The radpower engine was kicking and pulling straining to climb these slippery hills. A bullet hit the internal antenna damn near grazing my leg. Robbing that house was a bad idea, robbing it with the owner inside was a worst one. The sirens were close now. Should I ditch the cycle and escape by foot and risk getting caught? To come all this way from that decrepit swamp only to get my ass thrown in a dungeon upon a hill? But ahead a few dozen feet up the road was an alleyway, perhaps a means of escape. I slammed my rear brakes, rev-matched and downshifted to second gear. A mistake. The rear tire started to slide on the road and the cycle started to slide on me. I came to a quick stop by crashing into a metal dumpster. (I admit I screamed when I got up.) I yanked off my helmet and clutched my backpack full of loot with a bleeding hand embedded with rock and dirt. The sirens were close now. I limped like a motherfucke...