At the entrance to the warehouse
The Impreza WRX roared into the warehouse with. Relying mainly on the Impreza's 4WD, Kate took a wide line, nearly kissing the track barriers. This was to assure that she can reserve as much momentum as she can for her car to make accelerating after coming out of turns faster.
Just under a second behind her, the tricked out 350Z, driven by Sato Minoru, took a different approach. Using the cars RWD and enhanced engine power, thanks mainly to the combination of a Turbonetics Single Turbo kit and a Borla Cat-Back Exhaust system bumping up the total horsepower to a hearty 520 bhp, Sato used a powersliding method which he kept in control with careful application of the gas.
Oversteer, when applied properly, actually becomes a viable method of navigating a track quickly as opposed to being a handicap. Sato has chosen this method to fight against Kate's grip style.
Coming into the first straight, the Impreza lead by a small margin on the outside of the track and the 350Z was trailing on the inside by about half a second. Both cars had around the same power but it was Kate's grip from the 4WD that allowed her for quicker acceleration. The Impreza started to pull away.
"Uh-uh, it ain't gonna be that easy," grumbled Sato.
He briefly looked down onto his custom MOMO steering wheel which contained two buttons within easy reach of his right thumb. The red button on top was labeled NOS. The yellow button just below the red one didn't have a label. His thumb went for the red button.
That activated his NOS system hidden beneath his passenger seat. The short bust of the chemical into the fuel gave a sudden jolt of acceleration that boosted the 350Z past the Impreza with a trail of blue flame flying out of the exhaust. By the time they were halfway down the straight, the 350Z was half a car length ahead of the Impreza and was steadily pulling away. But Kate was nowhere near worried at this point. If anyone could look into her car right now, they would see her grinning.
"And just what the hell are you trying to accomplish?" said Kate.
As far as she knew, Sato just made a rather amateurish mistake. Taking the lead like that was futile in a race like this. The driver of the 350Z should've known that gaining speed like that would simply put him at a disadvantage. Because of that nitrous burst he gave himself more inertia than he can handle to make that turn properly. If anything, it was like he was asking to be slammed into the wall. Kate would easily have the lead back in no time by simply doing a slower, more controlled turn.
While the majority of the people watching were cheering at this apparent act of bravado, some people, particularly those who knew a thing or two about driving, saw the same folly as Kate did.
Back outside.
"What is this guy up to?" asked Loraine Masters.
She was watching the live feed of the race through her laptop that was resting on the hood of her Porsche 911 GT3. Behind and next to her was the rest of her team, Premier Street, a group consisting of some of the best performance you can buy fresh out of the factory, each car an icon of engineering.
"Whatever it is," said their leader, Lisa Jacobson standing next to her prized Gallardo Superleggera, "It looks like something only an amateur would do."
"He's gotta be up to something," said Steven Cannes leaning against his Aston Martin DBS. "No way they can be this stupid after making it to Stage 2 of the tournament."
Steve then unconsciously turned his head towards their last member, Amy Maxwell, as she rested her butt on the hood of her Black Series CLK 63 AMG.
Amy was completely silent, focused completely on the action going on in the video, showing no hint of throwing her own two cents. Steve noted this quickly and gave up on waiting for her to say anything and turned back to the laptop himself. He did make sure to also note the intense look in her eye. As if there was something she was more concentrated on than just the race.
"You have to win," said Amy under her breath. "Whatever happens…Kate, you have to win."
Back inside the warhouse.
"Well this is an unusual, tactic," commented Jarod. "Last thing I'd expect anyone to do in a race like this is to just go plowing down the course like that."
"Gotta wonder, man," concurred D-rail. "Dose this cat know what he is doin' or what, dawg?"
Sato knew he was leaving a few onlookers wondering about what exactly his strategy. With a slightly forced exhalation, he measured the distance to the hairpin turn. Even with the extra inertia he can still make the turn, albeit sloppily. But that was all part of the plan. They were about two-thirds of the way down the straight. The Impreza was right behind him. It was about time.
His eyes wandered to the yellow button just below the red NOS button. His thumb reached for it.
Meanwhile, Kate was only half paying attention to the 350Z ahead of her and was already preparing to make the tight right hander into the hairpin. If all goes as she thinks it will, the 350Z will go wide on the outside braking wildly. She will recover her lead then. Her hand reached for the gear shifter in readiness for the turn and was getting ready to lift her foot off the gas peda—
*flash!*
The 350Z's brake lights suddenly flashed to full brightness without warning.
