Every second felt like an hour. The world was a blur of high-speed chases and desperate sparks. He had two hours—maybe less—before his internal ticker decided to quit for good. He wasn’t just looking for his heart; he was looking for payback.
With a manic grin, Chev turned back toward the city skyline. The hunt was back on, and this time, he was bringing the lightning with him. Every second felt like an hour
"Sorry, pal," he muttered to the bewildered security guard as he lunged for the live wires. and this time
"I need a jump!" he roared, his voice rasping against the roar of the Los Angeles freeway. Every second felt like an hour