Tom was moving fast, and Mimi remembered that he was impressively augmented. He carried Sylvie on his back like she weighed nothing at all, and he was keeping pace with her.
"It seems like the platoon started running faster, since we haven't caught up. We are probably 100 spots away from the top half of the race still, so they might already be in a qualifying position," Mimi said.
"So we need to go faster. We've already covered more than half the distance, so people are less bunched up."
"Can you go faster?" Mimi asked. She didn't want to leave them behind, but her drive to succeed was warring with her concern.
