Storm wasn’t done quite yet, by the sound of things, as a dark green Shadow sprinted down the streets of Detroit, twin-turbocharged V12 screaming to the city.
Luke looked up from signing an autograph, then said, “Sounds like we’ve got another one. Some of the Raceworks Division said they were going to be late. By the engine note and the shift pattern, that’s the XVR-12.”
Shortly following the late Shadow arrival, an old concept, one seen forever ago, turned up.
The driver who stepped out looked more than a little frazzled, and immediately complained to his fellow Raceworks Division drivers, who all stated, “You got the short straw fair and square. It was your turn to drive the Deathtrap.”
“But, the thing has no power until the last thousand revs, then it’s all there like someone turned on a light switch labeled “Rocket Booster,” but unlike a normal car which just squirms violently, this thing tries to snap around and chase its tail.”
“You drew the short straw. We’ll draw straws again for who brings it home.”
Luke stopped the arguing with a quick, and lightly sharp, “Why can I hear my Surge being driven here?”
“You’re joking. Seriously? Who’s the moron who stole the boss’ car and drove it here?”
The driver stepped out, then said, “Luke, you left your keys on your desk. You know, the ones that also have all the keys to the building? Figured I’d bring them to you and also something notable for the show. After all, you’ve got Serial number 1010 of the Surges, so I figured…”
“I’d have driven it if I wanted it here, but I suppose it’s noteworthy enough. Though if I find one thing out of place in it, you’ll regret doing this.”
“We’ll just make him drive the Deathtrap home.”
“Wait, what!? No, that’s not fair!”