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If she was fast enough, she could still make the drop. Deliver the cargo, and be out of here. Leave this junkyard of a city. Beads of sweat trickled down her back as she laced her bike through the traffic.
She could make it. She would make it.
The weight of the incredibly valuable vial was still present in the front of her jacket. Insane what people paid to get euphoric these days. But she'd take it. It was their ticket to ecstasy, and her ticket to freedom.