Tomahawk – Chapter 4

The only light in the tunnel came from holes on the left and right sides. The holes of light shot past as Hawk tore forward, flying by faster and faster as the Firebird roared forward. Those lights were the only true indication of his actual speed, and judging by their frequency he must have been approaching three hundred miles an hour. The Firebird screamed in the dark.

He saw a light at the end of the tunnel. It began as a speck in the center of the darkness. But as he sped forward the ligh...