บท 134: New Car Smell
"Alright, we've socialised enough, can we look at the car already?"
"Right." Quentin mutters, nodding.
"What'd you get anyway? You've been keeping it under wraps for days now... It ain't gonna be like one of those old Nascar jobs is it? Covered in fucking corpo stamps?"
"Ugh, I'd rather shoot myself than ride in one of those." Rebecca visibly grimaces.
"No, nothing like that." Quentin assures, "No one wants to be connected with it anyway, win or lose, having their name or company name on it would be stupid." he says as he walks over to a large light switch.
He pulls it, causing a large creak to ring out as the back of the workshop lights up, revealing a large vehicle hidden under a synthetic tarp. "I know, it looks sexy as fuck even when covered." he chuckles to himself.
"It's big... You sure you want us to use it? Something this size can't be all that fast." Ori questions.
Quentin just nods, striding over and gripping the tarp, "Trust me, even a baby with no limbs could win a race with this thing." with that he pulls the tarp off, revealing the vehicle in all its splendour.
"Are tanks allowed to race...?" Rebecca wonders aloud as they all stare at it.
It was large, maybe as wide as two sports cars next to each other, it was slightly longer than your average car, and it was maybe one and a half times as tall. It had eight heavily reinforced wheels, no visible windows, and was obviously armoured to high hell. It was complete with dark red colouring, though Ori wasn't sure if it was paint or just the colour of its metal. (Like this but as described: https://kill-zonefanon.fandom.com/wiki/AWC-2410_Rain?file=AWC-2410.jpg)
"This isn't technically a tank, so yeah." Quentin states beginning to point at it, "Its engine isn't big enough, the weapons aren't classified as military-, but that's more because the guns are so new that they haven't been fully tested yet." he broadly grins, "No treads or jets either, slap on some indicators and it's 'civilian'."
"That sounds like some S-Tier bullshit. You really expect people to let this thing race? Guys driving beat-up pickup trucks and scrap mobiles won't go anywhere near it!" Rebecca protests.
Quentin just shrugs, "I already got the green light for it. Now it's up to your three to drive it through the finish line. Don't mind about the others guys, if they quiet when they see it that's just fewer competitors."
...
"Is it weird that I feel bad...?" Ori mutters.
"If you feel bad now, just wait til I show you the rest of it." Quentin states, opening the door and hopping into the driver's seat. "Check this out." he calls out, pressing some buttons on the dashboard.
*Tvvwip!*
Panels of metal open up on the sides of the car, revealing large automated machine guns. "That ain't all though!" Quentin laughs, causing the machine guns to turn backwards, red lasers lighting up as they aim backwards.
He proceeds to show them the many other addons the car has, wheels that shoot spikes out to slash the tires of nearby vehicles, a compartment of metal caltrop-like things at the back, and more.
To be honest, it was shocking how good the thing was, and Ori was feeling pretty nervous at the prospect of actually driving it. Which only got worse when he heard about how much it cost.
"I think it was somewhere around a hundred to two hundred thousand Eddies?" Quentin murmured in thought before shrugging, "Something like that anyway."
"T-TWO HUNDRED?!" Ori squeaks, cupping his mouth to stop himself. "A-and you want me to drive it?! Are you mad!?"
"Calm it Ori, it isn't like we're giving it to you. Just think of it as a business vehicle or something?"
"A business vehicle I'm gonna be crashing into cars, people, lamposts, and whatever else gets in the way! Is it insured!? Does insurance cover bullet marks!?"
Quentin snorts, "Insurance? Pfft, you think anyone gonna insure a car this expensive headed into a death race? Hell no! Try not to get too attached to it either, 'cuz we're stripping it and selling its parts once you win the race, try and get some Eddies back on it."
Ori takes a moment to breathe, calming himself as he turns to the others, "What do you guys think...?"
"I think we're biting off more than we can chew." Sasha admits with a light shrug.
"Well I think you two are being pussies, we coulda won the race in that piece of shit Ori used to have, with this thing though it's already over!" Rebecca states.
"That's the spirit!" Quentin laughs, "Oh, by the way, before you take it out for a spin a few warnings. Don't take it anywhere near City Central, Westbrook, Pacifica, etc. The police or any gangs see this thing they're gonna shoot at it, no questions asked, so keep it in the desert of Santo Domingo, cool?"
Ori nods, "Yeah, would be funny to see the look on the suit's faces if we drove it through the corpo plaza though, all guns deployed."
Quentin shudders, "Don't joke about that. Trust me, you may have gotten off easy after that Biotechnica gig, but they aren't fooling around anymore. The Tyger Claws have abandoned the place, and you know what happened the other day? Two rivalling guys tried to have a gunfight, but ended up getting obliterated by the specced up security systems."
"Got a video of that? Might wanna check it out later." Rebecca asks, drawing a sigh from him.
"Just check the Net, probably won't be hard to find. Anyway, I left some notes on what the thing can do in the backseats, I've got a dinner with some acquaintances so, get familiar with it, drive it around, and get ready for the race in three days. It's one of the two qualifiers, so be there."
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บท 135: Magic Tingle...
