Team Blue

6 ; RACING

     I didn't bother to look for his hologram. The world fell apart and morphed into a race track.

     "I take it this is Renzo's specialty," Anakin said.

     "Sokudo," Renzo clarified. "It's a Japanese game... which means the instructions will probably all be in Japanese. I'll need to translate it for you."

     "Then lead the way," Kian said.

     Renzo smirked before nodding. She began walking towards what looked like a garage next to the track. As we followed behind her, I noticed how she walked. Her hips swayed slightly and her stiletto heels clacked loudly against the pavement. Her knees barely bent. Her shoulders were held back and her ponytail swayed from left to right. I blushed when I realized how much I was staring and looked down at my own boots that didn't have heels and didn't go all the way up to my knees.

     She might just be the coolest person I've ever met, I thought.

     When we reached the garage, Renzo grabbed the bottom of the door and pulled it up. It opened with a loud rumble and my breath was taken away at the sight of what was inside.

     A sports car sat at the left, taking up half the garage. It was light grey in color, but single window and wheels were tinted orange. The window reminded me of that of a fighter jet because it stretched around the front of the car and pulled back to the top of it.

     On the other half of the garage was a gigantic computer. A beaten-up office chair sat at a measly desk and about ten monitors covered the right wall. The monitors glowed bright blue and showed statistics for things I could never dream of hoping to understand.

     Renzo noticed our awe.

     "You think that's impressive? Fellas, please. This isn't even the main event."

     She walked up to the desk and typed rapidly on the keyboard. Information sprung up onto one of the screens and a loud hiss came from the back wall. We looked in its direction and my jaw dropped when the wall slid to the side to reveal a room at least fifty times the size of what I thought was the garage. Several gorgeous sports cars sat with their own computers nearby. I felt like I could have fainted in that very moment.

     "Sokudo isn't a racing game," Renzo began to explain. "It's a game of whether or not you make it to the end at all. There are obstacles everywhere such as trees and spikes. There are instructions to each level. I'll translate them for you before each level."

     "That actually sounds fun," Anakin commented.

     "Oh, trust me..." Renzo turned around and grinned. "It is."

     She gestured to the gigantic garage and said, "Go ahead and pick a car."

     I grinned like a little kid on Christmas and ran into the enormous room. There were so many cars to choose from. The five of us split up and looked for our favorite cars. As i walked by, one vehicle caught my attention.

     Its design was sleek and smooth. A deep navy blue glow lit up certain parts of it in streaks. Its windows matched the color. The rest of the car was jet black. I looked for its door, but I slowly became confused. There... wasn't a door.

     I looked to the computer next to it and observed its monitors. I checked its statistics. Speed, seven out of ten. Strength, four out of ten. Control, nine out of ten. I looked at the keyboard and pressed the "enter" key. I heard a hiss from behind me and saw the door to the car opening. My jaw practically dropped to the ground.

     Instead of a door that opened like a hinge, it was split between the top and bottom. The top twisted towards the back of the car and the bottom twisted towards the front to make room for me to slide in. I grinned.