Ha this chapter was fun to write, and it feels more powerful than my other story. Speaking of which, I have names, I have personalities, and I even had cars! But every time I try to write the first chapter, it turns into gunk at my feet, belch. So I'm going to have to play around with it or come up with another way to display the story. I changed the name to Chrome Angels by the way, for future reference.

Now for some shout outs:

Jimmy Candlestick: I'm glad you liked the scene with Monkey; I needed him to do something Monkey…ish. So having him hold 'his' wrench just popped into my head. And I'm glad you enjoyed it! It makes me happy when you guys enjoy my writing.

TekuchicK: I'm writing, I'm writing, I'm writing! I can only type so fast! laughs but I'm glad you like it so much! And thanks for the first review.

YO HaloFin where are you! Same to the rest of my Acceleracers obssesies!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Acceleracers, if I did, I'd be writing the sequel to Acceleracers now and not fanfics XD. Not to mention I really would buy a car like Shirako's…

CHAPTER 1

"She still has a strong pulse," Taro gently took his hands away from the mysterious driver's throat, "but she's lost a lot of blood." Taro had stopped the bleeding with a rag from one of the garages, surprising everyone with some form of medical knowledge. But after getting hit in the head so many times, at least once his head had cracked open and it was a lesson well learned.

"I'll prep the infirmary…" Lani broke the tense silence that hung over every racers' head. Karma volunteered to help, ready to escape the tension that seemed to fill by the gallon. Lani rushed off to get one of the hospital beds ready, Karma following after her heels.

"Anyone have any idea who she is?" Kadeem finally asked one of the questions they all had been meaning to ask-maybe not the most important, but it was a start.

"She doesn't look familiar," Vert took a long look at her face and shook his head with a blank look. The girl's skin had become slightly pale from some of the blood loss, bringing out tiny physical features in her face. Like the fact she had a scar underneath her right eye in the shape of a half circle. Or the fact that there was a tiny needle sized hole in her ear, meaning she wore earrings at one point in her life.

"I think the question we all want to ask is why is she dressed for a Drone?" Kurt bluntly stated, the tension coming back in full swing. Kurt had pervious knowledge of racers driving for the Drones- he was one of them: Zed 36. He made that mistake, but he didn't know if anyone else would either.

"Maybe she's a traitor like someone else we all know." Wylde hinted Kurt's thoughts, who growled at his younger brother. The two teams who had previous encounters in the World Race looked on with worry, Monkey was left in the dark for now as he could only imagine what had happened. Perhaps it had something to do with why Wylde hated his older brother so much?

"Or maybe she was spy for Tezla; you never know what that doctor has planned." Vert optimistically tried to reason, any excuse not bringing up the idea of a human drone. His theory was reasonable as the idea crossed the faces of the racers, all nodding their heads in understanding. The Doctor was a very eccentric man and liked to keep information to himself. A small sigh escaped the driver's lips as attention was brought back to her. Lani had returned with the ambulance car, its Red Cross symbol glared in the bright lights of the Acceledome.

"Anyone care to help me lift her into the car?" Lani agitatedly stated, noticing that the drivers were all too afraid to go near her for some reason. It was like she had some fatal disease and they were all afraid to catch it by touching her. Lani looked at each driver as they looked from one to the other, some eyes looking in Kurt's direction. Lani silently gaped as she too remembered what had happened in the World Race and Kurt. It was like déjà vu all over again, only with a female.

"I'll help…" Monkey requested as he gently lifted the unconscious girl into his arms. If helping this lost girl earned him brownie points to Lani, he'd carry the girl all the way to the infirmary. One of his hands held onto the small rag that Taro had applied, careful to not damage her skull any further. Her head lolled over his left arm as he carried her quickly over to the car. He set her gently in the back as her head rolled to the right onto her shoulder. Her head had kept the rag in place, the blood slowly hardening on the rag. Lani closed the vehicle's doors and rushed to the driver's seat. With an almost lead foot, Lani was gone around the corner of the garage.

