Training

~Cars 2 Characters (c) PIXAR 2011~

Chambertin; an expensive French wine

The combat simulation was wholly convincing, the disguise simulators over both cars working flawlessly as they fought. Sparks flew at times, the sound of metal hitting metal resonating through the dark room.

At the moment, Leland appeared to be fighting a grey Bristol 407 in what resembled the foggy streets of downtown London, and the latter of the two was blocking every hit with trained ease. And he did so with the same cocky smirk that only annoyed the Jaguar further.

Sincerely wishing that they'd been able to use their weapons, Leland shot out another tire with practiced skill and speed, only for his attack to be cut off again. Growling in frustration, the blood red spy car wheeled back, before launching another barrage of attacks towards the Bristol. And in response, the grey car dodged every single one of them.

"Stay still you bloody—"Leland cursed, only for his opponent to tsk reprovingly, instilling an attack of his own (and of course, hitting its mark).

"That's no way to speak to a fellow agent."

"Right now you're not an agent," the Jaguar snapped, attempting to dodge a particularly close hit. "You're the enemy."

The Bristol harrumphed good-naturally, once again landing a perfect blow on his adversary. There was a moment of silence, only filled by Leland's annoyed cries and the sound of rubber against metal. "How about a wager, old chap?" the Bristol suggested suddenly, and the Jaguar avoided an attack before answering.

"What kind?"

"Winner of this round has to buy the other an entire bottle of Chambertin."

Leland hummed thoughtfully for a moment, moving aside to evade a tire flying in his direction, "Alright. What're the terms?"

"Whoever lands the best blow, wins."

"Sounds fair."

Another moment of silence passed, but Leland only bided his time, awaiting the perfect moment to strike. A minute passed, and there was the ideal opening…..

The sound of shattering glass suddenly pierced through the silence and the simulation flickered before disappearing altogether. In place of the grey Bristol stood a silvery blue Aston Martin, watching the Jaguar with a deadpanned expression, the glass from his smashed headlight littering the ground around his tires. Leland smirked proudly as his companion rolled his eyes.

"After you pay for a new headlight, I'll buy you your bloody Chambertin."