The vehicle level stretched long and wide – endless rows of machines parked on marked lanes, organized by type and size. Bikes lined the near wall, ranging from compact commuter frames to stripped-down racing chassis. Low-profile cars sat further back, their panels seamless. Compact drones occupied folding racks along the ceiling rails. The air smelled like clean metal, warm rubber, and ozone.
Hikari took one step inside and stopped.
"It's bigger than my grocery list" Esen gasped, putting his hands on his head.
"It's a whole city" Feris corrected, already craning toward the drone racks.
Alteea spread her arms. "Wheels, wings, and a few things that violate regulations in three districts from neoshima and most of the world. We start civil before we get creative." She looked at Hikari over the rim of her glasses. "Try to pretend you haven't already picked."
