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“At least there are only two stages to go,” Luke consoled himself as he tried to find the energy to eat. The price was so high.
It had been just a standard—well, perhaps not so standard—mission. But Hathyaron had just made it personal. Yes, his operation had to be taken out, torn up by the roots and shredded. But Hathyaron himself was going to go down and go down hard.
Too bad Cole’s dying words about the “silver man” hadn’t helped. There were no silver-painted vehicles still in the race. No one was named silver or wore a silver racing suit. There were some older racers, not many, but none had hair that would be called silver. Salt-and-pepper, gray, white, bald. No help.
“Actually, there’s really only one more stage,” Christian spoke up. “Stage Fourteen, the final stage, has only a
