-the Hunt- Bike Of Hell Script -

The front wheel lifts. Jax screams—not in fear, but because the handlebars are burning his palms. Not heat. Something older. A brand.

Jax stares at his reflection. No red eyes. Just a tired, alive face. -THE HUNT- Bike Of Hell Script

TECHNICIAN Sir, the bike’s biometrics just spiked. That’s... not possible. It’s not even plugged in. The front wheel lifts

JAX What the hell—

A wall of screens. DOZENS of helmeted hunters in tactical gear mount black motorcycles. KESSLER (50s, cold, surgical) watches Jax’s fleeing form on a drone feed. alive face. TECHNICIAN Sir

A black SUV screeches around the corner ahead. Two more behind. Hunters on motorcycles flank from side streets. Trapped.