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Sep 25, Minutes Young Adult. Meet your new action-adventure addiction! Will West is careful to live life under the radar. Then Will slips up, accidentally scoring off the charts on a nationwide exam. Now Will is being courted by an exclusive prep school.
When Will suddenly loses his parents, he must flee to the school. He couldnt see anyone behind the black glass and re- 9 membered: Wills focus nar- rowed, sounds faded. Time stopped.
Then a marimba broke the silence. Another text from Dad: Without looking up, Will slipped his hoodie over his head and waved a faint apology at the windshield.
He held up the phone, shaking it slightly as if to say, My bad. Clueless teenager here. Will thumbed on the camera and casually snapped a picture of the back of the sedan.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and eased back into his stride. Make it look like youre just running, not running away, Will thought. And dont look back.
He trotted on, listening for the throaty engine. It tached up and peeled off behind him, turning left and heading away. Then Will heard someone say, Fits the description. Possible visual contact. Okay, how did that voice get in his head? And whose voice was it? The driver, came the answer. Hes talking on a radio. Hes talking about you. Wills heart thumped hard.
With his conditioning, he had a resting pulse of fty- two. It never hit triple digits until he was into his second mile. Right now it was north of a hundred. First question: Tires screamed: They were com- 10 ing back. Will cut into an unpaved alley. Behind him the sedan burst back onto the street hed just left. Before the car reached the alley, Will veered right, hopped a fence, and jammed through a backyard littered with the wreckage of Halloween decorations.
He vaulted over a chain- link fence into a narrow concrete run along the side of the house and then, damn, a vicious blunt head burst out of a dog door to his right; a square snarling muzzle shot after him.
He leaped onto the gate at the end of the run and scrambled over, just as the beast hurled its body into the fence, jaws snapping. Half a block away, he heard the twin- hemi yowl as the car raced to the next corner.
Will paused at the edge of the yard behind a towering hedge and gulped in air. He peeked around the hedge all clear then sprinted across the street, over a lawn, and past another house. A wooden fence bounded the rear yard, six feet high. He altered his steps to time his jump, grabbed the top, and leaped over, landing lightly in another alley three feet from a weary young woman juggling a brief- case, a coffee ask, and her keys near a Volvo.
She jolted as if shed just been Tasered. Her ask hit the ground and rolled, leaking latte. Sorry, said Will. He crossed the alley and raced through two more yards, all the while the sedan rumbling somewhere nearby.
He stopped at the next side street and leaned back against a garage. As his adrenaline powered down, he felt faintly ridiculous. Thoughts and instincts argued in his head, tumbling like sneakers in an empty dryer: Youre perfectly safe. Its just a 11 random car. Another text from Dad hit the screen: Will motored down open streets through the outskirts of the business district.
The team should be waiting at the diner by now. Hed duck inside and call Dad so he could hear his voice. Remind- ing him of a rule that Dad repeated like a re drill: Will pulled up behind a church and peeked around. They were gath- ered around something at the curb he couldnt see.
He checked the time, and his jaw dropped open. No way that could be right: Hed just covered the 1. Behind him, the snarling engine roared to life. He turned and saw the black car charging straight at him down the alley. Will broke for the diner. The sedan cornered hard behind him, swung around, and skidded to a halt. Will was already two blocks away.
He ipped up his hood, stuck his hands in his sweatshirt, and casually jogged up to the team.
Whaddup, he mumbled, trying to keep panic out of his voice. The team mostly ignored him, as usual. He blended in, 12 keeping his back to the street. They parted enough for him to see what they were looking at. Check it out, dude, said Rick Schaeffer. A badass tricked- out hot rod sat at the curb. It was like noth- ing Will had ever seen before, a matte black Prowler slung long and low on a custom chassis, with a slanted front grille and wheels gleaming with chrome.
Bumpers jammed out in front like Popeyes forearms. The manifolds of a monster V- 8 burst out of the hood, oozing latent power. Baroque, steam- punk lines, crafted with sharp, nely etched venting lined the body.
The car looked both vintage and pristine, weirdly ageless, as if there were countless miles on this clean machine. A strangers ride for sure: No local could have kept these hellacious wheels under wraps. It might have come from anywhere. It might have come from the nineteenth century by way of the future.
Will felt eyes nd him from behind the diner window. They landed hard like somebody poking him in the chest with two stiff ngers. He looked up but couldnt see inside; sunrise had just crested the hills behind him, glaring off the glass. Dont touch my ride. Will heard the voice in his head and knew it came from whoever was watching. Low, gravelly, spiked with a sharp ac- cent, bristling with menace.
Dont touch it! Startled, Rick Schaeffer jerked his hand away. The bald man driving the sedan didnt see the Prowler until the kids shifted away. He thought he might be hallucinating. He clicked the necro- wave lter onto the lens of their onboard scanner. The pictures of the family on- screen father, mother, 13 teenaged boy shrank to thumbnails. He focused on the hot rod until it lled the screen, pulsating with blinding white light.
No doubt about it: This was a Wayfarers ier. The rst eld sighting in decades. Hands shaking, the bald man lifted his wrist mic and tabbed in. He tried to contain his excitement as he described what theyd found. Contact immediately approved a revised action. No one had ever tagged a Wayfarer.
It was a historic oppor- tunity. The boy could wait. The bald man ejected a black carbon- ber canister the size of a large thermos from the nitrogen chamber. His partner picked it up and eased his window down.
He raised the can- ister, chambered the Ride Along into the tracker bugs payload slot, then broke the vacuum seal. The open window helped dis- sipate the sulfurous smell as he prepared to re, but it couldnt eliminate it.
Nothing could. Will watched the black sedan ease forward, drawing even with them.