Where no one goes...we run

 The Wolf Gang - Underground Show - EXTENDED

COLLAB ENTRY:   provided the lines (yay formanaging that before DA decided to go haywire), and  took care of the wonderful colors and story!

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Summer Rain 1518st
Race: Slay the Night
Stats: Str[26] Int[24] Sta[18] Spe[25] Mov[26] Sur[21] Agl[19] Con[16] Tra[12] Tem[10]
Rider: Zard Jake McCallister of Hazardous Shedus
Location: Goldbridge, Abandoned Industrial Complex

Cat: Red In My Ledger 2595ST [Nat]
Stats: Str[25] Int[23] Sta[26] Spe[27] Mov[20] Sur[20] Agl[24] Con[16] Tra[10] Tem[13]
Handler:  GAMBIT
Items: Leg Protection | Paw Protection Pads
Location: Goldbridge, Abandoned Industrial Complex


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"Shit, shit, shit," Jaspar snarled, yanking hard on Nat's harness and sending her into a well-executed sliding stop. The massive red female let out a disgusted huff of air and pinned her ears. Though Jaspar didn't fancy going through a wall of crates, Nat didn't seem opposed to the idea. A howling cackle came from somewhere behind them. Another cat would have answered, but Nat simply raised her hackles and showed her teeth.

Unfortunate timing, really, because at that moment the wall of crates in front of them exploded and a very familiar pair appeared on the scene.

"Shit," Jaspar said for an entirely different reason, looking Jake McCallister over in frank appraisal. "You always have to make an entrance, don't you?"

Poor Summer looked a little frazzled, but she and Nat had raced together before and--after a very prickly few moments--the two seemed content o be in one another's company. Jaspar might have said the same about Jake, but he had brought down an entire group of racers onto her (admittedly accidental) hiding spot.

Zard didn't seem to mind either. If anything, he was of the opinion that 'the more the merrier' counted - though he did wish they'd stop trying to throw things at him.

"Long time no see," he managed to get in while dodging the swipe of a huge paw that nearly unseated him. "What do'you say? Want to split these guys fifty fifty?"

There wasn't time for a reply before the rest of the more viscous racers descended on the two newcomers. Something they might come to regret in a few years, no, a few months...heck, just wait until the finishing line to see those smug grins wiped off their faces. 

Nat lashed out at a big heavy silky who was getting too close, and Summer got in a good kick to the nose of a brown female. "Let's try for an equally dramatic exit," Jaspar said, and with no more introduction she dropped a smoke bomb in the middle of the fray.

It was convenient to have friends familiar with her shenanigans. Nat went for the first clear opening, her eyes mercifully protected by her headgear. Under most circumstances Jaspar would have said "to hell with the consequences of my actions," but she was willing to allow a small caveat. With a little direction, Nat got the message that Summer was supposed to be coming along for the exit sequence.

They burst out the loading bay doors of the abandoned warehouse and sucked in huge breaths of air. "Saved your life!" Jaspar crowed, choking a bit on the faint taste of polluted water and oil. "Ugh, saved your life and then immediately gave you cancer-" she said, glancing around the junkyard.

Nat and Summer were still moving, picking their way over the ruins and rubble. Jaspar was still gloating over having played superhero when she heard several shots ring out behind them. It was Jake and Summer's turn to lunge forward. For a breathless minute Jaspar thought one of them had been hit, but Nat was already surging forward to follow and nobody seemed to be on the edge of death (any moreso than usual, that is).

Turned out, Zard was excellent at repaying favors. "Cheater," Jaspar muttered cheerfully once she and Nat pulled alongside. "Bringing a map to a street race..."





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