FORTY EIGHT

I speed down the freeway, heading to Long Beach. I slurve and pass a few cars around after midnight at full speed.

Looking at the rearview mirror, I noticed a black car following me behind. It has been tailing me ever since I merged into the freeway. I was being paranoid at first, thinking the car was going in a fast lane, but it's been following me.

I can't have it follow me home.

I twist my wrist, increasing the speed of my bike. I turn my head and see the black car closing in on me.

"Shit," I grit my teeth. "Damn Order."

I knew they would be following me. The signal from the island had triggered a security system to their base.

I increased the speed of my bike just a bit so I could continue the road on the freeway. Minutes later, the car sped up and was on my right. I look, and the window on the passenger seat opens as an Order member in a mask to hide their identity pulls himself out with a gun.

With one hand, I grab his wrist, trying to point it away as I struggle to stabilize my