The muscle car didn't have AC, the shocks were shot, and it smelled like sixty years of gasoline, but it was fast.
Leo was driving because his reaction times were technically inhuman now, swerving around patches of floating asphalt and pixelated pot-holes with bored precision while the desert blurred past at a hundred miles an hour.
"Can you stop interfacing with the radio?" Joy asked from the backseat, looking a little green. "You keep changing the station every three seconds."
"I'm scanning for encrypted frequencies," Leo said, his ceramic faceplate reflecting the dashboard lights. "Plus, 80s rock has optimal BPM for combat driving."
"We're not in combat," Tayo said, clutching the door handle with his good hand.
"Not yet," Leo corrected. "But my long-range sensors just picked up three bogeys on an intercept course."
Rin sat up in the passenger seat, wincing as his gray-scarred arm throbbed. "Where?"
"Six o'clock, high," Leo said. " aerial pursuit."
