San Fransisco, California 15:34
It wasn't a hot day but everyone was sweating, this was quite normal for most people it was the day of the preliminary races. A sort of a induction league of races to determine who the final players would be in the famed Risk Rally GP. This was the week that most casual views tuned in, because this is where the most people would die, usually in vicious collisions or spectacular explosions, this is where the sponsoers would make their money, and this is why everyone (apart from a few psychos) was sweating.Mech-Mick was't sweating though, he had a job to do, a job that he had been doing for 4 years now. Doing a vehicle check and sending the racers off to their designated racing areas for the starting points. The racing lobby was quite a and attractive area, and after leaving the garage area where all the vehicles were being docked, Mick entered the lobby to grab a coffee and see the drivers.
Mick made his way to the coffee machine walking past a few waste-lander types who were probably from Arizona or New Mexico they wore dusty overalls and drank from their own canteens. They probably wanted to avoid government funded beverages. Which Mick found ironic as they were in a government funded race to the death. But he didn't dwell on it. He also noted the obvious criminal types who seemed to be huddled round a circle of black leather sofas. Smuggling operations were rampant in the prelims, as its one of the perfect covers to transport goods from different places, and contraband wont always be picked up in a routine vehicle check. The Yakuza and various Ex-Black Ops types were the main offenders of this and their impeccable black suits almost made them camouflage with sofas they choose to commandeer.
There was an assortment of random other individuals and freaks, along with your usual depressed businessmen, thrill seekers. C-list celebrities and racing purists. Just around 70 people in total in this lobby alone which made up a tiny percentage of the 75,000 preliminary racers in lobbys all across the west coast and mexico. Mick continued walking while sipping his coffee and scratched his beard as he approached one of the drivers.
Are you Rock Eagle? Because I've done a routine check on your vehicle and found cocaine all across the dashboard. Now, lord knows you arent the first driver to have drug traces in your car....hell, you arent the fist this afternoon, but you wont be able to continue if you get caught by an official. Luckily for you, I'm freelance. So clean it up before the races start, the garage is still open. Your car is parked right next to The Daedalus in lot A-3 I think Tavish Macintyre is down there waxing his windows. Tell him I said he has to return to the lobby to get his racing permit back off security.
Mick sipped his coffee and turned towards the large TV screen, hoping the race announcement would start soon so he could clock-off.
It wasn't a hot day but everyone was sweating, this was quite normal for most people it was the day of the preliminary races. A sort of a induction league of races to determine who the final players would be in the famed Risk Rally GP. This was the week that most casual views tuned in, because this is where the most people would die, usually in vicious collisions or spectacular explosions, this is where the sponsoers would make their money, and this is why everyone (apart from a few psychos) was sweating.Mech-Mick was't sweating though, he had a job to do, a job that he had been doing for 4 years now. Doing a vehicle check and sending the racers off to their designated racing areas for the starting points. The racing lobby was quite a and attractive area, and after leaving the garage area where all the vehicles were being docked, Mick entered the lobby to grab a coffee and see the drivers.
Mick made his way to the coffee machine walking past a few waste-lander types who were probably from Arizona or New Mexico they wore dusty overalls and drank from their own canteens. They probably wanted to avoid government funded beverages. Which Mick found ironic as they were in a government funded race to the death. But he didn't dwell on it. He also noted the obvious criminal types who seemed to be huddled round a circle of black leather sofas. Smuggling operations were rampant in the prelims, as its one of the perfect covers to transport goods from different places, and contraband wont always be picked up in a routine vehicle check. The Yakuza and various Ex-Black Ops types were the main offenders of this and their impeccable black suits almost made them camouflage with sofas they choose to commandeer.
There was an assortment of random other individuals and freaks, along with your usual depressed businessmen, thrill seekers. C-list celebrities and racing purists. Just around 70 people in total in this lobby alone which made up a tiny percentage of the 75,000 preliminary racers in lobbys all across the west coast and mexico. Mick continued walking while sipping his coffee and scratched his beard as he approached one of the drivers.
Are you Rock Eagle? Because I've done a routine check on your vehicle and found cocaine all across the dashboard. Now, lord knows you arent the first driver to have drug traces in your car....hell, you arent the fist this afternoon, but you wont be able to continue if you get caught by an official. Luckily for you, I'm freelance. So clean it up before the races start, the garage is still open. Your car is parked right next to The Daedalus in lot A-3 I think Tavish Macintyre is down there waxing his windows. Tell him I said he has to return to the lobby to get his racing permit back off security.
Mick sipped his coffee and turned towards the large TV screen, hoping the race announcement would start soon so he could clock-off.
