The tip of Dougan’s whip coiled around Gorgon’s heavy lance, and Dougan locked the handle into the holster pin on his bike. The whip cord came taut as Dougan swung out wide, riding up the slope of the pipe. It pulled him into an impossible arc. His bike cut a sharp half-circle using the whip as radius, up the steep, half-pipe bank of the lane to shoot straight into the air.