Poly Track: 6x Exclusive

My hauler, Junker Jane , groaned as I eased her onto the polycarbonate ribs of the track. The wheels locked into the grooves with a familiar click-click-hiss . Automated navigation lights blinked to life along the edges, casting the cracked pavement in sickly amber. I lit a cigarette and let the autopilot take over for the first quarter-mile.

"Someone who needs to stop you." She reached into her lab coat. I tensed, hand drifting to the tire iron under my seat. But she pulled out a data slate, cracked and taped at the corners. On its screen was a live feed: Facility D-9, surrounded by Enforcement Union vans. Red lights. Hazmat suits.

The woman smiled. "Welcome to the real poly track, driver. The one they don't want anyone to know about." poly track 6x

The rain dripped off her chin. She didn't shiver.

"Why should I trust you?"

Then I saw the figure.

I stared at her. Then at the slate. Then at the poly track stretching ahead, its amber lights winking like slow, sleepy fireflies. My hauler, Junker Jane , groaned as I

She walked to my window. I rolled it down a crack.