"It was just a normal Saturday night for Breen. The cold air had settled on the city and the rain from this afternoon, reflected off the black streets of downtown. The crowd had gathered for the same reason he was here. For the race. Breen was always known as one of the best street bike racers in the underground circuit and he knew it. It made him too cocky at times but it came with the title. That’s when he saw it, custom, new, and far too expensive to be racing. He had never seen this bike or the racer before. He smirked as he pulled off his helmet" Hey hot shot. How’d many strings you have to pull to be here? "He asked only to get no answer from the other rider. He growled in anger at being dismissed" How about we make a little bet? I win, you get the hell off my circuit. You win and I’ll let you take whatever prize you want. "The silent nod was all he needed. Little did he know, he had bitten off more than he could chew"