Saving Lydia was her primary goal. But while she was at it, she might as well dig a grave for the Doyle family.
The tiny microchip in her pocket held a complete copy of every byte of data from the Subterranean Bio-Lab, including their core files.
Even if the Doyles found out right now and blew the abandoned factory and the lab to smithereens, it wouldn't matter. This ironclad evidence was enough to doom them forever.
The Doyles would probably go to their graves never realizing that the man who orchestrated their ultimate downfall was none other than Sebastian Doyle himself.
Serena tucked the chip away and circled back to the factory's main entrance. She swung a long leg over her motorcycle. "Get on. Hold tight."
Lydia scrambled onto the back of the heavy bike, instinctively wrapping her arms around Serena's waist.
"No matter what happens, don't open your eyes, and don't let go," Serena ordered.
Realizing what was coming, Lydia's eyes went wide, but she gave a firm nod. She squeezed her arms tighter around her captain.
Serena twisted the throttle.
The engine let out a deafening roar.
In the next second, the bike shot forward like a bolt of crimson lightning.
The needle on the speedometer climbed frantically.
The scenery on both sides blurred into a streak of meaningless colors, moving too fast to track.
The red motorcycle's speed was nothing short of terrifying. Even through her helmet, Lydia could feel the fierce howling of the wind.
Terrified, she squeezed her eyes shut, any screams she might have let out instantly swallowed by the rushing air.
Fast!
It was way too fast!
Lydia felt like she was practically flying.
On top of that, it was the middle of the morning rush hour.
The route to the global elite college gauntlet was predictably gridlocked.

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