The Oracle waited for her soldiers to step out of earshot. 'It has to be this way, for now at least. The first race is always the hardest, so watch out for Mattock, he-'
'Thank you for the ride.' Asher almost yelled.
She nodded, flashing that fake, cold smile we'd come to know so well. 'Good luck out there, and remember only one of you can win a race.'
The limo sped off down another flawlessly tarmacked road, with Sligo still hanging on and banging his beefy club hands against the roof. The car skidded to a halt again, and the big guy rolled off to face plant the ground. I could hear the laughter from here, then shortly after, the Oracle's driver pulled away again. They were steaming toward a scattering of tall buildings, each of them more aesthetically inclined than the one we were about to enter.
