EACH SECOND MATTERED

Four Eyes didn’t hesitate. He shoved his door open with frantic force and ran. His feet barely touched the ground as adrenaline coursed through his veins, his mind screaming at him to move faster and get there before it was too late.

But Pharsa and Goldie were already ahead of him.

They had seen it coming — the moment Fatty threw his car too hard, the instant his trajectory sealed his fate. They had known even before the crash that Fatty’s last maneuver had been doomed.

The rescue team was already moving, agile, prepared, and relentless — racing against the flames.

Fatty was unconscious. His body slumped against the crushed remains of the cockpit, the heat licking dangerously close.

Each second mattered.