Synth headed out the door, his chooms were waiting for him for their job. He greeted them as he hopped into Kaneda's Quadra Turbo-R, a preem fucking ride Kaneda had spent all of his eddies from their last few jobs on.
"Hey Kaneda, Tommy, Cyberwire. We ready to roll?"
"Yeah we were just waiting on you."
"Preem, let's go."
...
"...What are we waiting for?"
From the back, Tommy and Cyberwire just sighed.
"Put on your seatbelt.", Kaneda said.
"What?"
"Put on your seatbelt." He repeated.
"He's been like this since he did the new BD from Ghost." Cyberwire chimed in.
"The one they drive like a granny in?"
"I have seen the light! I have followed traffic laws I didn't even know existed! I HAVE FELT THE COLD DISDAIN FOR OTHER DRIVERS IGNORING STOP SIGNS AND THE SURETY OF VEHICULAR DEATH STATISTICS! DO YOU WANT TO DIE LIKE SOME FUCKING GONK THROWN OUT A CAR WINDOW OR DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT FAMOUS?! PUT ON YOUR FUCKING SEATBELT!"
"Whao! Okay, okay. Chill Choom. I'll put it on."
"Good. Now we can go."
...Twenty minutes later, having traveled 6 city blocks Cyberwire put her head in her hands and groaned.