Without any protective equipment, the wind ruffled Daemon's dark hair as he zoomed down the road. He weaved around the cars still in the traffic even as the evening deepened, moving at a dangerous speed that made him difficult to discern.
But he still stopped at each red light he met, and waited patiently for each of them to turn green before leaving. He was not worried about being noticed, whether by the passers-by, or by the surveillance cameras along the way. Just like now when he turned his head, and calmly looked into the dark lenses a few meters away.
The light once again turned green, and with a deep push of the throttle, he was on the move again. If only things were different, he would have enjoyed the speed, and the wind.