"So what would Gelorum want with a human driver when she has perfect drones at her command?" Kadeem asked as heads turned his way. The drivers had all returned to the conference room to discuss what to do when the Human Drone (as they had nicknamed her for now) woke up. Tezla was no where to be found, so asking for his opinion was not an option. Vert had hoped to run his theory by Tezla, make him seem like a hero or at least not look like a kid. In quiet manner of pouting, he had volunteered to look at the Drone car.

"Maybe she needs a human to work the wheel of power, like Vert last time." Taro theorized as Monkey stayed silent in the back. All he could do at this point was take information in and ask questions later. The tension had died down with her presence gone, but it was still there. Not to mention at this point, only theories could be thrown around until she woke up. But there was one question that bugged him since Wylde's comment.

"So, why does everyone think she is like Kurt?" He asked innocently enough and three-quarters of the room turned their heads to Kurt.

"I used to work for Gelorum back in the World Race," Monkey gaped: that would explain some of the hostility, "I didn't know she was a drone then, I just knew I couldn't trust Tezla. When they went after Markie…

"Wylde." Wylde growled.

"…I couldn't trust them anymore and I saw what she was." Kurt calmly stated, although his voice was filled with much anxiety.

"…okay…"Monkey calmly stated, voice filled with mild shock.

Vert walked though the doors carrying a gym sized duffel bag, which he slid onto the table. The bag stopped right in front of Taro, who was standing at the other end of the metallic surface. All eyes fell on the bag, a black hue with purple straps, definitely not drone colors.

"I found this outside the Drone car, probably fell off the girl." He said as Wylde quickly, without any thought, began unzipping the duffel bag.

"Don't you think we should wait for her to wake up first…Markie?" Vert scolded, remembering the days in the World Race when Markie was almost just as immature. Now he was just immature with tattoos and an authority issue the size of Texas.

"Not if there is something unpleasant in here we shouldn't know about." Markie reasoned his intrusion, half expecting something to come out of the bag. He was looking foreword to smashing a drone, and instead they get some mysterious driver who was probably like his brother: hired for money and cold as ice. Before Wylde could get the bag open it was quickly snatched away from the anxious boys. Karma stood there, a look of disgust on her face aimed directly at Markie, who only scowled back at her.

"I'll take this, when she wakes up we'll let you know." Karma sauntered out of the room, leaving behind drivers who couldn't wait for anything.

'For their sake let's hope she wakes up soon.' Karma thought coolly as the door to the conference room hissed shut behind her. Honestly, she had never seen the drivers so tense before, on and off the track. Whatever they were talking about must have brought some bad memories back. Karma could only guess that it had something to do with the World Race; it would explain why she felt left in the dark about their anxious state.

Her black boots made quiet clangs on the floor as she walked in the direction of the infirmary. The duffel bag was slung over her left shoulder as she gripped the strap with her fist. Karma was thankful that the infirmary was a close walking distance from the conference room, because the duffel bag was quite heavy for its size. She curiously wondered what the driver had crammed into the bag before her dramatic crash into the Acceledome.

"How's she doing Lani?" Karma asked as the door hissed open and Karma placed the duffel bag on one of the near by plastic chairs. Lani ceased her fiddling with one of the machines and looked from Karma to the driver. The mysterious driver was hooked up to a series of machines, tubes running along the length of her arms. One was filled with blood, for all that she lost, while the other was a simple IV bag to give to her dried out system. Her forehead was wrapped in gaze bandages, her head propped against a feather pillow. She was breathing on her own, her chest rising in long quiet gasps. The heart monitor was beeping in a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room besides the breathing coming from all three girls.

