As Kimberly made her entrance into the garage, sparks flying out from underneath the car as the underside made contact with the asphalt of the parking garage. In here, all she could hear were the roaring of engines. She could hear her Coyote, the rotary right on the tail, and the unmistakable sound of a Mitsubishi 4G63 nearby. Apparently, someone had a similar idea. Placing her hand on her gear lever, she prepared to shift down to push more power if it came down to the inevitable. She didn't want it to come, but she was ready to make a decision should it come. 

Eyeing the Mitsubishi, it showed no signs of letting off. Getting a closer look at it, it was tricked out to the teeth. Full aerodynamic bodykit. Not time attack level, but still a significant amount for a street car. Looking at the ramp to the floor above, she saw the Mitsubishi get closer and closer out the corner of her eye. It still showed no signs of backing down, and before the both of them knew it,it had become a game of chicken. It wasn't head to head, though. Instead of a head-on crash, someone was going to be t-boned. The Mustang got closer to the ramp, and the Mitsubishi was daring to shoot the gap. Kimberly was doing calculations in the head, figuring out how much throttle she would need to commit to closing the gap, and how hard she should slam on the brakes to give up the gap. She continued to glance at the Evo IX to her side, still doing calculations in her head. 

It was decided. Kimberly Emily Rossi was going to close the gap, and she hoped to god Seb was on for the ride. Her right hand tensed on the gear lever as she prepared to drop down a gear. Hearing the Evo's engine get louder and louder, she was waiting for the right time to shift down and floor it up the ramp. She held on, watching the ramp get closer and closer, and crossing into the point of no return. The Mitsubishi had committed to shooting the gap. If Kimberly's calculations were right, this would allow her to be able to go up the ramp while creating enough space and time behind her for her to fit in right behind her. Ross, unfortunately, would be dropped down a spot should this work. 

Pressing the clutch in and blipping the throttle, Kimberly pulled the gear lever toward her, dropping a gear as she let go of the clutch and floored it. The sudden surge of power and torque caused the tires to squeal as the car shot forward and went up the ramp. The Mitsubishi fit into the gap behind her. If the arrangement of the garage was traditional, then the ramp should be right behind this one, which would prompt a very wide drift just to get the car around quick enough. As the Mustang emerged onto the second floor, she whipped the wheel to one side, before countersteering quickly to get the car's rear loose. Feeling it slide, Kimberly held a constant angle as the Mustang went wider and wider, seeing the ramp going up once again as she continued to slide to the next ramp. The Evo couldn't slide so it just had to take a wider line. She didn't know what Ross was doing, nor did she care. 

Either way, the prize money would be split between them anyway. A significant portion would be put away for their familial purposes, whether it be for their kid's college fund, future endeavors, or even preparing for more children in the future. But what was at stake here was bragging rights. If Kimberly won, then she would be able to make fun of her husband, and vice versa. Both of them were driving new cars, and they were looking to see which of their projects were better. Simple as that.

Finishing her drift and shooting up the next ramp, Kimberly anticipated two more floors of this before the finish line was in sight. More and more drifting, and more and more rubber being burnt. Kimberly repeated the drifting line two more times. She couldn't care less about how Seb was feeling, either. If he was nauseous- tough luck for him, it was the price you had to pay for a victory. Soon enough, Kimberly was on the top floor, seeing two ominous looking Audi RS7s parked around a line for one car. From the look of things, it was a mad dash between whoever was behind her and her own car. She floored it and shot toward  the finish line, hoping she would take the victory home.