Kate's trained instincts reacted instantly. Her foot practically smashed the brake pedal into the floor of the car. Her hand that was on the shifter flew back to the steering wheel as she made a sudden lane change to the right. The Impreza's tires squealed loudly along the smooth concrete floor. She could feel all these through her seat and even through the pedals.
All the while the 350Z continued to speed down the straight, not slowing down one bit.
This fact all but alarmed Kate. Why wasn't it slowing down? Did its brakes fail?
No sooner did she think that did she saw the brake lights come on again and this time the 350Z did slow down just as the turn approached. And just as Kate predicted, the 350Z went wide along the outside wall. It would've been the perfect opportunity to take the lead but there was a problem:
Because she braked so hard in the middle of the straight, the Impreza was now at least five to six car lengths behind the 350Z and with over half its momentum lost. Kate was racking her mind. How could this have happened? She saw those brake lights come on! That car should've braked as hard as she did! How com it didn't—
Then it dawned on her. Her face twisted in an expression of anger and frustration.
"That sneaky son--"
"--of a bitch!" said Alex.
Back outside, Alex had parked his car in a resting area. He also had his cellphone out and was watching the action via the Bluetooth signal being broadcasted in the air. He saw the whole thing happen and like Kate he figured out the dirty little trick behind it all. However his two companions at the rest area, Tej and Jimmy, were a little slow to catch on. They were also watching the action from behind Alex
"What the hell happened, man?" asked Tej, confusion obvious in his tone
"That SOB is using fake brake lights!" answered Alex
And that's when the other two finally got it as well.
Every car in the world has brake lights, no exception. And accompanying that fact is that every driver worth his or her license is trained to do one thing when they see brake lights flash in front of them: brake. For casual drivers this is a learned response. For professional race car drivers this is second nature, completely automatic, almost like breathing.
The 350Z driver took advantage of this nature of racers and modified his car accordingly. The yellow button on that steering wheel was wired directly to the brake lights the same way the brake pedal was. This allowed Sato to turn on the brake lights independently of the brakes themselves. Kate fell victim to her own instincts and braked hard when there was absolutely no need to.
This was a clever, thought Alex. Dirty and underhanded, yes, but still very clever indeed.
"Hey, man, isn't that against the rules?!" exclaimed Jimmy.
"What rules?" Alex gave him a sympathetic look. "This is a street race, remember?"
That message sank in quickly and Jimmy knew what it meant. It didn't do much to quell his frustration though. Heck, Alex was pretty frustrated too but there was little any of them can do about it. All mods are technically legal in this tournament. Driver can do what they can with what they got in order to win. For now, Alex will just have to put his faith in his team to pull off a win.
But he knew, Kate had something up her sleeve. That amazing talent of hers that he has only seen her use in very few tight situations in the past. Alex knew that Kat was actually more talented than him overall and the girl had yet to reach her full potential. She can still pull this off.
"C'mon, Kate. This race--"
"--is not over yet, dirtbag," said Kate.
Back inside the warehouse, the 350Z was just coming out of the chicane and around two seconds later the Impreza also came out of the chicane. It was clear that Kate's grip style was superior and she was catching up despite her earlier mishap but the question was it too little too late. Already the lead car was turning into the last straight and towards the bottleneck. Kate had next to no chances of passing this guy.
Making the left into the last straight, Kate could see that there is now around a half-a-second gap between them. But that slim lead wouldn't mean anything if she would fall for that fake brake light trick again. And she knew she would. Her trained reactions wouldn't allow her to not fall for that trick. And should that happen again, then the gap between them when they finish would be too great for either Rome or Suki to catch up.
She couldn't allow that. There was only one thing she could do.
Time seemed to slow down as Kate forced her mind to focus. She looked ahead, past the 350Z, and to the bottleneck straight ahead. She focused. Suddenly she knew the exact distance from her current position to the bottleneck. Though she couldn't put a number on it, she knew it was the exact distance.
"At that distance," she mumbled. "at this speed…that' exactly seven seconds starting…now."
Kate did something most people would consider insane: she shut her eyes.
