Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

We stopped at the light, the village center ahead, and cast
each other a look for any last-minute questions.
Arrive. Distract. Invade.
That was the plan.
I tipped my mask up, looking over my shoulder at Winter.
“You ready?”
“Like a bowling ball,” she repeated Rika’s instructions for
her part tonight.
I felt her move the backpack between us, so she could
reach inside easier.
I pulled the mask back down, reached behind and squeezed
her thigh, and then revved my engine, joining the others.
The crowd sat ahead, cluttering the tables of cafés and bars
on the sidewalks, or loitering in groups around the vendors at
the edges of the street, but the road wasn’t too packed
anymore, the parade having ended hours ago.
“Me Against the Devil” blasted from the sound system in
the square as high school and college kids danced and jumped
up and down, and we waited only another moment before we
shot off, Winter holding me with one arm and getting ready
with her other.
We raced into the noise, the high-pitched whir of our
engines overtaking every other sound in the square, and people
popped their heads up and turned their eyes on what was
coming as we raced around the square. Michael and I, carrying
Winter and Rika, zoomed around the bend, doing one entire
turn around the perimeter of the square, hearing shouts and
cheers as we sped and screeched our tires. Kai and Will
followed a little slower, checking out The White Crow Tavern
as they passed.
The wind rushed us, I clocked the cop cars parked around
the square, and Rika pulled out her paint gun, holding it
pointed to the sky as Michael took us around the square for
another run. The music charged me up, and I gripped the
handle bars, speeding ahead.