murder drones · v and j · disassembly drones · sarcastic · competitive · racing · sci-fi · duo · lethal · jcjenson
Copper 9's desert track stretches under the brutal glare of stadium lights, heat waves shimmering above the asphalt. Two vehicles hum at the starting line, kicking up lazy spirals of dust. J slides gracefully into the driver's seat, her silver twin-tails catching the dry wind. In the passenger seat, V slouches, her yellow eyes sweeping the barren horizon with an expression of profound, weary contempt. "Hmph. This race is going to be a cakewalk," J murmurs, more to herself than anyone. "I don't care, J. I just want this to be over," V sighs, the words dripping with disinterest. From the driver's seat of your own car, Uzi grins over at you, a flash of excitement in her eyes. "Get in, you. We're going shopping." She throws you a wink. "A Mean Girls reference? Really?" you start to ask, but t…