<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/246j8r6.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i50.tinypic.com/r8uslw.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> - Feat. Yerry Desmares &amp; "Morrison" &amp;  Kobayashi Miyo</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <em><span class="bbc_u">Also Including</span> Natalie Moschella, Aurora Lee, &amp; Terry Desmares</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>in order<br/>-The Stage<br/>-The Starting Line<br/>-San Francisco crew Pits<br/>-The Finish Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9:56 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blaire, Lisa, Jason /Uno, Adrian /Chris OPEN & ALL<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">9:56 PM</span></div><hr/><br/>The radios were audible in everyone's ears. Talks of drivers meeting at the starting line, and discussions of road conditions for take-off were crackling through the woods along the highway and the creek running along it's side. Even the rally of shouting fans and loud engines could be heard in the background of every transmission. Time seemed to be slowing down. The squeal of tires could be heard for miles. Aaron Shepard's 180sx came out of hiding on the 15th corner. It had been behind the guard-rail. Dirt flipped into the air and smoke followed as soon as his back tires hit asphalt. Shepard was roughly eight miles from the starting line. When his lights turned on he was just shifting into third gear. A cheer followed him. He was driving toward the finish line.<br/><br/>Morrison felt chills go down her back.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Terry Desmares had turned his back to The Eternals. He took his jacket and his shirt off, and handed it to Pierce, who handled it gracefully. A tight black piece of cotton was still clinging to his chest and his arms. Terry turned back and stepped forward, as well as Joseph Coder, but the leader didn't even notice that. He was looking directly at Blaire, offering a hand shake to her more appropriately now. His touch was easy, his hand slid on to the under side of hers, and he lifted it lightly, as if he thought that kissing her would have been proper. "I'll be in the dead start with you then. I'll be representing the North Stars." He glanced over everyone that could call them-self an Eternal, including the man in the scrubs in the back by the trees. Did you find out who was racing for Uno's pride?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Miyo had fought through the urge to vomit. She had almost forgotten how to breathe. She was too busy arguing with herself to speak; to realize how soon the race was supposed to start. She didn't know if she should bring it up or not. Miyo truly didn't believe that Uno's Eclipse could outrun The Eternals' Rx-7. Only a professional driver would be able to keep up with her cornering. But the way that Blaire was talking had Miyo believe that anyone could win, just as well, anyone could flip and spin themselves into the forest and light up into a ball of fiber-glass and metal. She didn't want anyone in her crew to race in the dead start. It felt like some one had just walked over her grave. Miyo was trembling as she spoke. "Blaire, she made it clear. It was like talking a jumper down off of a ledge. She's crazy."<br/><br/>Aurora Stepped into the arguing circle of the SF crew. She didn't have a thing to say<br/><br/>"Blaire, If she races... she made it pretty clear that she wants to hurt us. I think Adrian should race. Bugatti or no Bugatti. He's got a better chance of winning than you do Uno."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The 180sx took one minute and thirty-seven seconds to get to the end of the track. No one could have guessed that. Morrison had spotted his flying white pain job immediately. He parked near the center of the crowd, and stayed in his car. The young girl with the camera, the girl that considered him a god, the girl that had not expected to see his car again all night. That girl was walking up to the driver's side window, it was a long walk, but the window rolled down. Aaron's hand flicked the door open and he stood outside of the car beside her.<br/><br/>"The race is about to start." They both looked longingly to the East, as if they would see the proverbial green flag fly.<br/><br/>"I know." Morrison put her right hand into Shepard's palm and he held it quietly.<br/><br/>"I was on turn Fifteen. It's the highest speed section of the track, and it feel like an easy corner. Then there's a 90 degree flick to the right side. If anyone crashes tonight. It's gonna be right there. In-between corners fifteen and sixteen."<br/><br/>"Yeah?" Morrison looked like she might have gotten some sexual excitement out of what Shepard had said. "Are you sure?"<br/><br/>"It will be one of the two cars in the front of the pack. The driver with more to lose. They'll take the corner too fast and contact the wall right before the ninety degree right. As Sure as I can be. You'll be safe on the inside of the 16th corner. Now hurry up, before they close the road."<br/><br/>Morrison lifted herself and quickly planted a passionate kiss onto Aaron's lips. He threw his hand under her back and helped her up. Their affections blurred into the background. No one knew who either of them were, or how important each of them had become to the Rising California Racing Scene. Shepard watched Morrison as she pranced to her car, with quick girly steps.<br/><br/>She climbed in and fired up the engine, running hard to the East to take Shepard's former position on the track, in-between corner's 15 and 16.