The sound of two motorcycles revving in the middle of the town could be heard echoing off the buildings. Two motorcyclists were next to eachother, one was a middle aged man wearing a helmet. The other was a teen girl without a helmet, her bright red hair pulled up in a ponytail as she smirked at the man besides her. They both turned towards the light as some people on the street stared at them like they were insane, other people lined the streets. The people lining the streets were the people who knew that this race was happening. The two motorcyclists would probably get into trouble with the police but they couldn't care less. They both lived for adrenaline.

Fin put on her sunglasses, revving her engine one more time.. then the light turned green. Her and her competitor took off both of them gaining speed as the weaved through the traffic coming from both directions. There was a set finish line all the way on the opposite side of the town and neither of them wanted to loose. Over time Fin began to gain the lead, her motorcycle being able to reach higher speeds than her competitors. Eventually she passed the finish line, and that's when the sirens could be heard. Fin took off and went into alleyways using them to get all the way back to a secret bar under an abandoned apartment complex. She hoped off her motorcycle and covered it with a dirty tarp that helped it blend into it's surroundings. Fin then headed down stairs removing her black leather jacket and throwing it over a coat rack revealing her black halter top that showed off the top bird of her tattoo along with part of her stomach. The top was paired with some jean shorts and black heeled cargo boots. Fin walked over to the bar and sat in the middle of some guys in their late 20s. She drank a beer and they talked about her race, the whole time she just smirked and listened only commenting when necessary.