The Oldest and Strangest

Parker tapped the dark-tinted glass. "Alright, this one's sketchy as fuck."

Tessa grinned like that was a compliment. "I know, right?"

Atalanta squinted. "So, where did it come from?"

Tessa leaned against it, voice dropping into conspiracy-theory mode.

"Auction house in Germany, 1982. No official seller, no official buyer. Just showed up one day in an unmarked crate. The few mechanics who got to inspect it said the tech inside was decades ahead of anything they'd ever seen."

Parker raised an eyebrow. "And it doesn't run on gas?"

Tessa tapped the side panel. "Nope. No tank. No combustion engine. Just something else."

Atalanta blinked. "…Define something else."

Tessa shrugged. "That's the fun part—we don't fucking know."

Parker let out a slow exhale. "So you own a potential alien car."

Tessa winked. "Or a lost government prototype. Either way? Sick as hell."