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Welcome to the gun show.
Racer looked up, her annoyed blue optics turning to surprised and scared optics. She stood up, ready to run, when the first goon grabbed her by the neck. "Ya little brat, tellin us to get outta the way" He growled. Racer struggled, her arms failing to pry the grip off her.
"I-I'm sorry!" She looked at Tarn, hoping he'd call off his goons.
"I-I'm sorry!" She looked at Tarn, hoping he'd call off his goons.