She also started counting. "One one thousand…two one thousand…three one thousand…"
Meanwhile, in the 350Z, Sato clearly saw the Impreza gaining on him. As he suspected, the 4WD of the Subaru was indeed superior on this course. But he was still ahead and he still had his trump card with him. Using it would not only ensure his win but give his teammates plenty of space between the competition.
"Usually, I don't like using underhanded tricks like this," mumbled Sato with a grin, "But this is Ultimate Street. I'm sure you understand."
Sato thumbed the yellow button and pressed down hard. He could see in his rear view mirror the red halo of the brake lights as they turned on…and the Impreza never slowed down.
"Nani!?" exclaimed Sato in his native language.
The Subaru Impreza wasn't at all reacting to the brake lights and instead seemed to edge closer to the 350Z Sato was dumbfounded. He's used this trick a few times before and he knew that it is something that you really do fall for twice. Drivers are just trained too well to react to brake lights that this trick is always effective…unless she can't see the lights.
"Muri yo…" Sato grumbled.
Meanwhile, in the Impreza. Kate has no idea that the 350Z's brake lights were on again. Her eyes were firmly closed. She was the picture of perfect calm even as she was now practically bumper to bumper with her opponent and the bottleneck approaching. She continued her counting.
"…five one thousand…six one thousand…NOW!"
The moment she opened her eyes she was exactly at the lip of the bottleneck mere feet from the 350z. Also at that exact moment, she hit the brakes hard which slowed her down enough to make a perfectly coordinated turn the moment she exited the bottleneck. It was absolute perfect timing that put her in the ideal spot for a tight inside line turn.
Caught off-guard and forced to move forward by the Impreza, the 350Z made a wider turn on the outside line. By the time both cars were straight again, The Impreza was neck-and-neck with the 350Z much to the surprise of Sato and everybody else watching.
"Yeehaw!" exclaimed Jarod. "Check that out! That Impreza driver is the business! That was a magnificent turn in and both cars are now back on the same playing field."
"Let's face it," said D-rail, "we all thought that Nissan had it covered there. Looks like anything really can happen on the street! Woo-wee!"
"Now with only a few turns left until these two finish their run, looks like the Impreza has gotten back in the game enough to give her team a fighting chance at the overall win for this stage. What a way to start the night off!"
Inside her car, Kate was more than little proud of herself. "Don't mess with me, asshole!!"
In the last remaining turns before the finish, Kate's grip style of driving somehow allowed her to push closer to the lead. Although coming out of the warehouse, the 350Z was still leading and was able to cross the line first. However, Kate's Impreza crossed the line less than a quarter of a second later. Technically, the 350Z won, but in this type of team battle it didn't matter. Kate had managed to decrease the gap to an insignificant figure. The next set of cars started at almost the same time.
Next it was Roman Pearce in the Plymouth 'Cuda versus Aki Otohime in her Aura RSX.
"Yosh!" exclaimed Aki as she floored her gas pedal.
"Alright! Let's spin some rubber!" exclaimed Rome as he followed suit.
Thanks mainly to its RWD, the 'Cuda, after a lot of wheel spin, got off the line first and gained a lead over the RSX quite early. Coming around the warehouse entrance, the 'Cuda held its lead all the way up to the turn in to the first straight inside the warehouse. Clearly the power difference was enormous, and Aki saw this.
"Guess, I can't expect much less from a muscle car, huh?" she said to herself.
As far as engine performance modifications go, the RSX had an AEM cold air intake, DC Sports 4-1 stainless steel header, and a Apex'i N1 cat back exhaust system. Coupled with that is a ACT XTR6 Xtreme 6 pad disc clutch kit and a Venom 400 piggyback engine management system to keep that power in check. The total power output of the engine floats around at 270 bhp. Other modifications include a Endless Mini 6 port front big brake kit, and a Koni sport suspension kit.
Aki knew that for sheer power there was no way of beating that 'Cuda but she more than made up for it in the amount of control she had over that power. It was essentially similar to the difference between a drill and a jack hammer. Power versus precession. And in a race like this, precision is everything.
The 'Cuda, as expected, gained a hefty lead in the first straight and by the hairpin turn had already extended that lead to about two car lengths. If Aki was really worried, she wasn't showing it. If Rome was really confident, he was showing it in spades.
"Woo-hoo! Yeah! This is my house, son! You can't own me!!" exclaimed Rome as he rounded hairpin into the chicane.
