<span style="color: #FF0000">Fernando's gun was still concealed inside his coat, but at Matt's words, he quickly took it out and pointed it at Matt's head.<br/><br/>"You're a good liar, Matt. Always were. But you don't fool me."<br/><br/>As he pulled his gun out, Matt's gang members responded in accordance and pointed theirs at his. Fernando eyed the situation, then slowly put his back into his coat. He knew there was no point to this at the moment. He also knew that his anger was more than likely getting the better of him, anger born of having lost the race and of having been sabotaged as well.<br/><br/>The comment about his own crew made him feel uneasy. His crew was loyal. There couldn't possibly be a traitor in his ranks... at least he didn't think so. Stormclouds began brewing inside his mind.<br/><br/>"Alright. Fine. I'll try to find out what happened. But I'll be back if I find out this was all your fault. Enjoy your hollow victory," Fernando said.<br/><br/>He caught the eye of the flag girl as he began to walk away. Giving her one last look, he finally began to step towards his crew and said,<br/><br/>"Well, a promise is a promise. Keep the coin."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Rezekiel cursed underneath his breath. He had trained all those years to make as precise a shot as he could, and it had proved in vain. He had succeeded in destroying Fernando's car, sure, but the aim was to destroy his body along with it. Putting the sniper down and placing it back into his bag, he began to pack up. More practice was needed. Fernando's day was coming, and he would pay for what he had done to him. Not by death, no, but by rendering him a useless heap of flesh and bones. He wanted to <span style="font-style: italic">mutilate </span>him.</span>