Fast. So damn fast. Fast enough to make you sick.
That was the only feeling among the Badlands Track contestants.
A car going a hundred miles per hour wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that this car wasn't even speeding down the road-it was tearing across the hills!
Legend charged onto the road at full speed. The enormous impact even left a crater in the road's edge as the vehicle barreled over the shoulder!
Even more unbelievable, once it hit the road, the car barely skidded or jolted. It didn't slow down-instead, it accelerated again!
"Drop the mines! Drop the fucking mines!!!"
Ahead of Legend was another Colby Mule. The people aboard were shouting themselves hoarse, their faces red: that monstrous beast was about to chew them to pieces!
Bang.
"Are you brain-dead? The mines are in the cargo bed!"
The driver was scared shitless too. He turned around and slapped the guy behind him. His telescoping arm reached over the seat and slammed into his companion's face.
He hadn't controlled his strength at all. Between the cheap Cyberware and his agitation, the blow sent his companion reeling.
His companion lost his balance and dropped to his knees with a thump, landing right on the rig they'd set up:
Calling it a rig was a stretch. It was just a sawed-off plank. When his knee slammed down on one end, the other end immediately sprang up and smacked him hard in the head again.
But that blow also fully activated the completely mechanical mine-dropping device. Several small mines fell straight out from under the Mule, scraping sparks across the ground!
If the car behind them couldn't stop in time, it was going to get blown up!
A heavily armored vehicle this big couldn't possibly make another sudden stop or sharp