In a ruined wasteland ruled by a machine god, a fallen racing champion is pulled back behind the wheel for one last fight. To save what remains of humanity, he must outdrive the AI that controls everything—and confront how much of himself he lost when he stopped racing.
Is that... Holy crap, is that the Paladin? Wow, that thing can hit 800 miles an hour. What's he doing here?
Why does he look so familiar? Tommy McRae. Three-time racing king. Lewis offered you a fortune.
You said no. Then you disappeared for three years. And now you're here scrapping junk for these people? Get lost. No one here by that name. Fine, then take a look at this.
Your brother didn't die in the explosion. The Rail Alliance took him for gene experiments. The AI's extracting his racing genes. I can help you find him.
But I need you back on the track. When you're ready, come find me at the Paladin Club, downtown Chicago. holy crap that's leo the racing king holy hell one of you