[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre]Old Harbour . Sunday early Morning, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time. [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marilania watched the lights from the truck and saw them slowly blink down and begin ready for thr final light, The time ticked down and things became quieter. Everything was waiting baited on the final light to go out and sudden surge of thousands of horsepower to erupt from the start lines. From the Pit late she could see them close up, almost feel the throb of the many engines. They where maybe a few metres from the wall, even those in VIP seats would not ever get closer to the action than this. Thinking to herself, she was beginning to see why Joel loved to do what he did, somewhat Suprised and shaking her head at thought of understanding Joel was a totally alien idea. Though a little thought came, it was kinda like flying, for a short time, you had complete freedom, total control of thousands of horsepower and defying gravity. Soon the main pack had roared past the bend and out of view, the TV screen showed a blue of brightly coloured cars, weaving, evading and speeding mere feet from solid concrete. Not quite understanding the stratagy, she sipped her coffee quietly watching the line and screens showing the entire race. Weaving, diving close to thr barriers to pass, she saw the car Joel was driving was right on the tail of the rival Nissan. She could see there teams trailor was firther down the paddock and inside the crews looked as stressed as Tommy and Lou up top. Everyone knew the stakes and they where right now high as it got. Thoughts distracted away from the TV screen as Tommy called over. Tense was not the word, it was like the entire world had paused and was looking in on this one event. This one race, in a bright city in America. Sipping on her rather sweet coffee, a rather long list of ticks and so, her call sign on the side of the cup, [i][b]Valkyrie[/b][/i], long blonde hair, flying, it had stuck and was at least complementary. Shouting slightly over the noise of thr face cars. [i][color=f6989d]Tense is a word to describe it! I can see why you do it though! You'll have to work to convince me flying is more fun... Il have to take you guys up one day. You need a helicopter style system. Or did Joel spend it all on loud music and speakers? [/color][/i] Laughing slightly and feeling the rumble of engine noise and vibrations as a car raced past the pit lanes at full pelt, engines roaring and propelling there drives at speeds that would only get faster as the race went on. [hr] Victoria sat in the main stands and watched the line of cars wait on the lings, projected on thr big screen TV screens. Every one counting down slowly to thr momment the engines roared below and the race began properly. A few people cheered from the stands loudly and called out there favorite teams as everyone waited tensely as the final light flicked off. Down below the cars took off and everything shook from cheers and cars powerful engines. In mere seconds they had hammered down the straight and raced past into the forst bends tracked all the way by rapids excited commentry and live feed cameras from multiple helicopters, camera crews and crane mounted cameras. As the noise began to clear and a she turned to Ivan seeing the 6'6 Russian laughing with Milo and the guys downing a few beers and seeming to make most of the afternoon. [i][color=6ecff6]Пойдите легко, наименее пусть они думают, что они могут победить! (Go easy, least let them think they can win!) [/color][/i] For a family that was close, they rarely ever had chance to gather together, between work, travel and more. Everyone made most of these rare moments. Not noticing the tall firefighter at first and taking a second to swap languages, going from harsher Russian accent to a softer well pronounced English. [i][color=6ecff6]О, привет, что свободные места, кто-то ушел рано. (Oh hello, that seats free, someone left early. ) Sorry,... Duel language problems! That's seats free, you can have it. They had to leave early [/color][/i] Giving the woman a smile, in a fire service jacket and short messy blonde hair stop a heavily scarred face. Victoria was unsure why my she had not asked and used a gestural languages, the board, there probbly was a long and not so nice reason behind it. Realising she might be asking after her health, she was a first responder and Victoria hardly looked healthy. Giving her a embarrassed smile and a slightly sad tone to end, with a slight gesture to walking stick leaning next to her seat. [i][color=6ecff6]please Don't call a ambulance, I'm not in danger or anything like that. I just... Me... [/color][/i] The extremely tall woman seemed to have a kind face, and seem genuinely just wanting to enjoy a afternoon of high speed thrills, as the cards boomed round for another lap of the tight circuit. A flash of red white and blue chasing black hammered down the straights headed for the tight city curves. That had to be Joel, maybe she would get to meet him at the party afterwards and finaly see who her sisters mystery attaction was. [hr] From his view point the mayor watched the race unfold below and cars stormed down the main straight, the cities home driver was doing well to which always bode well for things. The race had been ferumtuosly timed and all its coverage was going to blot out much of the news about this Bob. This was the image he wanted for Sol City, a thriving and lively city, not one known for its criminals and dramatic arrest. With the Internet, any story could soon be seen in dozens of nations. It was better those shoe you in a good light. Though Bob's capture had been welcome. There still was many other issues in Sol City, and he doubted this would be the last time a US Marshall or other federal agent took down another serious criminal. [hr] [@Pilatus][@Silver Fox][@Mattchstick][@Ashevelendar] [hr]