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Leo punched the throttle.

The rig lunged. The microwave burst fired, and the sedan’s cameras saw only blinding snow. Leo aimed the 40-ton shadow between the two cars, scraping paint, shattering a side mirror. He felt the impact as a dull thump through his modified seat. driver tweaker

His peripheral vision caught them: two black sedans, no plates, engines warm. They were waiting for a payload. Not his meds. They were after the driver . After his jack. A black-market neural lace was worth more than the entire truck. Leo punched the throttle