Ami rode through the gate on her black bike, skidding to a stop in front of the building.  The girl stepped off the bike and removed her helmet, letting her long black hair cascade around her shoulders.  She fixed her goggles and straightened her skirt, then checked on her arm.  A small tear was in the fake flesh covering the machinery. "Damn.... I didnt want people finding out."  She quickly moved her sweat band up to cover the spot, hoping no one would notice.<br/><br/>Ami walks into the large building, looking around.  There were soo many things to see.  This one room was larger then her entire home back in the ghettos.  The ghettos....  Thats why she was here, so she could get her gang, her family, out of there.  She would do them proud and win the money to finally get them out of that hell hole, no matter what.