ooc: A better decription. The elevator is about the size of a football field.

Elektra had made her final check on her bike and had gotten a lift from Chud to the elevator. She then took her bike from him and walked up to Spark. She was wearing her racing gear, which consisted of black pnats, black combat boots, black tank top with her signature flames on it and a black jacket. "So Spark, all set for the race?"

"Aren't I always. I just hope the horsemen aren't there. Those guys bother me."

OOC: Ok... fixed it.

BIC: Soup ran up to Elektra and handed her a sticker. "Put this on your bike." The sticker was a bowl with the letter 'S' coming out of it. "That's my logo, get it? Soup?" He blushed a little and looked at the bike. "I think you have a chance at catching Spark today! I hope you win!"

Looks at the time and blinks just as he finishes the repairs. "Oh Shit! I'm gonna be late. Well this is a better time then any to test my mods." Grins as he backs up out of his garage and then activates the defense sysetm. "Hi Ho Silver awaaaaay!!!" He remebered that from a rather antique show and guns the bike. His Bike lets out a loud roar as he flies down the streets toward the elevator. Several times he nearly misses a few cars and many, many pedestrians. He grins as he sees everyone had gathered and then puts his bike into a controlled spin and manages to stop his bike tail first next to Spark. "Hello did you miss me?"

Bob walked up to the group. "Alright, I"m here," he said redundantly. He leaned up against a nearby wall and began to wait for the elevator to take them up.

After about 10 minutes, Chris reached the Elevator. "Can't wait to see the race!"

The large hanger doors of the elevator opened. A fleet of freight trucks slowly began to exit the elevator.

"Shouldn't be much longer now."

The kid came screaming through the doors of the elevator on his hoverboard, breathless from the chase. He had almost missed it.

He landed rudely right next to the group. "Oh, er hi, sorry about that."

Coincidentally, Garry was on the surface before anyone else. He had gotten up every day before sunrise when training with his old sensai, and he usually met his clients on the surface. He lingered near the doors, knowing that they'd open soon enough with his gang nearby. He had a while before he had to meet his client. It was a shame he couldn't ditch the damn topper and watch the game... from a safe distance of course.