Elena had dominated the track, shocking the international scene. Her technique was unrivaled, a legend that remained unsurpassed.
“I’m not racing. Just looking around. You should go, don’t let anyone see us talking,” Elena said.
Elena turned to wander elsewhere.
The moon was full tonight, the sky thick with stars.
“Elena!” Dylan found her.
“Why did you come out?”
“I didn’t see you, so I came looking. Is something on your mind?”
“No, just needed air. It’s stuffy in the tent.”
Dylan looked ahead. “Let’s go over there. It’s deserted and quieter. We can watch the moon.”
They walked toward a patch of shrubbery. Dylan took off his jacket and placed it on a large rock. “Have a seat.”
The mountain air was crisp, carrying a cool scent. Suddenly, rustling sounds approached from nearby.
“Shh—” Dylan put an arm around Elena and crouched down.
They stayed silent as two men walked near them.
“Our team has this in the bag tonight! Just bet on our boss, Julian. It’s guaranteed money.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I have inside info. We have three riders in the final. Me and another guy are strictly there to clear the path for Julian. If anyone tries to pass him, we’ll block them or take them out. Who else could win but our boss?”
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