Of course the 'Cuda, being a 30-year-old RWD muscle car, made less than a perfect slide across the hairpin. Aki, in her more precise RSX, easily made a sharper turn in with careful application of the handbrake, which allowed her to gain on the 'Cuda even by a small margin though beating Rome was still a far off prospect. The chicane would change that.
"Coming up now is the chicane," said Jarod. "D, any predictions?"
"That RSX is probably gonna own, brotha'" replied D-rail. "Let's face it, y'all. That' 'Cuda is a classic but that baby wasn't built to drive like this. The RSX may have been behind a while, but I'm thinkin' there won't be much of a gap after all this ziggin' and zaggin', yo. My boy down there is gonna have his work cut out for him, believe that."
Just like D-rail predicted, Rome's run through the chicane looked clumsy at best. Despite his high-performance suspension system, the 'Cuda was tail-happy all the way. Rome struggled to keep the 'Cuda from spinning out while maintaining a decent enough speed that the RSX could not pull up on him. Careful application of the gas was keeping Rome in check for now but it was taking all of his concentration to do so.
Aki didn't need to see Rome for herself to know that this was going on. She believes in the same philosophy as Ryosuke that cars reflect their owners but not just in how they look but also how they drive. She watched the 'Cuda, particularly the rear wheels. The sporadic acceleration and deceleration of the wheel spin was a clear indication of the driver's struggle to keep all that power in check. And with a chassis that stiff, Aki knew Rome would have his work cut out for him
Just the opposite of Rome, Aki was having little trouble controlling her ride in taking extremely tight inside turns, barely grazing the corners of the shipping containers acting as barriers. In the length of the chicane, Aki had managed to catch up to Rome's bumper. Now was her best opportunity to own the race.
A perfect opportunity to take this race appeared at the exit of the chicane.
"You're mine, dude," she said.
Just as Rome was powerslideing through the last turn out of the chicane, he was too focused on keeping his ride in check that he never even saw the RSX coming at him from behind. Aki used a precise maneuver to clip the rear corner of Rome's car. You could compare this move to what the cops call a PIT maneuver, made famous by the media and their endless police chase stories. As with the PIT maneuver, this caused the 'Cuda to spin towards the outside and the RSX to sneak past on the inside.
"Now whose house is this, huh?!" exclaimed Aki excitedly as if Rome could hear her.
Rome was not a stranger to this situation though. He knew the limitations of his 'Cuda and he trained himself hours a day on maneuvers that would counter those flaws. The first thing most people would do when they go through a spin out would be to steer in the opposite direction of the spin. But depending on the inertia of the spin, this may work well, or lead to more problems.
Rome acted instinctively, not turning the wheel against the spin but towards it. Along with application of the brakes, Rome managed to end up facing the right direction and hold that line long enough for his tires to regain their grip. He was quite ticked when he saw, as he returned the car back to proper orientation, that the RSX was already turning into the final turn.
"Dammit!" he exclaimed. "Shoulda watched out for that crap!"
The 'Cuda eventually made its way round the left bend into the last straight of the course. Rome was annoyed to see the RSX already halfway down the line and wit blue flames spitting out the exhaust. Aki had activated a NOS nitrous system in the car. Rome slapped his steering wheel in frustration. It was overly clear who was gonna win now.
But that would allow Rome to give up. He still had a responsibility to Suki who will go on the last run for the team. He had to close that gap.
Rome pushed his Hemi engine as far as it can down the straight. He was able to make up some ground but it wasn't much. At the bottleneck it was already too late to pull off any decisive winning moves. Rome performed a powerslide coming out of the bottle neck and continued to gun the engine at every opportunity.
During that last dash, Aki seemed quite impressed that the muscle car was able to regain that much ground on her. Not that it mattered. They had already exited the warehouse and the RSX was ahead by about 1 ½ seconds by the time Aki had crossed the finish line. Rome was beyond disappointed.
"Dammit!" As he turned into the waiting area for his team he spotted the Mazda RX-7 took off and Suki's Honda S2000 followed a second later. Suki was gonna have a tough time ahead of her.
Back at the restaurant.
Virgil was gripping his wine glass tightly, threatening to break it. His expression showed clear anxiousness. Understandable considering the team he had invested in seemed to have been put into a tight spot.
