X Force Smoking The Competition [UPDATED]

And for the first time, no one argued with the headline.

Kaelen “Vapor” Thorne ran a gloved hand over his pod, Specter . Unlike the clunky, engine-roaring beasts of old racing, these machines were silent. Their power was raw, synaptic. The driver didn't steer; they became the machine. x force smoking the competition

Hammer shot ahead, his pod leaving a trail of searing orange plasma. The crowd roared. But Kaelen held back, drifting into the slipstream of the middle pack. He wasn't racing them. He was reading the air. And for the first time, no one argued with the headline

Kaelen smiled, a thin, sharp thing. “Let him bring his bonfire. I’ll show him the difference between heat and smoke.” And for the first time