Guerrilla Warfare on Two Wheels Across The Dusty Tracks
The desert wind whips past your helmet as you speed through the canyons, a lone wolf in a pack of iron horses. You're not just trekking; you're part of a firestorm, a silent uprising waged on two wheels. Your target: the ironclad walls of authority, the power-hungry. You are the ghost, striking with deadly force and vanishing like a whisper in the