Don’t stop.

That was what April told herself as she hung up her T-Phone and sprinted toward a crowd on the street. After turning a corner, she looked back and gasped. Karai was right there, in hot pursuit!

April panted. She was getting tired. She needed a set of wheels! Up ahead on the street, she saw her chance: a pizza guy was getting off his moped to make a delivery—

April knew what she had to do.

“Hey!” she called out to the pizza guy, distracting him. “Is that pizza for April O’Neil?”

“No,” the pizza guy said, looking down to check his delivery label. “It’s for—”

But before he could finish, he saw April steal his moped and take off! “Hey! What are you doing?!” he yelled.

“I’ll bring it back! I promise!” April shouted over the engine. She knew she shouldn’t have stolen that guy’s ride, but this was a life-or-death situation. I’ll make it up to him, she swore to herself.

Karai caught up to the pizza guy, who was yelling about a girl who’d just stolen his moped. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She relished a good chase as much as the next ninja. If her opponent wanted a high-speed race, she’d get one!

Karai disappeared into a darkened alley and hopped aboard her Dragon Chopper, which had been stashed behind a Dumpster. She strapped on her helmet and kick started her sleek motorcycle, gunning the engine. She peeled out, a curlicue of tire tracks in her wake, nearly running over the pizza guy as she sped onto the street. With this kind of horsepower, she’d catch up to April in no time!

A few blocks ahead, April hit a traffic light. She checked her rearview mirror. No sign of Karai. She breathed easy for a second, thinking she’d lost her, when—

Something made a deafening screech right behind her. She turned to see the Dragon Chopper hopping over a taxicab at high speed. Karai was closing in!

April was shaking. She released the brake and ran the red light. Horns blared as she cut off an oncoming truck, nearly causing a three-car pileup. She was so scared that she didn’t see Karai’s Dragon Chopper gaining on her, tracking her moped’s every move.

Karai revved up alongside her, swinging at her with her fist. She couldn’t connect, so she sideswiped April with the front of the Chopper, bumping April’s moped onto a crowded sidewalk. April maneuvered through an obstacle course of fruit stands, hot dog carts, and pedestrians.

As April held on for dear life, she saw a wall up ahead. It got closer and closer. Bigger and bigger.

She jackknifed the moped, stopping inches before she would have crashed. Then she hit the gas, slingshotting the moped onto a side street.

That was a close one, April thought as she heard the asphalt crack behind her. She checked the rearview again—

It was Karai! Her Chopper’s front tire had come down in a hard landing. She was still in hot pursuit.

Ahead of April a big delivery truck was slowly backing down the cross street, almost blocking traffic completely. She’d be stopped cold in a moment, and if that happened, she’d be doomed.

But there was a narrow gap between the truck and the corner of a wall. It was barely a foot across—and shrinking with each moment.

Luckily, she was driving the smallest moped on the market. She revved the engine. The needle on the speedometer vibrated at top speed.

This moped might barely be able to get through, she thought. If only I can get there in time—

April’s adrenaline kicked into overdrive.

Don’t stop, she told herself. Don’t stop. She gunned the engine, held her breath, and hoped for the best—

She did it! Keeping the moped steady, she made it around the truck before it blocked the street completely. She had made it to safety, leaving Karai in the dust.