<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Miyo Kobayashi</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>-9:47 pm - May 9th,2006<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro , Blaire<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Miyo didn't have time to say much, she had stuttered a bit during her attempted rebuttal- before Pietro had cut her off. "ah- Alright, Well, if its-that's the kind of driver we're up against than maybe we'll let you-" She wished that the two of them had more time to settle their business, and her face showed it in a tense glare that consumed her as Pietro snapped at the blonde headed driver in little Jennifer's stead. She had sounded collected. although she hadn't finished her thought, and a gleam in her eye was missing. Her history with Adrian was well hidden behind a concrete wall of ambition and anger.<br/><br/>Although, the anger may have seemed like a give-away, she was only upset at the idea of any driver on the course with this woman. This attitude was screwy, and side-ways,<em>'downright, scary.'</em>Miyo let Pietro pull her aside, and under his wing. She waited for him to finish, and she took two small steps back, sliding her ear piece on, keeping her eyes on Blaire as she backed away. She was lit from the back, but the large man's shadow had veiled her face. Her feet licked the asphalt,  and she did a fast about-face as soon as her leader took the center of the stage.<br/><br/>She was gentle and quick, gone like the breeze, out of the lights and into the crowd. She was steaming. The dead-start was only moments away. Her radio was shouting into her ear about times and updates, locations and driver's conditions. She could hardly keep up- Her mind had been blended by Blaire.<em>'Is the confidence- and the dangerous attitude only a ploy to knock me off of my game? What in the fuck is going on? She's either trying to put me on tilt; or, she's a reckless driver because it's fun. It's too dangerous. Adrian's car can't handle a crash.'</em><br/><br/>Miyo and Pietro had spoken at around 9:20. She cursed to herself, out loud. This was bad. A few people turned their head as she came to a stop. She had worked on convincing her boss to let Adrian race the dead-start.<em>'I feel guilty, now- Folly. I have to say something. It would be wrong to keep it inside...'</em><br/><br/>Miyo turned around. She glanced through the statue-esque frames of professional drivers and fan-girls. She stared at Pietro and Blaire, wondering what in the hell she could be saying to him.<em>'She's a snake, that one. I'm watching you, bitch. I'm onto your game.'</em>