The desert's soulness night stood still, cascaded by the blanket of the cosmos above igniting light in the land of sand and lonely roads. In mission's, Flash was the driver, of course, after the symbiote's wanders on his legs he just couldn't ignore the itch to hit the break or clutch with all his might each time he drove and that fact didn't stutter when it came to his profession either. Agent venom, a saviour amongst many even in the side of war, starvation and poverty, an established symbol of liberty over the years. Who'd know that a highschool bully would end up being such a liberator for the helpless and vulnerable? Life's a drifting bitch. "Have I told you 'bout my favourite band back in the day?" A masculine smug yet also comfortably friendly voice broke the relaxing ambience of the car's engine. Oh boy this ride would be fun...