(Marius POV)
The Night Before Leaving for London...
"The left!"
Tae yells into the communicators synced to my eardrum. I swerve the nitro cycle out of the left just as the bullets pour over my right hand side, but I don't stop there.
"Mari! Pull back!"
Tae commands but I disobey his advice as I drive closer to the semi-truck, not stopping as I continue to the left.
"Mari!" he yells and I continue to ignore him.
The nitro cycle matches the speed of the truck and the wind itself was roaring through my helmet. I reach up with one gloved finger and press the small blue autopilot button next to the throttle. Letting go of the handlebars I sit back and stare at the truck for two seconds, assessing the situation before moving to a squatting position on the seat of my bike. Clutching my saber and igniting it with a wave before jumping.
My heart races as I make the leap and a burst of adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream causing the entire scene before me to lag in slow motion.
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An American In London S3
General FictionAfter breaking up with the love of his life, One of the guys finds themselves alone and unable to go without. With broken relationships and broken people finding ways to fix themselves, this season will be the most delicate season yet as Marius, Fin...