Black)- *Decals:* Lamborghini Logo on sides and rear- *Wheels:* 20-inch forged aluminum with Pirelli P Zero tires- *Body Kit:* Carbon fiber with active aerodynamics
" Nice work Recoil!" Nova approved. He pushed his thoughts to a corner of his consciousness and awaited his upcoming meeting with the Silver Syndicates…
The parking lot was half-forgotten and dimly lit by flickering neon lights. It was 2PM in-game time. Quiet, except for the hum of the few incoming engines.
Recoil rolled in, his car gliding like a shadow, then came to a crisp stop. "Whoa! Nice ride mate" Vapor whooped. " Yeah, impressive one man" Tyrion added while Smoke stared on wide eyed.
Recoil opened the car door and alighted with a smile. " Dude, did you buy a new ride?" Smoke stuttered. " Nah I just upgraded this one. Swapped some parts and gave her a fresh edge." Recoil clarified.
" Okay Recoil down to the quest at hand…" Vapor started. " Yeah about that, I've reviewed everything and decided…" Recoil interrupted.
"You'll have to go."
That one came from Smoke.
Recoil blinked. His face said it all: Wait, what?
" Let me explain," Smoke continued. "This death race? It's brutal. The track's laced with all manner of dangers the developers could think of: obstacles, traps, monsters—you name it. I could've tried, but… I can't drive under that kind of pressure."
" Neither can I mate" Vapor chimed in quickly.
Tyrion scratched his head. "I would've gone, but someone's gotta be ready to patch up your ride at each checkpoint, man."
Recoil stood still. Blue eyes narrowed—not in anger, but realization. They weren't lying. Not exactly. But beneath their reasons was a quiet truth: they were scared. And in Eternity's Edge, fear wasn't irrational—it was survival instinct.
He nodded slowly, looking at each of them. He couldn't blame them, who would? " I get it, no harm done…"
***Reaper's POV***
I had just finished off my stale chips and onion rings washed down with a bottle of energy drink.
I had gone through the rules of the quest and viewed the map with it's danger spots marked out.
This was how beneficial it was to have connections. Noobs had sent me some key information on the extreme danger spots.
I powered on my computer screen and VR headset. The game's logo blared on the computer screen and I typed in my password.
" Welcome Reaper! Logging in" A sultry voice boomed from the loudspeakers. I took a deep breath. " It's showtime"...
Axel, spoke up. "Reaper, your vehicle is ready. Shall I summon it for you?"
I smiled, anticipating the thrill of getting behind the wheel. "Do it, Axel."
The sound of screeching tires and revving engines echoed through the air as my car, a sleek and menacing black Dodge Challenger, emerged from the nearby alleyway.
*** Ferrari SF90 Stradale ***
- *Tier:* 2( Semi-pro)
- *Rarity:* Common
- *Class:* Supercar
- *Speed:* 247mph (395km/h)
- *Acceleration:* 0-60 mph in 2.5 seconds
- *Handling:* 70 (V. Good)
- *Braking:* 80 (Excellent)
- *Level:* 8- *Upgrade Points:* 5
- *Engine:* 6.5L V8 Hybrid (1200 HP)
- *Transmission:* 7-Speed Dual-Clutch
- *Suspension:* Adaptive Magnetic Ride Control
- *Brakes:* Carbon-Ceramic Discs with 8-Piston Calipers
- *Paint:* Midnight Eclipse (Dark grey metallic)
- *Decals:* Ferrari logo on sides and rear
- *Wheels:* 20-inch forged vanadium with Pirelli P Zero tires
- *Body Kit:* Carbon fiber with active aerodynamics
The car's design was a testament to my own personal style - aggressive, intimidating, and built for speed.
I walked towards the car, feeling a sense of pride and ownership. This was my baby, my ticket to the fast lane. And with Axel's advanced AI system integrated into the car's computer, I knew I had an unbeatable edge on the road.
"Reaper, your vehicle is equipped with advanced navigation, tactical analysis, and defensive systems," Axel reminded me, as I slid into the driver's seat. "You're clear to drop a gear and disappear "
I grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I started the engine. "Time to take the chase to the next level."
With a roar of engines, I sped off into the night.