"Tom, I think your magic 'tingle' ain't worth shit now." Markus remarks as he leans against an upturned concrete bollard, which'd somehow found itself on the side of the road deep in the Badlands outside Night City.
"Don't call it the 'magic tingle' you gonk fuck. That catches on around camp and I'll string you up!" Tom grouses in response, sitting in the shade under a hastily erected tarp.
"Well, we've been here for two days straight now and seen nothin'! Me's thinking you only got lucky the last times!"
Tom sighs and shrugs, "You think picking out good spots to ambush rich folk nine times in a row is a fluke? Last time it took three days but we were eating and fucking for weeks after."
Markus lets a grin show at that, "Yeah, then some dog went too far and had the girls kill themselves. What a fool..." he shakes his head, face palming, "But that don't change how long we been here, the rest of the guys are getting antsy!" he gestures at the eight or so other men lying in wait nearby.
"Yeah well, we're Raffen's, even if we hit it big they won't be happy. Douchebags..." Tom sourly spits, only to pause as his ears twitch. "Hey... You hear that...?"
"Hear what?"
"Listen!... It sounds like, company." a grin splits Tom's face, "Big company too, I told you we'd hit it big! Looks like we're eating meat tonight boys!" he shouts, prompting the group to get ready for an ambush.
...
A minute passes however, and yet still never had ventured over the hill...
"You sure you heard something?" Markus questions unsurely.
Tom nods, "Obviously, I'm surprised you can't hear it yet, it's getting louder!"
...
More time passes, and Tom's complexion had begun to slowly pale, drawing some worried glances from his posse.
"Something wrong?" Markus inquires, not liking the way his friend was looking.
Tom shakes his head, "I think we may have made a mistake..." he says, just as a large shadow leaps over the hill, and down the road towards them.
"The fuck is that thing...?"
"S-stay down! Stay down!" Tom shouts as he spots the threat, the gleam of its rust-coloured metal sending a chill down his spine. The size of it alone was enough to worry, let alone everything else.
Markus does as his friend asks, but the others don't, all electing to cheer instead and driving their cars into the road to block the incoming vehicle.
"Ahahaha! Look at that thing! We're gonna be rich!" one guy shouts and the others laugh with him... But this quickly fades as the vehicle continues, despite the road blockade.
"Say, Bobby, that thing don't look like it's stopping no time soon..."
"GET OUT THE FUCKIN' ROAD YOU STUPID BASTARDS!" Markus roars, turning the men's heads towards him... Just as the large tank hits the blockade.
*CRAAASH!*
Men go flying as the tank collides with the cars headfirst, splitting the first desert truck in half and prompting an explosion that envelopes the rest.
*BOOOOM!*
The screams of Tom and Markus' men ring out, some with their bones crushed to paste, while others simply scream due to the fire burning them to death. They'd thought this was it, but the tank spins around into a U-turn and comes straight back at them, this time aiming for the single Raffen man standing unscratched in the middle of the road. He stares at the car like a deer caught in headlights, then his folds like a wet rag as the vehicle hits him.
*SPLATTER!*
"H-holy shit!" Markus utters in complete shock, "T-Tom what the fuck did you get us into!?"
"I don't know! Do you think I'd bring us here if I did!?"
"Don't get fucking smart with me! ALL OUR GUYS ARE DEAD!"
"Markus you-" Tom starts but pauses as the sound of grinding gravel sounds out behind his friend. The tank slowly pulled up some meters from them, facing them...
Both immediately throw their hands up, discarding whatever pride they might've had as raiders in order to save their skin. They just stand there silently as whoever was driving that Metal Harbinger stares at them, Tom can't help but grimace as sweat drips down his back from his neck...
"YOU." a loud synthesized voice shouts from the vehicle, "DO YOU WANT TO LIVE!?"
"Yes! Oh god yes!" Tom exclaims, ignoring the dirty look from Markus.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS."
They do so, throwing their rifles, pistols, knives, and even the guns hidden in their boots to the ground.
"DROP YOUR CLOTHES."
They hesitate, but the tank drives a couple inches forwards, prompting them to discard their clothing as well, leaving them standing in the desert completely naked.
...
"K-KISS THE GROUND." the voice commands with a slight initial stutter.
They do so.
"KISS EACHOTHER."
"What the fuck..." Markus can't help but ask, baffled.
"J-just do what they say, do you wanna die?" Tom hurriedly whispers.
"Sick fucks." Markus growls, leaning in and giving Tom the quickest peck on the cheek ever observed by man.
"ON THE LIPS."
...
Another peck, yet the tank's voice blares again after a moment.
"USE TONGUE."
"GO FUCK YOURSELF! I AIN'T DOING THAT GAY-" Markus starts, but stops when two large heavy machine guns deploy from the sides of the vehicle, lasers aiming directly at each of their foreheads.
"U-USE TONGUE." the voice repeats.
"Tom, if we get out of this alive I'm going to gut you." Markus growls, his face turning blue from sheer rage.
"I don't care, as long as you never mention this to anyone..." Tom replies with gritted teeth, slowly approaching his friend as the voice orders.
"I mean it," the man continues, nodding downwards at the man's flaccid cock, "You get hard and I'm cutting it off, I swear to whatever sadistic piece of shit god that exists."
...
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