Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me
"What did he mean?"
Jason perked up, excitement creeping back into his voice. He began driving toward an open lot where cars were lined up, organized by men in bandanas who directed the drivers. Jason's grin widened as he gestured toward the cars. "Yeah, the point of racing is to not crash or get caught by the cops, so we use measures to take out our opponents. We use stuff like guns, batons, spiked chains, and sometimes we tinker with our cars to have secret weapons. Isn't that neat?"
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