<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/nYTJZBp.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>What would normally have been a completely dead and silent corner of the industrial district on a Saturday night was packed with over one hundred cars and buzzing with activity. Amateurs and enthusiasts from all over the city had gathered to participate in and watch the races, news about the event having spread like wildfire through the underground racing scene over the past couple of weeks. While not a huge, premier event with a huge prize pool that would attract the city's more renown racers with their exotics and built-to-the-teeth modified machines, it was still noticeably bigger and more organized than the average weekend race that the crew attended in their neighborhood.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Jason and Star were pretty well acquainted with the people running the event, so they'd managed to snag half of the available spots in the main event for themselves and their friends. It was a pretty big deal, since this would likely be a bigger and more serious race than any of them had participated in before. The buy-in for racers was one hundred dollars, and five per spectator, with the winner pocketing two grand. Everybody else would go home empty-handed.<br/><br/>The money would be nice for whoever would end up taking it home, obviously, but the street cred gained would be worth even more. A win or at the very least a spectacular showing here could get somebody noticed and help to propel them into even bigger events, although of course there was always the risk of moving up too quickly, too soon and falling flat on your face. Or wrapping your car around a light pole.<br/><br/>When the crew arrived together in a convoy of eight cars, tires could already be heard screaming as one of the numerous preliminary races got underway. These were basically just open challenges that could be agreed upon between anyone who wanted to test themselves and put some money on the line, only a single lap as opposed to the three that the main race would comprise of. A tall, pretty brunette in high heels, a short skirt and holding a small checkered flag could be seen walking away from the starting line, faint puffs of smoke left by the departed cars surrounding her like an aura.<br/><br/>Heat 1 was supposed to start in around fifteen minutes, so Marcellus would be up next after this final preliminary race was concluded.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Track and Heat Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/cfvgy3L.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 1</strong></span><br/>Marcellus<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 2</strong></span><br/>Clint<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 3</strong></span><br/>Star<br/>Blake<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Heat 4</strong></span><br/>Adriano<br/>Juliana<br/>Jason<br/>Demi</div></div></div>