(BOG LORE) 'SECONDS' - CHAPTER 3 - 'THE COUNTER BEAT'
The Gate bikes boom quieted . The boosts started to fail under the sheer velocity of trying to keep up in a race that mirrored the circuit and endurance tracks. The lights from The Gate riders lit up the road again and brought a brief sense of neon daylight to the scene. The Selector’s concentration wasn’t affected. He had quickly learned his lesson in power management by deactivating his electronics for the most part, other than his audio feed. Nothing high-level could be caught by their attempts to muddy his frequencies. The sonic tones resonating from them were used as weapons through their technology and language broadcasts. The words were unsettling, making the hair on his neck stand up under his helmet. This time, if he gave in to fear, he really would be facing a permanent red flag. No paddock reset; the race would be over and done. The Selector focused his mind on the rhythm, the BPM, the cutbacks, scratches, and beat jumps. The workflow was anchoring his thought proce...
