They clung to the Lincoln’s tail, hands all but fused to the bumper and fender. Jovian kept his electric eye on them in the rearview. The young gray fighter had gotten cleared to drive his Lincoln around Haven. Fortunately for the wolves of Haven, he wasn’t trying to smite pedestrians. Rather, he was just going for his usual joyride around town. He’d gone a couple of nights without incident, but tonight was going to break the run.
Clung to his trunk and bumper where a gaggle of hoverboarders, three-inches off the ground and flowing with his every turn. Two whites and black, decked out in black leather lined with eye-popping neon-green. They had a hunger in their eyes for the kind of thrill Jovian was supplying them.
Even when he slapped the throttle down and took his prized Colosseum ride up to speed, there they clung, hitting 80 right on his 6, and all still on balance. It was easier than skateboarding, and safer with a ground car, but the electric rush Even without the friction of the pavement, it was still a wire act to keep yourself from flipping off and splitting your head on the pavement.
For now, the only thing split was Jovian’s snout, the cyborg cracking a devious grin as he dug his sandaled paw in, thick black hair billowing in the wind. The ears of the trio of boarder were all flat-back with the wind.
The needle quivered to 95 before the town car swung a hard turn. The boarders held tight to their piece of the Lincoln as it smoothed out and roared on. By this point, Jovian was sure nothing could shake them.
That was until they hit traffic.
“Ayo, BREAK OFF!” Jovian hollered.
The slim white wolf and the black slip let go of the fenders and veered off into opposite alleyways. The remaining boarder leaned back on the board and bolted back down the road. Just in time for Jovian to slam the brakes. He pulled into the alley on his right, the black wolf off his board and leaning against the brick wall. His eyes narrowed as Jovian stepped out.
All six feet of the gladiator, from his flared jeans to his colorful button-up, sauntered up to leather-clad hound. The still night air whipped about the two, Jovian’s long hair dancing in the headlights. The decidedly shorter-and-thinner black wolf braced the back wall, but had nowhere to go. When Jovian reached him, he raised his fist, same as he did before every death-blow in the arena. And by the time it reached the skater, it was no longer a fist.
The two dabbed each other up, and Jovian cackled with glee. “Yo C. Rock, that shit was rad!”
“Couldn’t have done it without ya, Herc,” he teased. “Lemme page the pack and we can all load up. You lucked out on five miles of clear road.”
“Shame Comm/Ent.’s packed tonight.” Jovian sighed, “But I’ll take the five anytime. I know a stretch in the 300s we can hit up tomorrow.”
“Bet.” C. Rock grinned. “And it looks like our wild cards are back in the deck.”
The friends heard the steady whir of the two remaining boarders and they all piled into town car. With a stomp on the gas and wild chorus of howls between them, the posse vanished into the mist of Haven, ready to do it all again tomorrow night.