AND SO A HALF HOUR(or so) PAST<br/><br/>And they were at the next checkpoint! Some city in Missouri, in fact.  Out of the 200 racers, our heroes came in the fifties. And with the dropping of the racers in the last twenty places, the race dwindled to 180 racers.<br/><br/>"Aaaah, victory!" Michael smiled, slamming his fist into his open palm as he got out of his machine. At each checkpoint, the mecha were to be left a hanger for an hour to be refueled and repaired as much as they could be. Of course, the group's team needed minimal repairing, considering they were just in a single scrap.  "Heeey, I'm gonna go get something to eat." Michael said, running off. I'm STARVING."