I felt dizzy. Don’t know if it was the valium Tracker had given me earlier or if it was the shock of knowing how close I’d come to being a space guinea pig. “So, you think they were going to use me..” Tracker interrupted, “Know, Dude. I know they would have.”

He sighed. Something I hadn’t gotten used to Tracker doing yet. He seemed the type that didn’t get sentimental often. As I said, business was business. Bit, broke in, “Tracker, we got company.” She was looking in the passenger side rear mirror. Of course, I had to look behind us. Both of them simultaneously yelled at me.

I first thought my body had betrayed me and my bladder had evacuated at the sudden jolt of surprise, but luckily, for me, I had just knocked over my topless bottle of water. “Okay, sheesh.” I managed to get out, under my breath.

Tracker turned and settled into his seat. I pulled my wet quilt tighter around me. On each side of the patrol car came two crotch rockets pulling wheelies. Their Riders dressed in flashy leathers.