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Prologue: Part 6 - First Race
Zuko's P.O.V.
The race has started. Jet took the lead due to his Mazda's considerable grip and acceleration. Chan was on the second place, me on the third and Ruon-Jian on the fourth. We raced through the Middle Ring. After a curve I passed Chan, and took the second place. Jet was already with 3 seconds ahead of me.
Once on the Highway, I accelerated. The car was going with over 130 mp/h.
"Hey, Zuko." Jet called me through the radio.
"Yes?" I said passing another 2 trucks.
"You take the lead, I will hold them off."
"What?" I asked surprised.
"Your Supra has more horsepowers than my RX-7, and on the Highway the top speed matters the most. One of the guys has a Evo-9, and if we want to win, I'll have to block him. You go ahead and win this race. For both of us. We are a team, not rivals. If one of us wins, then all the team wins."
"Ok, man." I put the car in the fifth gear, and accelerated to the ground, passing Jet.
Jet's P.O.V.
I saw Zuko passing me.
"Let's go to work." I whispered to myself.
I decelerated easily, until I saw Chan and his friend in the rearview mirror. When Chan was about to pass me, I pressed the NOS button, changed the lane and blocked his way. Zuko was already with 3 seconds ahead of me. I could see Chan's face contorted in anger and frustration. I smirked. This is what you get for insulting my friends. Of course, he tried to pass me multiple times, but I blocked him again and again. But when I was passing two trucks I didn't see Chan passing me. I activated the nitro again and I tried to reach him. But, damn he has a Evo-9. We were racing through the traffic with over 140 mp/h.
"I am out from the Highway." Zuko said through the radio.
"Chan passed me. I am trying to reach him, but his car is damn fast."
Then I saw Chan's car blocked between a car and a truck. This is my chance. I pressed the acceleration pedal to the ground and I passed him. I was on the second place when I got out from the Highway. The Lower Ring streets were full of cars oncoming and incoming, so I couldn't go with high-speed if I wanted to keep my life and I drifted through the infernal traffic. I saw in the corner of my eye, that all the pedestrians were watching me. Maybe because of my orange neon or my exotic looking car. Luckyly there were no cops. I saw Chan's car in the rearview mirror and I changed the gear to the fourth one. Of course, I almost crashed two or three times, but due to my drifting skills I avoided them. But I saw that Chan's car stopped. After some minutes I saw Zuko's car on a bridge.
"Hey, bud. Slow down. Chan and his friend are already seven seconds in the back of me."
"Okay, bro."
Soon, there were just 20 inches between me and him. We passed through the Lower Ring, Middle Ring, and we could see the finish line.
"Up for a Drag, Zuzu?" I mocked him.
"Of course I am."
I took the lead, and I was sure that I will win. But Zuko passed me again due to his nitro. I pressed the NOS button too, but nothing happened. Oh, yes. I used all of it on the Highway. Damn.
Zuko's P.O.V.
I crossed the finish line first, with Jet on my tail. We were both cheered. After six seconds or so Chan crossed it, and Ruon-Jian after eight seconds.
"You were lucky, boy!" Chan shouted from his car and left.
"The winner of this race is... Zuko Azul!" The announcer said and everyone cheered. I felt very glad.
"The second place is owned by... Jet Lee!" They cheered even louder. Maybe because of Jet's Reputation. I could see that he was proud of himself too.
"Wow, man. We won our first race. And 5,000 B." Jet said.
"You can keep the money." I stated. He really deserves them.
"What?" He asked puzzled.
"Without you, we wouldn't be winners. And my father is a millionaire. So..."
"Oh. Thanks, man."
"No problem."
And this was our first race. And we won.
I went home alone, but Jet, of course, went home with a topless girl to celebrate our first win.
"5,000 B" is simillar to "5,000 $". B means somehow Ba Sing Se dollars.
