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[center][sub][color=9C9B9B][b][color=E51F1C]Location |[/color][/b] Roadside - Near the RV in the Ditch
[b][color=E51F1C]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Aleks [@Plank Sinatra] & AJ [@TootsiePop][/color][/sub][/center]
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[color=9C9B9B]The loud roar of a Ducati Panigale V4R pierced the air as its rider raced through the open road of the sunburned sands of the Nevada desert like a whirl of black. Not too far away, one could also hear the recognisable bellows of the roadsters along with other luxury sports vehicle driven by the Gearheads. There was something great about racing on long mostly empty roads, where one could stretch their ride to the absolute limits if they so wanted to. As crazy she was about racing, Monica still possessed the value of self-control and thus did not go beyond what was otherwise considered as suicidal if an accident were to happen. Speaking of accidents, as her bike continued to roar its way on through the road, she could already see some form of obstruction or commotion on the road ahead.

As she got closer, Monica recognised the sight of several familiar vehicles, such as the bright yellow roadster that she knew AJ owned, and the gold Lotus that Aleks drove. The drivers were out of their cars seemingly having a confrontation with someone, and she reduce her speed as she slowly let her grip off the throttle, the deafening roar dying down with the pressure lifted from its powerful engine. Without the roar, she could now hear clearly the commotion going on, and it only then that she noticed the large RV that had gone off the road. Monica could already guessed what'd happened, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. But still, [color=E51F1C][i]ah fuck. This can't be good.[/i][/color]

She parked her bike behind Alek's Lotus and got off to check out the commotion. Not bothering to take off her helmet just to do that, she simply raised her visor and walked towards the group. Monica didn't feel the need to say anything just yet. She simply watched and listened. The crowd of voices in the mix were already quite the mess that she wasn't about to make it any worse than it needed to be. One-two minutes went by, and the situation was in no way any better than she first arrived, and she placed a gloved hand on Alex's shoulder. 

[color=E51F1C]"Trouble? [i]Already?[/i]"[/color] Glancing over to take a better look at the sad excuse of an RV, she gave out a soft whistle. 

[color=E51F1C]"Tell me that isn't [i]your[/i] handiwork, AJ?"[/color] She gestured again to the big smoking hunk of metal that was the RV. If it continued to smoked anymore, they could start sending smoke signals. She didn't know what for, [i]it was just a passing thought.[/i][/color]