He admitted to himself that he had underestimated this year's competition. Or maybe he had just overestimated Alex and his crew. Either way, improvements were needed. If the team somehow pulls a miracle here and get the victory, they will have to step up.
Of course, he knew, and he probably suspected that Alex also knew, that winning Ultimate Street was never the master plan anyway. Even so, Virgil would prefer that his team keep them in the loop a little longer so they can get closer to their real target. And after that he'll--
His phone started ringing, interrupting his thoughts.
He picked it up, "Hello?"
"Yo, boss," said one of his lackeys on the phone. "We did some digging, we found a guy that can help us…of course we will probably have to do a little persuading."
"I see…we'll do it tomorrow morning. Make sure the rest of the guys are ready."
"Will do, sir."
Virgil hang up and pocketed his phone away. At least that's one piece of reassuring news. He took another sip from his wine, trying to calm down his nerves as the race continued on the TV screens.
Back in the warehouse.
The RX-7 powerslided through the entrance in a tight arch, its engine giving off its distinctive sharp puttering as it reaches into the high revs. The S2000 followed a second behind, also taking the same tight slide around the entrance. The crowd above cheered at the appearance of the two highly visual cars. Suki was in a much less festive mood, given the situation.
"Dammit," she mumbled, "it just had to be a Wankel."
The Wankel rotary engine that powered the Mazda RX-7 and RX-8 line of sports cars was a true masterpiece of engineering. Unlike the much more common piston engines, rotary engines had no valves, cylinders, pistons, connecting rods, or a crankshaft. Instead it uses a much simpler system of two spinning rotors, shaped like triangle with slightly curved sides, riding on an output shaft, which functions similarly to a crankshaft.
Suki had the right to be concerned. In terms of performance, nothing comes close to the advantages presented by the design of the Wankel rotary engine.
Compared to a typical 4-cylinder engine that has over thirty moving parts, a typical 2-rotor Wankel has just three. This makes the Wankel more sturdy and reliable in the long run and less prone to engine malfunctions. A rotary engine is also more compact since it foregoes the need for rows of round cylinders. This makes it lighter while maintaining a high power to weight ratio.
By design, the rotary engine is also more responsive than piston engine and gives better low-range torque. And the light weight certainly makes cars much more balanced and nimble. When they first came out, Wankel-powered Mazdas dominated the Japanese racing scene and, for a time, were unbeatable. Rotary engines are truly superior performers. Then, you might ask, why aren't rotary engines more widespread?
Because in the world of automobiles it takes more than power and reliability to last. Great performance demands high sacrifice in other departments. Rotary engines burns fuel at less than a third of the efficiency of a normal piston engine. By comparison, a the 1.3L 2-rotor engine of the latest Mazda RX-8 burns more fuel than the 5.4L Modular V8 of the Ford GT supercar. It also burns fuel less cleanly since, by design, all rotary engines burn a bit of oil in the combustion chambers to help maintain the apex seals. This makes the Wankel engines less practical and more expensive to maintain.
As a result, Wankel engines are trapped in its current 2-rotor configuration. While adding more rotors in the design is technically and mechanically rather easy, anything more than three rotors (a la Mazda Cosmos) would make the engine so bad at emissions and fuel efficiency that the maintenance and environmental cost would simply overshadow any performance advantages. An engine like that is just not marketable in today's environmentally conscious and resource conservative world.
Not that any of that mattered to Ryosuke Takeshi, who treated his RX-7 like a samurai treated his katana. He knew it wasn't something to use every day, to go do errands and pick up groceries (he owned a Mazda 3 hatchback for that). The RX-7 was his sword. His soul embodied in metal. It was rare when he took it out on a drive and when he did, he meant business.
"Now let's see what you can do," he mumbled to the image of the S2000 in his rearview mirror.
In the S2000, Suki couldn't deny that she was sweating. "Damn these odds. Gotta do something crazy now."
Speeding down the first straight, Suki was able to come up with what you can call a plan. She didn't want to say it out loud knowing she might just end up criticizing herself for coming up with something crazy. But then in this tournament, everything is crazy. She reached for a switch next to the dashboard which turned on her nitrous system. All she needed to do now was to pushed that little red button on the steering wheel when the time was right.
"Well, here goes whatever," she said. "Let's see how much you really like that car of yours."
Suki shifted up a gear and punched the throttle. This was gonna be close but it was the only chance she had of gaining a good position where she can pass the RX-7.
