Aika felt much the same way about Miku's attitude.  Did she not realize that if they drove the Fangs out of the District, but left the other ones in place, then one of those groups could just roll in and start the occupation all over again?  And said group could be one like Yamashita's Soul Stealers...not exactly an undisciplined bunch.  But, due to their previous work, they were being given a chance.  Though a highly unorthodox one - it would be Ichiro versus whichever racer Miku selected as her favorite to win tonight, which would presumably be someone in the last heat (as they had announced there would be three before the final race, and they were already on the second).  Normally, Aika would have hesitated, but that humming between her legs was driving her brain right now, and so she responded:<br/><br/>"You're on.  My man's not going to lose.  Not to you."  It would take Joy - and only Joy would be in a position to recognize it - a moment to realize Aika had called the blonde-haired racer her<em>man</em>.  That hum between her legs, she knew just what to do with it.  "Very well.  May the best Queen win."  And with that, they were back out on the street, the second heat finishing as Ichiro came across the line in the runner-up place, qualifying him as one of the six cars to go to the final round.  Miku was already heading across the street, to the pool of cars that were assembling for the last heat, to find her champion.<br/><br/>And, as if on cue...<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">&gt;START RACES<br/>&gt;INVESTIGATE<br/>&gt;CHAT<br/>&gt;SATISFY</tt><br/><br/>Aika didn't hesitate, her icon jumped to the new, last option, and locked it in.  As for Joy, well...<br/><br/>...she was about to discover something.