> > "Keavy, wait!" Jory shouted, but the young woman was > > quickly accelerating away. "Oh, Silas is going to be > > pissed," Jory said, shaking her head. > > > At that point, everyone's HUDs showed a small countdown > > that beeped off ech second. Five, four, three.... The red > > light, first signaled yellow and then green. One. A loud > > bull horn blew, signalling "Go!" The practice run had > > commenced, and Keavy had already blown through the doors. > > Watching her overzealous teammate tear down the track, > Juliette accelerated smoothly and got up to speed, > carefully checking the locations of the rest of the team as > her machine's heavy tires began devouring the track. > > "Keavy," the southerner radioed, "shouldn't we take this > slow the first few times until we familiarize ourselves > with the layout?" "Nothing like a jackrabbit start to get the old fluids moving." Keavy radioed back. "Besides this first section is a straight away. We'll be coming through here fullbore anyways. I do plan to take it easy through the next couple of sections though. Ferro-crete pillars and half-pipes ending in a corkscrew. Need to plan our route through that part." Griz ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/