Yunfeng sprinted through the empty streets, Jai right behind him. Their footsteps were light, careful, but the growls in the distance reminded them that they weren't alone. The city outskirts weren't safe.
As they rounded a corner, Yunfeng's eyes caught something—a motorcycle leaning against a broken-down storefront. The front wheel was bent slightly, but the body looked intact.
"Jai, stop," he hissed, pulling him back.
Jai stumbled but caught himself. "What? We gotta keep moving!"
Yunfeng pointed. "That bike. It's faster, quieter than a car, and easier to weave through obstacles."
Jai's face lit up. "Oh, hell yeah! That's a fucking dukati."
Yunfeng shot him a look. "Not the time."
They ran up to the bike. Yunfeng checked the ignition—keys were still in. "Someone left in a hurry," he muttered.
Jai swung a leg over the back seat. "You know how to drive this thing?"