<span style="font-weight: bold">INTERFERENCE</span><br/><br/>Cale took off shortly after the Dayman, spraying a trail of ink behind him as he went. Covering the streets and unfortunate citizens in the slick, black goop started to slowly fill his bar, but not nearly enough to keep up with the others. A pair of Blade Riders approached him on either side, and he drew his swords. They closed in on him, but with two quick slashes he cut them both down, adding a little bit more to his destruction meter.<br/><br/>Looking a ways ahead, Cale could see Leske gunning down enemies left and right.<span style="font-style: italic">That's not good,</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">how am I going to get back in this...</span>Suddenly, a blue box with a question mark in the center appeared in the road directly in front of him. He slid through it, and after a couple of seconds his swords began to emit a blue glow. Another Blade Rider suddenly appeared out of an alley, riding straight at Cale. The Squid Rider slashed at the enemy, and a crescent-shaped wave of energy burst forth from his blade. It sliced through the Blade Rider, and cut into the two buildings behind him before exploding, leveling both of them and sending debris flying in every direction.<br/><br/>Cale stared at his sword. "Huh. Yeah, I can work with this." He started slashing both weapons around in every direction, blowing up buildings, cars, and Blade Riders, as well as sending attacks at the other racers (unintentionally, of course). As the trail of destruction began to form in his wake, Cale's bar started steadily filling.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">INFILTRATION</span><br/><br/>Kayla leaned against the bar to wait for her part of the mission to begin. Shortly after the racers departed, the sounds of mass destruction filled the air. "Sounds like they're off to a good start," she noted to nobody in particular.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">VILLAINS</span><br/><br/>Sark sat patiently and waited for the Nightman to finish reading the rules. He hadn't bothered to read them himself, as he preferred to make his own rules. When the sounds of falling buildings, screaming citizens, motorcycles, and countless sirens reached the Whooters, he pulled his chariot up alongside the Nightman. "I believe it's time for us to go."