her bike. While still holding a gun to my head, and without taking her helmet off, she nodded at my bike. "You. That was some nice hoverbiking back there. So, get on the bike. You can lose the cats, yeah?"

She closed the anti-fog lens of my helmet again, pushing her gun against my back and ordering me to get on the bike.

I did as she ordered.

It was a game, and I knew she wasn't going to kill me. If anything, she wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck her.

I got on my back and revved it up. She sat on the bike right behind me. There was no way to strap in. She wrapped her arms around me, her right hand sliding down my thigh and her gun struck right into my balls.

Was that even necessary? I didn't want to ask that. I liked it.

"Let's go, boy. Go invisible mode."

I grinned. I knew exactly what that meant. Go beyond speed, until the passengers can't even see you on the road. That's invisible mode.

I raced the bike and blew through the streets of Skyfall faster than a bullet.

Behind us, the girl's bike blew up right in the face of the police. The street lights blurred.

Then… it was just the road, me, the bike, and a girl touching my balls.

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After losing the police, we were on the outskirts of Skyfall, sitting on the highest floor of a building still in construction. It was owned by her, apparently.

We sat at the edge, gazing at the neon city.

I removed my helmet. She already saw my face, and she wasn't going to shoot me, thank God.

"So, are you going to remove that helmet or what?"

"Oh, you're interested in me?"

"I just wanna see if your face is fuckable."

She chuckled at that, shaking her head. I knew then, that she was just like me. Spicy.

She took off the helmet, just like that – and God, was she hot. She was clearly older than me, though. Dark eyeliner, dark lipstick. She was a goth, but the hottest I've seen. And – she wasn't an unfamiliar face.

"Fucking what? You're the – Croft owner? We're not so different, after all, huh? Why did you want to blow up your own truck?"

She bit her lip. "Guess all of us rich fuckers are already on the streets for fun, huh?" she laughed. I laughed alongside her, shaking my head.

"Nah, I mean. Your own truck?"

"Hm hm, Mr. X-tech. When you're a mastermind dealing with shit criminals. Sometimes, you gotta blow up your own employees to get out of the trouble," she winked at me.

This was the first time another mastermind ever revealed their face to me.

After that, we became quite close friends. Sometimes, we fucked each other at parties, or when she was high at our apartments. We kissed very romantically during the 2095 new year party. Then, we fucked again that night.

But – she was never my lover, no. We were just… close friends.

Some nights, she'd come over to my place. Sleep on my lap as we gaze out at the neon city, talking out our problems.

Every time these images flicker to life in my head, I feel pain. 'Cause deep down, I'll never stop loving her as my friend.

///To be continued///

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