Max reacts to the danger

Instinct took over and Max revved her motorcycle taking off lifting her bikes fore wheel off the ground in a skied of smoke. She raced down the street toward the cop, and on coming closer to him she pulled the breaks, the back end of her bike swinging forward.

“Hahh”, the cop yelled as he saw the bikes rear swinging toward him. The impact was fast and hard, the bike knocking his off his feet as he flew into the street ****.

Seth looked back at the source of the commotion.

“Max?”

“Max!” his surprise was replaced by joy as he ran to Max lifting her off her bike in an embracing hug.

“Seth, what the ell are you doing in Seattle”…
Her tone became almost maternal toward her younger transgenic brother, “And why are the cops after you?”

Max took his face into her hands examining the bruises on them.

“The got me in New Jersey, I was involved in a sting operation against some gangs. They ratted me out and the cops ruffed me up a bit.” He saw the concern in Max’s eyes, “I’ll live, its just a few scrapes.”

She pushed her fingers into his ribs, and he winced in pain, “Two of your ribs are cracked Seth.”

Max looked around at the downed cops, “We need to get out of here.”

Max jumped on her bike, Seth climbing on behind her, before she sped off down the road.