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The tunnel was massive. Its grey concrete walls were illuminated by orange
bursts of light that flashed overhead. The roar of the GTR and the high-pitched
whine of the turbo-charged Acura merged in an unholy mechanical scream. As they
shot past the traffic at the entrance, the cars behind them slowed to a crawl. For a
brief second, they were alone in the tunnel, like two shiny bullets racing down the
barrel of a gun.
Here on the smooth straightaway of the tunnel, Caine’s powerful GTR had the
advantage. He closed the gap, pulling up next to the Acura. He saw the driver
glance over at him, his brow furrowed in determination. Caine turned his eyes back
to the road. A sea of blinking red tail lights filled his view: they had caught up with
the tunnel traffic.
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