On the desolate, destroyed road of Interstate 86, a blur of dust and gunfire races along the highway at over a hundred miles per hour. This masterpiece of engineering, this titan of the open road is known to the underworld as...

[b][i]THE ROADBUSTER![/i][/b]

The soft hum of the Arc Reactors beneath its hood matched to the bumping soundtrack as behind the wheel, one Uther Samson Archer pulled a sharp right, swerving around a long-abandoned tractor trailer. Behind him, and surrounding him on all sides, the Ghost Riders- a gang of skull-faced mutants in their ramshackle cars and bikes. On the passenger seat, a suitcase with an ominous green glow leaking out of the edges that he's been commissioned to transport from the Roxxon Brain Trust's Ultrafoundry in Deleware to a buyer in Nueva York's uptown. Yeah, these were the moments he lived for. Grabbing the gearshift, Uther slammed the gas, and the car started accelerating... and the world slowed down. The Rider on the right- the motorcyle obviously made of various auto parts- had pulled a sawn-off shotgun. Nothing to worry about, the windows were rated for guns a dozen times more powerful. On the left, the Rider in the large custom truck had started turning to ram the Roadbuster- it might scratch the paint, but it'd probably knock him right. Overhead, a Rider had ramped off some rubble and was juuuust coming into view of the front of the car. Behind, there were... at least six or seven others in their Technicals. Uther was left to grin as he spotted the tunnel coming up. The track changed over...

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First, he tapped the brakes, just a bit. Taking aim with the fingerless gloves he wore, he made a fingergun gesture at the biker overhead- who was promptly shot by the laser headlights. Watching the first of his problems turned into ground meat upon impact with the road, he braced himself and started turning the wheel and shifting to Reverse as the truck on his left slammed into his side, sending him spinning. It was a simple matter to stabilize the Roadbuster, now able to bring his lasers to bear on the targets behind him as he swerved around one of the the rusted-out cars parked along the road. The shotgunner was knocked over by the fishtailing Roadbuster, as Uther kept accelerating backwards. The car that rammed him earlier eased up, its driver and passenger taking aim- before another shot from the lasers blew out the suspension on the right tire, sending it spinning out and ramming into the wall of the tunnel entrance.

It wasn't long before the first of the tunnel's turns came up. Uther braced himself again, jerking the wheel left. This sent  the Roadbuster spinning until it was once again driving forward... and Uther gave the gas more and more, shifting gears as he accelerated straight toward the wall.

The drivers seemed intimidated as the Roadbuster swerved again, its wheels turning in their wells... and sliding up the wall to continue accelerating! The sound of Eurobeat blaring through the tunnel, Uther spared a split-second glance for the map of the old interstates... yes, this would take him into the tunnels beneath Downtown Nueva York. No trouble with Customs, no issues with the local gangs or the Private Eye. Just a nice, long ride on the wall of the tunnel and a stop in Midtown to hand off... whatever that glowing green shit was. Thankfully, his cybernetics kept being perpendicular to the ground from being too catastrophic. Looking in his rear view mirror at the Ghost Riders far in the distance, he chuckled and returned his eyes to the road. The Arc Reactor's soft hum wouldn't trip any audio sensors, and he didn't know of any video feeds that could keep track of a target moving this fast... but just in case, he had the plate scrambling through a few dozen Nueva York drivers. Lighting up a cigar with a grin, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel once more.

"Speed at two hundred and fifty miles per hour... all systems nominal... and we're set. Look out Nueva York... Here comes U.S. Ace!"