John Redline walked away from the car, not toward the cameras or the cheering crowds, but toward the horizon. The race was over, but the road was just beginning.
John didn't look up when the door groaned open. He knew the smell of expensive cologne and cheap cigarettes that preceded Marcus Thorne. Thorne was the kingpin of the underground racing circuit, a man who viewed drivers as disposable parts in a much larger machine. subtitle Redline.1997.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS...
Thorne chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "Soul doesn't win races, kid. Speed does. And in seventy-two hours, the Redline race begins. If you’re not on that starting line, and if you don't win, the garage—and your life—become Syndicate property." John Redline walked away from the car, not
He kept his foot buried in the floorboard. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second as he hit the wall. There was no impact, only a momentary chill as he passed through the light. He knew the smell of expensive cologne and
Suddenly, a Syndicate interceptor dropped from the sky, its mounted cannons firing pulses of energy at the lead pack. Thorne wasn't just watching the race; he was controlling it.