The liver shot was pretty good, Mickey got into plenty of fights back in Boston, and he knew a solid punch when he felt one. It felt like his spine turned to jelly and he hit the floor, cursing at the large all-american.

[i]You stupid roid monkey punk! You cant swing on me! I'm staff!! You got enemies who are planting coke in your car? that's between you and them, they don't pay me enough to deal with this shit as it is, what have I got to gain by fucking with you? You realise you are a lot more valuable to the top brass dead on the road in front of camera then in prison right?[/i]

Mickey's rant was cut short by the stomp of security boots towards the trio, they were all heavily armed, and wasted no time in apprehending the group. One guard cracked Cinderblock over the head, knocking him out instantly. While wrestling the other two in cuffs. The head security guard pointed his gun at Rock's head waiting for him to resist.


Mickey got back to his feet and held his hand up. Signalling the guards to halt. 
[i]Don't worry everything's fine. Just a political debate that got heated. I aint pressing charges either. Let them go.[/i]
The guards undid the hand-cuffs and returned to their posts, while Mickey dusted himself off.

[i]Dumb shit, freelancers work in the prelims, they wouldn't risk any precious government mechanics to be seen in a place like this, let alone have to regulate the vehicles of a bunch of psychotic criminals. But They'd happily let a poor Mick from Boston take a beating instead. Nice punch, but you start shit like that again and they'll shoot you. Now clean that shit out of your car. [b]Whoever[/b] planted it there can be gotten even with after the race. But we are starting in 20 mins so hurry.[/i]


Mick gripped his abdomen in slight pain and walked back to the vending machine to get a chocolate bar.


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Down in the Garage the announcment was made that the races would be starting soon. So everyone should make last min preparations for the first course. The various drivers began popping their hoods open and doing last minute tune ups hoping to get the best from their vehicles,  and calling friends on their families on their phones for wishes of good luck to calm their nerves. 

The man with the clown mask [b]Hank St Charles.[/b] looked up where the intercom was and started to glance around the garage. He noticed [b]Tavish's[/b] very sleek car and walked up to it. Wanting to get a better look. He then suddenly turned to Tavish and looked him up and down. [i][b]Mister....you're gonna have a bad time today.[/b][/i] Hank then drifted back to his own scary looking truck and got inside.