SMOKE BOMB
Bored to near tears Keyop yawned as he flipped through another set of television channels. Surely there had to be something on, of interest and worth to watching, it was Saturday after all. Sadly he hated to admit he'd much rather be out helping the team.
Jason was probably at a motor rally right about now. 'Bet, he could have used my help, with refueling, or changing tires.' Keyop thought. 'Or maybe he should be out helping Tiny, with his contracted fishing business. Then again there was Mark and Princess. Now what were they going to do, once they finished the tactical disassembly of that last Spectra mecha they had captured.'
He had to chuckle again at the flashy silver car. Now if he were a Spectran engineer there would be no way in heck he would construct a new weapon and put the name Spectra all over it. That was just asking for it at least in his opinion.
Though one did have to admit having a dual shifter between the seats was an impressive feature, and the cool three quarter fold down seat was nice too. After all what better place to store your weapons, especially those that standard seats did not accommodate for.
If that wasn't funny enough, the very idea that the guys in green sold this idea to a manufacturing car company was. And they bought it. It made him wonder who laughed all the way to the bank. The car company or Zoltar.
"Oh well." He bleeped coming back from his little daydream, and what prefect timing.
Jason marched through, pausing long enough to look at Keyop. "Know that channel surfing will
rot your brain."
"Broop beep. I'm bored." Keyop chirped.
Jason shrugged. "Yeah me too."
"Broop. Thought you were racing."
Jason shrugged stepping back as a very wet Tiny come in followed closely behind by Princess. "It's raining."
"No kidding." Mark commented as he come in and discarded a ruined newspaper.