The bike had been stripped down to the titanium alloy frame to make it light and fast. Oh so fast off the line. No heavy armor for this dragon. But Jonathon had added a few extras—microbust hydrojack in the suspension for certain jumping moves. Extra sensors for improved rigging control, and all the necessary latches and holsters to lock down whatever weapons he needed. The bike’s balance had been honed to perfection for Jonathon’s size and weight when his armored legs were latched to the frame. It was as chill, as wiz a ride as the rules would allow, and he had six more just like it in the team garage because he never knew how many he’d destroy in a game.