With still a one-second gap between them, the RX-7 reached the turn first, braking hard and taking a tight arc. Suki had a different method, one that gained quite a fanfare from the spectators. She went for an outside line, did a Scandinavian flick of the steering wheel and launched herself into a wide drifting arc. Ryosuke, upon seeing this in his rearview mirror, seemed confused.
"Now!" exclaimed Suki as she jammed her thumb down on the nitrous switch.
A burst blue flame shot out of the exhaust as the S2000 suddenly gained speed nin the middle of its drift. Now Ryosuke got tense. The sudden burst of power was timed perfectly as the S2000 was just getting grip back in its rear wheels and when it was pointed directly at the apex of the chicane's first corner. The S2000 rocketed towards the chicane, aiming for an inside line. At this point, Ryosuke had two options: block or get out of the way.
Maybe it was the attachment to his car, his pride as a designer or something about not wanting to end up squashed in a crumpled pile of metal, but before he knew it Ryosuke was scrambling to get out of the way and give the S2000 some room. Suki took the opportunity and muscled her way into the chicane. And for the rest of the chicane, the two cars tried muscling the other left and right, jockeying for first place.
"Lookit, what we have here!" said D-rail. "Looks like the Wyldcadrz aren't beat just yet. The little lady in the Honda is pulling out all the stops. That wicked move at the hairpin gave her a chance but will she be able to throwdown now?"
"And things are looking pretty hectic in the chicane," said Jarod. "Both cars not giving the other an inch to spare."
After finally reaching the end of the chicane, The RX-7 and the S2000 somehow ended up neck and neck. A good development for Suki, a frustrating one for Ryosuke, who was steadily losing his nerve.
"Kono ama," cursed Ryosuke.
And after the left turn into the final straight, the two cars were already neck and neck. Like this, Suki was able to stay almost in perfect alignment with Ryosuke. Many consider the Honda S2000 to be the contemporary rival to the Mazda RX-7 and Suki was proving it then and there.
The two cars sped up steadily but continued to stay neck and neck. The bottleneck was fast approaching and both knew that one of them will have to pull out if either one will have a chance of winning the race. As they got closer to the bottleneck the closer the two cars got closer and closer to one another. By the halfway mark. There was less than foot between the wheel arches.
Somehow it all boiled down to a game of chicken (slightly modified).
"Look at this!" exclaimed Jarod. "All that drama from all those other team members and the Wyldcardz have managed to even the playing field at the last moment! The S2000 is making one last gamble here, folks. And what a gamble it is!"
"Let's see how mad those Mad Stylez cats really are!" said D-rail.
Suki focused only on the bottleneck ahead, not bothering to give thought to the panicking driver next to her. Ryosuke was sweating marbles. He was out of options. The bottleneck came closer and closer and the twitching in his fingers wouldn't stop. He told himself over and over again he'd make it. He told himself over and over that this race was already his. He was gonna win. His team would go all the way to the final victory. He would—
"KUSO!!" Ryosuke slammed on the brakes.
The moment the RX-7 backed away, Suki quickly turned in to take center. The bottleneck arrived and the S2000 very nearly scraped the edge of the container. The RX-7 followed about half-a-second behind. The crowd went wild at the sudden development.
Back outside.
In front of a cheering crowd, Alex, Kate, Rome, Jimmy and Tej let out a huge sigh of relief and a few thanks to whoever was watching over them as they saw the Honda S2000 appear from around the corner first and speeding towards the finish line. The RX-7 followed shortly, already slowing down, knowing there was no point anymore in exerting itself.
The S2000 turned into her team's waiting area and the moment she stopped, Suki was swarmed by cheering audience members. Among them, the rest of her team managed to get past the crowd. Suki made a bee line fro Alex and jumped into a hug.
"Almost thought I wouldn't make it," she said.
"It wouldn't be fun if it was easy, now would it?"
"Yeah, but that was a little too much fun. Cutting it close aren't we? But I guess that just shows what level this competition is in."
"Yeah…and this is just the tip of the iceberg. Things are only gonna get tougher from here on. Tougher and faster."
Author's note: Kinda late huh? There was a plot bunny uprising in my head and I've been typing up some story ideas so this and the other thing I'm working on kinda got delayed. Anyways here's the end of stage 2. Make sure to check out the next exciting installment once I get it uploaded. As usual pls. r&r