Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She threw another grenade, pink smoke pouring out of the
can.
I sped on, tapping her right leg, and another can rolled,
billowing red smoke.
All four corners of the square were covered in clouds of
color, Rika punching a couple of paintballs on the brick over
her family’s store windows.
Banks and Alex, both in their own masks, held their
grenades in the air, steaming the smoke behind them.
“Alright, just start throwing a few,” I called back to Winter.
“Make a mess!”
I drove, she threw can after can, draining her supply, and I
watched as smoke filled the area, creating a heavy cover to
where I had to slow down to see.
She finally took her arm off me, loading one can in each
hand and pulling the rings, holding them up in the air.
“Whew!” she screamed, laughing.
We all did a final turn and then raced up to The White
Crow Tavern, ending our escapade.
People filtered into the streets, screaming when the drones
flew across, and disappeared into the smoke.
I climbed off the bike, lifting my mask.
“Having fun?” I asked her, helping her off.
She tossed the can and moved the pack to her back again.
“I don’t know.” She laughed. “How much does this fun cost?”
“Sticking with me for the rest of your life,” I replied,
putting my arm around her waist. “That’ll suck.”
I walked her into the tavern, everyone else following. Once
inside, I looked over my shoulder at Kai.
“There were no guards at the door when we drove past,”
he told me. “He might not be here yet.”
He was here. This was an annual get-together and the only
time he invited his reputable business associates from out of