The Underground Bazaar was New Amsterdam's black market, or free market, depending on your particular ideology. A travelling conglomeration of unmarked trucks, dirty tents, boxes full of mysterious parts and designer goods of dubious origin and even more dubious legality, the bazaar was the best place to go if you wanted something that wasn't easy to find, and could afford to pay for it.<br/><br/>Frankie had slipped out of the bar the rest of the team was celebrating in. She just wasn't feeling the excitement. The euphoria of the race and the fight with the bandits had fled, and she could feel her demons nipping at the corner of her mind. So instead of making merry with the team and whatever random strangers happened to wander in, she nabbed a bottle of strong liquor, and set out on her own, hoping to drive back whatever was coming, or at least pickle it.<br/><br/>She was in the back of a stall in the bazaar, rooting through a cardboard carton full of small parts, her hands stained with grease and filth and who knew what else, when it really started. She was fighting the bandits again, but this time her gun didn't work right, and she couldn't move properly. She found herself squeezing the trigger, desperately trying to fire something, anything, at the wave of cars that suddenly seemed to surround her and the Titan. She felt herself trying to scream, but her throat was raw, and she couldn't breathe.<br/><br/>She came to, curled up on the ground, clutching a spark plug so hard in her fist that she'd cut herself open, a small trickle of blood mixing with the grease and dirt. The man minding the stall watched her with a sort of detached interest, not seeming to care that she'd just had a psychotic breakdown surrounded by auto parts.<br/><br/>Her mouth dry, she stood up, shaking, and gathered the parts she'd already found. Tossing down a handful of wadded-up company scrip (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_Tire_money) by means of payment, she hurried back to the Titan, ready to bind her hand up and try to get some sleep. She'd be better in the morning, she hoped.