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The race had begun, and Donny was [i]off.[/i] While he had originally been driven by just money, something different was flaring in him now: A competitive nature bubbling up due to that annoying woman, Jules. Sure, he had thrown horse shit at her; But that was just the beginning. Now he would leave her in the dust on the first stage, and beyond. There was plenty of competition, but that wasn't going to bother him: He'd push through, and stomp out who he had to. They had to be wary here, but once they were out in the dusts, away from public eye?

Anything could 'accidentally' happen to a few racers, right? And their supplies could mysteriously disappear afterwards. And Donny himself could oh-so conveniently end up with more supplies. It was a good deal all around, at least, he thought so.

As O'Riley raced forward, Donny took a moment to look back. Through the dozens of racers in his view, he saw all the prints from the horses along the ground. Though he had really checked back to make sure nobody was looming behind him; Not trusting that he wouldn't find a knife in his back sooner rather than later. Upon thinking now, maybe he should have thought more about a route to take. He hadn't really planned this much; He'd just keep racing until he reached his destination or found a reason to stop.

All he knew was he had to come in first. And first was what he'd do; Score the points, win the race, take the prize home.

Simple stuff.