The Badlands--
A flashy Viper raced across the desert. Some kind of holographic projection device seemed to be installed on the outside of the car. From a distance, it almost blended into the desert, making it hard to tell there was a car there.
The graffiti on it showed which faction they belonged to--
The Wraiths.
The most vicious Maelstrom gang in the Badlands outside Night City.
The guy in the passenger seat, wearing a drone link, was as high as a kite.
"Awesome! Militech wasn't lying. This thing is seriously awesome!
Whoa, that gun over there is pretty sick. Let me check out this auto-dodge feature.
Holy shit, this firepower hits like a cannon.
Woohoo! Here comes a big one!"
The driver was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "My turn, my turn!"
"Drive your car-holy shit, this big guy over there is insane!"
"Bro, it's my turn!"
"Fine, fine, go ahead-you're as jumpy as a monkey. Park the car first."
The driver slammed on the brakes. The guy in the passenger seat had just taken off the drone controller when he smashed into the windshield with a bang. A piece of metal sticking out of the Viper sliced a gash in his head.
"Fuck you. Do you even know how to drive?"
The driver didn't care. He snatched the drone controller and connected it to his Brain-Computer Interface.
"I'm talking to you-" The guy in the passenger seat smacked the driver on the head.
Then the guy who'd just put on the live-feed control rig started convulsing like a madman, black smoke rising from his head!
"Aaaaaah-ughhh, aaaaah, I'm starving!"
"Holy shit."
Bang!
The live-feed control rig exploded with a bang. Obviously, the unlucky bastard's head exploded along with it.
The Wraith who'd just taken