Dusty flew over the fields of corn, his light blue eyes fixed on the town of Propwash Junction. "Propwash tower this is Crophopper 7. Requesting to land, over."
Dusty slowed his speed while he waited for permission to land.
"Crophopper 7, this is Propwash tower. You are clear for landing, over."
The orange and white plane's wing flaps tilted down, and Dusty made his way onto the runway. Coming to a slow stop, he rolled off the runway.
"Hey Dusty!" Chug called sitting in his garage. The racer rolled to his best friend, his black propeller slowly spinning.
"Hey, Chug, what's up?" Dusty asked, tilting slightly, a smile coming to his mouth.
The green fuel truck beamed. "Your defeat of Ripslinger is still going strong," he proclaimed. Dusty blinked. I didn't mean to offend Rip... I just wanted to prove to everyone that I could race.
"Oh!" the orange and white plane said. "Really? Did they get Ned and Zed out of that cliff?"
"Well, it took a while, but yeah. They got them out," Chug answered.
Dusty smiled again. "That's good." The racer rolled down the road, passing the Fill 'n Fly on the way to his hanger.
"Dusty!" The orange plane turned to a pale purple forklift holding a wrench. "Dusty, where were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Dottie screeched.
Dusty gulped, backing up. "Whoa, Dottie, calm down." He blinked. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, sorry your left wing." She drove behind him and picked him up, rolling him into her workshop.
. . .
A clatter sounded. Dusty felt code travel through his body, the feeling making him tingle a little.
Malware detected. Commencing system restart.
Dusty's eyes snapped open, his blue eyes replaced by blood red. He laughed, rolling out of his hanger onto the street.
Error, error. Restart failed.
Looking around, his eyes locked on Chug's garage...