There was a crack in the windshield where the thug's body hit it, but other than that, the PTV seemed fine. It started, at least, and sped away into the rain without problem.
Leaving the three corpses behind.
Sunny was driving, Saint was sitting stiffly in the passenger seat, while Morgan stretched on the backseat.
She looked around and grimaced.
"This… is your PTV?"
Sunny glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
"Sure. It trembles and roars like a dying abomination, but gets the job done. Actually…"
He smiled smugly.
"It uses flammable fuel and propels itself with a series of tiny explosions. Wild! Did you know?"
Morgan gave him a long look.
"Are you... describing how an internal combustion engine works? Of course, I know. It is one of the most important milestones in the history of technological development. Who wouldn't know that?"
Sunny's smile dimmed.
"You are no fun. Not everyone has time to study the history of technological development, damn it."
