Every single time she rode her bike anywhere she was thankful she didn't get killed.
Cars would pull out or turn in right in front of her, forcing her to brake and swerve. Some motorists either didn't see her or didn't care and she'd been forced off the road many times.
But now the advantage would be in her favour.
She stood in her garage admiring the new bracket she'd attached to the bike's handlebars, a bracket upon which a gun could be mounted.
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