Training Day

"Let's see if this new car have any soul! Or at least some real power!" - Prophet punches the gas and spins the wheel to pop over the median and into the opposing lane... Flying over it he makes a salute gesture toward police officers with one of his hands.

"Drone inbound! Let's look for some over passes or parking garages!"

"Shit, just what we need. Parking garage is good. We just need this car to get us somewhere safer." Numa pulls out his deck to do a search of any nearby garages they could use.

"Nearest parking garage is two blocks north. The Hotel Calypso."

Neon goes as fast as he can to the first level of underground hotel's garage, drifting in the curvy passages between the floors. Then go at full speed towards the other side of this parking lot... making sure that everyone think they will surly crash at concrete wall that is getting close so damn fast. Breaks in the last moment possible, making the car spin full 180 degrees and finally parks the car perfectly between two other cars parked already at their places, sliding in reverse, stopping in a way that there is exactly 1 cm between wall and rear bumper of the car.
"Not bad. Young one." - he pets the car's steering wheel.

"Now. Next one. We change the car, for another - to loose the drone. And go for another parking lot, if that won't work. Rinse and repeat. Until we loose the tail... or Numa makes it our pet."

He gets out of the car and indeed looks for another car.

Nice.

Sergei grunts in approval and starts looking for the next vehicle.

that was so fkn hot, like totally preem, choomba!

Brett looks at Neon, then starts to get out. He stops, looks back at Neon and nods in approval before getting out of the car and looking for any "unconventional" exits he can see

Numa is disconcerted with this thing's capabilities. What tech were they dealing with?

"So, uh, this thing wants to be let out of its case. Do we trust it?"

That thing is part of our bounty for this fucked up job. It stays in the box and we get paid.