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The locker rooms were filled with grumpy racers. Diesel's win hadn't gone down too well, and neither had Allam Nah's refusal to leave the track when it had been requested. Most importantly of all was Kareena's injury. Word had spread that the first female racer at the Rancarr Circuit had broken her arm at the elbow - an injury that almost certainly would end her racing career.

Diesel was livid. Kareena had been a good racer, good competition. She was always challenging him to further his racing tactics. Allam had always been on the fringes of Racer society - rarely invited to after parties and only seldomly included in circuit-wide jokes. It was no wonder the man was bitter, but he didn't need to take it out on an innocent woman. He threw his helmet and gear into his lockers, and stripped off his sweaty shirt.

"That was completely unnecessary...could have taken out the whole field." He jabbered on while letting Nash tape over his bruised ribs. "Ouch! can't you be easier with that?"

"Sorry..." Nash muttered, tearing the tape with his teeth while listening to Diesel fume. Nash looked up as a group of shadows suddenly obscured his view. "Excuse me, mind moving back a bit?" He growled, recognizing the faces of Allam Nah and his thugs.

Allam was sneering. "You're the ugly half-breed who reported me to the officials?"

Diesel cut Nash's response off with a movement of his hand. "No. He's the ugly half-breed I told to report you to the officials. You were going to kill us all."

Allam's crew were moving in closer, creating an intimidating barrier. "Deez...I'm good but not good enough to defend against all of them..." Nash whispered into Diesel's ear.

"So what are you going to do, little boy? call me reckless? 'cause I'll show you just how reckless I can be!" Allam rushed Diesel and landed a good punch in Diesel's injured side. Diesel crumpled over in pain and breathlessness while Nash proceeded to smash Allam's head into a locker, knocking him unconscious.

Unfortunately for Nash, he didn't remember that he would have Allam's men to deal with...

Nash had been submitted to several poundings - all at once. However, when that girl kicked in the door, he'd been on the receiving end of some of the impact. He managed to shrug off the damage, but remembered that there were other racers, innocent ones, there too.

Nash raised his hand to the woman, "Not all here are enemies!" he gasped, wincing at a pain in his head and noticing a trickle of blood running down his forehead.

Diesel was effectively unconscious, his breath coming at irregular intervals.

Nash sighed and settled on a bench. "He's not known for being the most...intelligent, though he's the best pilot I've ever seen." Nash shook his head, and threw the contents of the vial down his throat. He shuddered at the bitter taste, but was feeling less like a punching bag.

"Who are you anyway..." Nash eyed her suspiciously. A young woman, that small in frame, wouldn't have been able to take on those men without some obviously illegal drug. "Better answer quick, before he wakes up."

Nash rubbed his fingers on the emblem. He had been seeing a lot of these lately...the symbols. They were a poor reminder of his past, and Diesel's

"I'm Nash...or that's what Diesel calls me. That's what I'm known as in your language. So...you're with DAR? only not really, right?" He gave her a sideways glance with a half a smile. "Look, I'm not certain what you have to do with them, but just know that 'recruiters' like you have been trying to get Deeze and me back to DAR for years now. Though admittedly, this is the first time they've sent a woman..."

He handed her back the choker.

"Psh...Idiot. Thought for sure he'd be killed this time." Nash prodded Diesel a little with his foot. Diesel only groaned and rolled over.

"Smooth. What'll we do with this?" Nash asked, gesturing to the mess of men that lay on the ground. Legitimate racers had already fled the lockers. "The others will notify the authorities. It's probably best if we leave..."

Nash prodded Diesel again, but this time Diesel's eyes fluttered half-way open.

Kaida had listened to Dio silent request and went along with the others, leaving Sette be. They had all waited quietly chatting at the cars when the fight started. Even as far as they were, Kaida's ears picked up the sounds of a fight. At first she had moved quickly, but slowed a bit hearing the easily recognizable sound of a friend super taking care of things.

By the time they reached the locker room, the female had dragged the two men along with her naturally, Cosette had already taken care of things and was tending to Diesel and Nash. They hadn't made a sound until Kaida spoke up, leaning against the broken door way. "Well look at this guys, Sette already had all the fun." Liam just shrugged and took in the scene. "Couldn't expect her to wait could you?" It's not like they had raced here to help anyways, knowing it would be fine once they got there.

Cosette nodded and looked at the others.
" We should probably leave then." The three Supers, and equally awesome Liam followed Nash and Diesel out of the room. Cosette only stopped to replace the door back on its hinges. They left all the men tied up.

She took a glance at Diesel.
" He must have been in alot of pain to not have woken up by now." A slightly worried look appearead on her features, and she tapped the end of her nose in thought. Dio placed his free hand on her shoulder, while his other arm still belonged to Kaida.