Title: Bad Driver
Prompt 5/10: Cherry
Updated: 8/17/2018
"Got any idea where we are?" Sam appeared beside him, his expression perplexed by the terrain around them.
"Your guess is as good as mine, bro," Jet shook his head, hands gripping what was left of the odd steering wheel of the Recognizer. The boundaries of the cities took on a life of their own. Even through the blur of lights and clumsy driving, the architecture was completely unlike their own.
Buildings seemed grow directly from the ground itself, reaching ridiculous heights that would topple under normal circumstances. Lights fluxed on the mood, everything appeared to be touch-activated. The alien blue sky that once reflected the time of day, had become blacker than the blackest night. Lightning crackled above the sky in sync with the sirens and flashing spotlights. Huddled in corner, Sam and Jet watched the outlines of blood red and orange skitter across the sky like bees alerted to an enemy presence.
Some twenty odd miles behind them they knew the stolen recognizer was discovered, a risky peek over the edge of the building's corner they'd stuffed themselves into revealed the ground was crawling with the hulking ICPs and Elite Guard, armed with seemingly benign staffs. Sam ducked back deep into the shadows as a spotlight flashed in their direction.
Jet's fractured glasses caught the illumination for a moment. He looked the part of a mad scientist from a anime: One eye shadowed, the other naked to plain sight. Sam shook his head and hobbled back over to the corner. "We're screwed if they find us here," He grumbled, slumping against the wall. "What are you doing? Leave that alone." Sam reached over and slapped the agitated hand that was picking at the fluorescent lit suit.
Bradley did his best not look indignant when he shook the sting from his hand. "I feel naked in this cat suit, man," Jet grumbled, pulling the synthetic suit. It breathed like a second skin, melding perfectly with his own, adjusting where discomfort was found. "I thought Uncle Kevin was kidding when they strapped him in one of these things."
"Right? Where do you think our clothes went?" Despite the ache in his ankle, Sam found himself grinning at their shared discomfort with the suit. Jet shrugged his shoulders, tongue running across his teeth in agitation. "Maybe they were left behind we got digitized. Mom would know, she helped Mr. Gibbs make that laser after all," Jet murmured. "She still uses the technology at JPL."
"That's all fine and cherry Jet, but unless we can sent her a page, Lora's not a lot help to us right now," Sam retorted.
"Why, thank you, Captain Obvious, I had no idea," Jet grumbled, removing his glasses. To his surprise his vision was as magnified as they were when he was wearing them. Huh, optical adjustment, like aspect ratio, he thought to himself. Tossing them to the corner, he cast a wary glance outside. "So what are we gonna do? Sit here and wait for them to call us out?"
"Not exactly, Sam, but I'm open to any ideas you might have."
"That's just it, I don't have any. I was hoping you did."
"Bro, my ideas went as far as the flying square-thingy. I cannot stress enough how much I don't have a plan," Jet snapped.
Sam groaned, swallowing against the knot in his throat. "Well, then... this sucks."