This alarm had come from Sprite’s own faerie. It has opened a view hole into the armorcoptor’s system. The machine was trying to lock its weapons on T’s Cherry Turbo. Sprite didn’t know when they would fire, but if they were locking sites, the question wasn’t if.

Turtle slowed slightly, rounding another corner, tires barely keeping contact with the road. Then he accelerated, flying down the road. The armorcoptor slowed slightly for the turn too, but Sprite saw her faerie make a significant gain in ground, the small machine not even slowing for the corner.

This would be the way.