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An endless hustle and bustle, a sea of yelling and screams—the noise of the track side spectators opened up into an enormous racket as their favourite racers came zipping past the grandstand. Blurs of blue, flashes of red, and explosions of green were all splashed across the anti-gravity ships in an attempt to announce which team was operating which lightning fast vehicle. To the naked eye it would be nearly impossible to tell who was in the lead, but thanks to the advancements in video recording and lapping technology that was a task that your regular viewer didn't have to concern themselves with.

[color=828992]"—and our back markers have just crossed over into their final lap with a whopping fourteen second gap between them and our lead pack. Kian, what can you tell us about this?"[/color]

[color=828992]"Well, Bobby Nieves, all I can say is that is a massive gap; especially this late into the race. It is going to take them a miracle to—not only make up that time difference—but face the challenge of DragoonX in the lead. He is not going to give up his position so easily and I'm willing to bet that he's got a few tricks left up his sleeve for those that even want to challenge him for that first place."[/color]

The cheers and cries drowned out people's conversations and forced the topics at hand to be placed on hold; Quinn was one of those individuals. She was caught mid sentence talking to one of her sponsors about the possibility of getting some new parts for her racer. It was a heated conversation and the sudden interruption of roaring engines was a godsend considering the two were getting frustrated with each other. As the droning sounds faded away the voices of the people began to re-emerge.

[color=828992]"As I was saying before, Miss Tollemache, all I can do is ask my superior if they are willing to release some additional funds for the tune-up parts that you want. You have to understand that what you are asking goes beyond our budgetary constraints and we cannot simply hand out that much without a guarantee of return investment."[/color]

[color=cc33cc]"You know that I'll win; you've seen me out on the track! C'mon, it's only a couple of extra K and..."[/color] her words were cut short as the investing representative raised his finger to her face.

[color=828992]"Must I remind you of how much we have already given you? I [i]will[/i] be in contact with my superior; and in the meantime, ensure that you finish in a decent position for your next race."[/color] The man turned away from the female racer and began to retreat back into the hoard of people, [color=828992]"I will be seeing you again soon,"[/color] he called out, disappearing from her sights completely.

Quinn was hoping that the meeting would go a lot more smoothly than what she had hoped. The idea of her sponsoring company holding back on her was a possibility she knew could happen, but it wasn't a result that she would have expected. The woman decided that it would be best to go back to the pits and inform her team, and father, of the outcome.