“Do I cut the blue wire or the green wire?” Joe Cruise hovered the pliers over both in turn, the vehicle’s axle whirling just inches away. “Blue or green? Blue or green!?”
“I don’t know, man!” Eccentric tech geek Neil Driveman could be heard flipping frantically through a manual on the other end of the radio. “That device doesn’t appear in any of our records. I don’t think we’ve seen anything like it since...since...”
“The Walker Warehouse disaster.” Suddenly, Joe recognised the handiwork of criminal mastermind Dirk Cleaver: the man who had killed Joe’s mentor, framed him for the murder, and left a flaming bag of poop on his doorstep. Joe narrowed his eyes. “Now it’s personal.” Those shoes had been just two days from retirement.
Suddenly, the vehicle lurched wildly. The wheels kicked up splintered fragm