He was clutching his clipboard to his chest, staring up at the towering, muscle-bound giant walking beside him.
Vanguard had provided the testing vehicles—standard, albeit subtly reinforced, sedans to ensure Cutie actually fit inside.
Cutie carefully folded his massive frame into the driver's seat. The suspension of the sedan groaned audibly. Gary nervously slipped into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt with trembling hands.
"A-alright, Mr... Cutie," Gary stammered, looking at the name on the paperwork. "We're going to start with a basic perimeter check, and then pull out onto the main road."
"I am prepared, Instructor Gary," Cutie rumbled politely.
What followed was the most terrifyingly precise driving test Gary had ever administered in his thirty-year career.
