As Grace weaves through the crumbling labyrinth of the city's ruins, adrenaline fuels her every move. The futuristic motorcycle hums beneath her, a sleek and formidable machine designed for speed and agility. The Watchers, relentless in their pursuit, are hot on her trail, their own vehicles cutting through the debris like predators on a hunt. The city stretches before her, a landscape of shattered glass and twisted metal, remnants of a civilization that once was. Towering skyscrapers lean precariously, casting jagged shadows across the wide, empty streets. Each corner and shadowy alleyway presents a new challenge, and Grace knows the fleeting advantage she holds can vanish in an instant if she's not careful. An explosion echoes from behind as one of the Watchers attempts to clip her rear wheel, missing by mere inches and sending a shower of sparks flying. She grits her teeth, swerving sharply to the left, the motorcycle tilting dangerously close to the cracked pavement. Ahead, the legendary river glimmers in the distance, a ribbon of hope amidst the chaos. But to reach it, Grace must first traverse a sprawling bridge that, like everything else in this city, is not what it once was. Major sections of the bridge have collapsed into the rushing rock infested waters below, leaving gaps that would deter most riders. But not Grace. Drawing on all her courage and skill, she accelerates, the motorcycle roaring in defiance of the danger. With pinpoint precision, she approaches the first gap, her heart pounding like a war drum. The world seems to slow as she launches herself into the air, the thrum of the engine singing in her ears. She lands gracefully on the other side, barely pausing before adjusting her trajectory for the next major jump. The Watchers, relentless but not as skilled, falter as they attempt to mimic her feat. One by one, they fall behind, their too-heavy vehicles unable to match her nimbleness and daring. Except for three of the Watchers, who are as daring as they come. They are right on her tail. She tosses her spikes behind her, leaving a surprise for any pursuers and taking out their tires. With the end of the bridge in sight with a natural ramp, Grace gives the throttle one last twist, feeling the motorcycle surge forward with a burst of speed. She hits the final jump and soars across the water's edge, landing safely on the other side. The Watchers' distant cries fade into the background as the river becomes her ally, cutting off her pursuers. Safe for the moment, Grace takes a breath and gathers her thoughts. She clutches the algorithm tightly, the key to her people's survival, and whispers a silent promise to those who depend on her. But for now, she must keep moving, find her allies, and prepare for the next step in her mission. The fight is far from over, but Grace knows she's closer than ever to saving her people.  With the A-III Algorithm, Grace holds the key to starting the rebellion. It begins now!    That silent promise...Grace whispers... "Soon It'll All Be Ours."