Nevada recorrected enough to keep from losing control and to stay on the 'road', which was nothing more than a dirt track in the simulated countryside town. He gripped the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat as far as he could. Most of the others called this the "Drive Zone", when Nevada would block out everything except his vehicle, the objective, and whatever was between him and the target. "You're on." Virginia shot ahead and Nevada pushed the vehicle to the same speed. He was slowly managing to catch up and, once close enough, switched his SMG to semi-auto and began shooting at Virginia's tires. Nevada grinned, thinking he had won this round. He also wondered when the Councilor would show up, he had called them all to the training room almost fifteen minutes ago, and it wasn't like the Councilor to keep them waiting.