"Well, she's stabilized, but she isn't waking up if that's what you mean." Lani replied in an empty tone, thoughts gathered in wool elsewhere. She couldn't help but wonder if this girl was another Zed 36, just like Kurt. Or what if she was worse? What if right now she was helping the enemy invade their place to destroy them? Or maybe the girl was alright? Maybe she was kidnapped by the Drones? Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe….

"LANI!" Karma yelled as Lani jumped and hit the heart monitor lightly. The monitor, not liking the sudden slap from Lani, beeped in protest before repeating its steady beat. She placed a hand over her heart and looked at Karma while biting her lip to keep from screaming.

"I asked if you were alright. You look pale and your mind is somewhere else." Karma said as Lani rubbed her temples frustratingly.

"I'm fine Karma, it's just…something that happened in the past, it's a long story." Lani tried to shoo the memories away, make the subject die down and leave it at that. Karma moved the duffel bag onto the floor and sat cross legged with her hands folded over her knees.

"I've got time," Karma kept insisting as Lani took a seat next to her, legs giving way at the very sight of the chair.

"Alright, well back in the World Race, some of the driver's were being sabotaged and thrown into some situations. It turns out that there was a spy among us and he tried to take the Wheel for a company that had paid him," Lani took a sigh of air and continued, "It was Kurt. He helped us stop her, but for the beginning of the race he raced for her." Karma's eyes widened and placed a hand over her mouth. That would explain all the tension in the room and the hostility toward the girl.

"So you think…?" Karma looked at the driver clad in black and green, sleeping innocently.

"Yeah, I think the guys are afraid of another racer like Zed 36: that was Kurt's name from Gelorum." Lani explained, feeling a huge weight come off her chest. At least now Karma understood her worry on the thought.

"True, but we don't know that Lani. I heard Vert talking about how maybe she was a spy for Tezla. Or maybe she was kidnapped, who knows there are many possibilities, we won't know until she wakes up." Karma counteracted as Lani nodded in thought.

"Yeah, Doctor Tezla could have done that as a precaution, but he hasn't said anything to me." Lani was interrupted by a loud groan coming from the driver. Both girls whipped their heads around and jumped to their feet. The driver was rubbing her head groggily, movement weak and limp. She rested her hand across her stomach and strained to open her eyes. With slow movement, her eyelids opened to reveal a pair of light hazel irises, dull of any light.

"Hi I'm Lani this is Karma, do you remember what happened to you?" Lani tried to be nice enough. If what Karma said was true, she couldn't be hostile to the girl for something she couldn't control. If she was willingly working for the Drones, then she always knew she could kick her weak ass back into the Drone car. The girl shook her head slowly, before wincing in pain and stopped moving her head.

"You were in a car crash, and you hit your head pretty hard." Karma coyly stated, she wasn't sure the girl would believe her if she said that she had flown out a dimensional portal into their secret headquarters.

"I see…" she whispered, her voice filled with tired confusion. She tried to sit up but she fell back down, clutching the side of her head that sustained the most damage.

"That's where you hit your head…"Lani said, grabbing the bandages as the girl sighed in defeat.

"Do you…remember anything right before the accident?" Lani asked, anticipating the girl's answer and what was said. But instead the girl shook her head again and felt her eyes begin to fall again.

"You should get some rest, you lost a lot of blood and your body needs to recover." Karma saw as the girl was fighting to remain conscious. She nodded as Lani and Karma made their way to the door- the boys needed to know she had woken up.

"Wait…" the girl called in a tired panic tone as the heart monitor began to slow down to a steady beat again. Both girls turned around in time to hear the girl's last request, and what she said shocked them to no end.

"Do you know what my name is?"

……

What, you thought it would be THAT easy? That she would know her name and everything going on?

(CACKLE!!!!)

NICE TRY! I'm not going to make it THAT easy, then it wouldn't be a story! I really wanted to emphasize the tension among the drivers so I hope I got that across well. And does anyone else wonder how Taro can get so many hits to the head and NOT pass out?

REVIEW PLEASE! I hope you like it! CT V.2