A Flash of Red
A flash of dark red passed him by so fast he thought he imagined it. He shook it off and focussed on his task: getting to his next target, another wealthy businessman up to no good. His motorcycle thrummed beneath him, vibrated through his body via the handlebars and seat.
He sped through the city, winded in and out between cars, and took side routes only locals knew.
Still, when he got to his destination, he couldn't help but stare. The guy he was after was already tied up, in plain view, as if offered up as a gift.
Something caught his eye. Another flash of red. Maybe a flash of yellow, too. "Barry. That you?"
No answer. He shrugged and pulled out his phone, calling Lance to arrange a pick up for the tied up businessman. Then, he took a last look at the businessman, frowned slightly, and sped away, but not before he saw yet another flash of red.
fin.