C40 The Chase

The chill breeze sweeps across his face as they speed away in the dead of night. The wind was loud in his ears, not loud enough to bury the sound of whistling, crackling and a faint hum from above them. A dim light shone on them from behind, a car was catching up to them. Friday looked up to see what's making the peculiar sound, "Adrian, are you seeing this?"

It never happened before