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Who: Morgan Leah "Mac" Mackenzie, Valérie "Vala" Sage, OPEN
What: Mario Carting *spoiler*
Where: Alliance HQ Comm Staff Lounge *spoiler*
When: Saturday Night
Rating: G (bordering PG for murderous competitiveness)
Status: Incomplete

Brake.

Skid.

Angular momentum with regard of 129.41° at maximal velocity.
Window of 64 cm².
Given 0.08 uncertainty adjustment, entering trajectory at—

3...

2...

1... now.

Apply power booster.

Morgan Leah slammed on the control and narrowly avoided the incoming truck in a cacophony of horns blasting. Breathing evenly as if she skirted death every day for breakfast, the driver's dispassionate eyes remained steady on the target in front of her vehicle, merciless.

A finger brushed the weapon launcher then moved away. Now was not the time.

Slaloming through the circulation with bare twitches of fingers, the only hint of a tense pursuit ongoing were the agent's pinpointed pupils behind which complex mathematical models where built and revoked in between a blink of an eye and the next.

Come, come closer, Morgan Leah breath silently. Nearly there...

Just a hint of slowing down, tantalizing, it was enough.

Gotcha.

The cart behind plowed into the row of banana peels and skid down the highway in a high pitched screaming. Not a single muscle on Morgan Leah's face moved. After all, the real enemy was still ahead, and there was barely a tour and half left.