The jet zoomed past, leaving Jack to nurse his wounded pride and a slightly battered crop duster. Jack couldn't help but chuckle, impressed despite himself.
"The rematch is on."
"You win this time, Alex," Jack said, shaking his head. face crop jet crack
As he revved the engine, a sleek jet appeared on the horizon, piloted by his longtime rival, the cocky and reckless, Alex. The jet zoomed past, leaving Jack to nurse