Anthony suited up and prepared for the race. He knew the angels would be here and he'd managed to have things arranged so he'd be the one racing for Roger Corwin and driving the Red Star. Not far off, he caught sight of the angels, in blue racer uniforms. He immediately had his attention focused on Dylan, though today, she had on a blonde wig, presumably for her cover. That however was not what distracted him. It was her top. It was so low cut that it stopped just above where her stomach began and he got a clear view of a decent amount of cleavage.
Impressive. Looks like the she has some curves I failed to notice earlier. Anthony summarized with interest before he walked over to his car. Roger approached him and patted him hardily on the shoulder.
"Ride 'em cowboy. Make me proud," Roger said as he turned and returned to the press, seeking more attention. Anthony nodded then turned around, spotting Natalie's face, her blue eyes widening slightly in recognition. He could distinguish her even from afar, despite the fact she had on a dark brown wig. He was good with faces and he'd taken note of all three angels' faces the previous day. He pulled out the Dylan's strand of hair then rubbed it along his face. God, he liked how it smelled, even though it had grown a little faint with the passing time by now.
He swiftly got in the car and sped towards the course. Without looking back, he knew she'd follow him. As the two cars got onto the track, he got a clear view of his pursuer. He maneuvered his way back to the pit area then exited the race track. Once he got to a bridge he jerked his car around so he was facing Natalie. After a pause, he floored the gas pedal and the angel did the same. At the last second, she turned her car which sent him off the bridge.
Damn it. Anthony cursed in his head as he saw the water getting closer. He hadn't planned on swimming today, but so be it. Just after the car landed in the water, Anthony removed his helmet and swam in the direction of the bridge so that when he did come up for air, Natalie, who he assumed would be looking over the edge, wouldn't see him. Thank goodness he could hold his breath for a while. When he came up, gasping for air, he was beneath the bridge's looming shadow, hidden from view. For now, the angels would assume him to be out of the way. On that thought, he remembered he'd need to get rid of Roger soon. He was no longer necessary.
